The Order of St.Dionysius

Chapter I.

 

It was cold within the walls of the monastery. The sisters of the Order of St. Dionysius believed that the lack of comfort was a great improvement to the strength of their believe. Sister Claudia, one of the youngest in the order, had some difficulties accepting this. Sometimes she sneaked in the stables of the monastery to pick up some straw to stuff under the thin blanket on her stone cold and hard bed. She reasoned that if she's sick and tired due to the lack of sleep, she couldn't serve the Lord as good as if she had a good nap. Therefore, it was ok to borrow some straw and make sleeping more comfortable.

Today she really had enough. She took a big sack from the kitchen, sneaked her way out of the sermon and silently entered the now empty stables. It was warm here. Much warmer then in her cell. She knew that if the stable boy accidentally sees her, he wouldn't tell anybody, but she still preferred not to be seen. She climbed on the platform under the roof, where the freshest straw was stored, and hidden behind the piles of straw started filling her sack.

She froze when she heard the stable door being open and a gentle laughter. Creaking of the ladder, as someone climbed up the platform, made her heart pound so fast she though everyone must hear it. Apparently, no one did. On the other hand, she heard a soft giggle, a deep breath and a silent moan. Sister Claudia allowed herself to peep over an old oak beam. She recognized the girl, it was the daughter of the farmer, that sometimes brought goat milk to the sisters in the monastery. Sister Claudia didn't know the girl like this though. Her dark hair was spread across the straw, her face concentrated, her cheeks the colour of cherries, her eyes closed and she was biting her lips. The blouse of the girl was partially undone and one of her breasts was visible as it rose and fell in rhythm of her deep breathing, its pink nipple pointing towards the ceiling. Long skirt was up around the girl's waist and her legs widely spread. Right between them Sister Claudia recognized the curly hair of the stable boy. It seemed that all his attention was focused on bringing pleasure to the girl. At the same time though he was pulling down his pants. Sister Claudia could see his muscular bottom. But even free of his trousers, he kept on licking. The moaning of the girl was intensifying. She grabbed the head of the boy by the hair and pushed it harder in between her legs. At one moment, she let out a muffled scream, closed her thighs firmly around boy's head and digged her heels in boy's back. For a moment, everything was still and only deep breathing of the girl was heard. Then the boy stood up. Sister Claudia could finally see his cock. She wouldn't admit it openly, but she yearned to see it. And what a cock it was. It wasn't missing much to be the same size as that of a donkey.

Sister Claudia wasn't stupid. She herself was working on a farm before joining the order, so she knew how animals did it, she was even present at a birth of her youngest brother, so she was familiar with the idea of mating and sex. But she never associated these things with herself or anyone close to her. At least not since joining the order. But right now at that moment, when she saw the boy kneel down and slowly and gently pushed his cock inside the girls wet pussy, Sister Claudia felt a very strange sensation. She was curious, she wanted to touch it, to feel it, she wanted to lick the girl just like the boy did.. Sister Claudia didn't know it, but she was horny. What she realized though, she was damn wet.

She didn't dare to move. If she would, she would try to touch herself. She would try to understand the feelings. But she was scared of being discovered, and she was also fascinated by the scene in front of her. The boy was halfway inside the girl, who stopped him with a tiny sigh of pain. He pulled the cock out again, it was gleaming with the girl's juice. Then he leaned forward, kissed the girl passionately and pushed again. The girl moaned, kicked her heels in the boy's back and smiled. It was like a signal to the boy, because he started fucking the girl in short but powerful intervals. With one hand he opened the few remaining buttons of the girl blouse and freed her breasts, which he started kissing and sucking as he fucked.

Sister Claudia couldn't say how long it took, she wished that it would be over soon and she could go back to her cell and the afternoon sermon, but she also wished that it took forever and she could watch it all.

Eventually, even the boy let out a howl, his body cramped in the final act, and he slipped out of the girl. His cock was quickly loosing its huge form, but it was still impressive. Sister Claudia saw the last batch of semen shoot out of the cock's tip and land in the straw. The boy rolled over and laid next to the girl as he was. They both giggled. Then the girl told him, that she has to go. It were the first words Sister Claudia heard in this whole adventure. The girl stood up, smoothed her skirt, laughed once again and started climbing down the ladder. The boy watched her. As the girl made her was across the stables, in front of the door, she turned around, reached under her skirt, and then she brought her hand to the light again, her fingers full of the white juice. Lustfully, she licked the semen of her fingers, and with the last giggle, she left the stable.

The boy fell back on the straw, and eventually started to snooze, with an occasional snore.

Sister Claudia wasn't sure what to do. She knew she needs to get back quick, before anyone realizes that she is missing. But she didn't want to wake up the boy and be seen here. Not after this anyway. But there wasn't any other way, she has to try. She quickly considered leaving the bag with straw behind, as it could give her away, but it was the reason she came in the first place, so she will try to bring it as silently as she could.

She walked out of her hideout on her tiptoes, fearing the creaking of the old floorboards. Without a problem, she reached the ladder. She gave one last glance on the sleeping boy, his still wet spear just dangling between his legs. Sister Claudia shook her head at the idea of reaching out and stroking it, knowing it would wake the boy for sure. She stepped on the ladder. One, two, three.. Seven steps she managed without a noise. The eight one creaked loudly. She stopped, holding her breath, and listened to any evidence that the boy woke up. She didn't hear anything. She quickly made the rest of the way down, danced across the floor on her tiptoes and opened the door out. Her heart nearly stopped as she turned around and saw the boys sitting at the platform watching her leave. He smiled. She quickly closed the door, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks, and run towards the monastery....