I never imagined my evening rounds in the convent would lead to this. As the Father Superior, I was supposed to maintain order, ensure the sisters adhered to their vows. But tonight, as I patrolled the dimly lit corridors of the old stone building, soft moans echoed from the chapel annex. My heart pounded with curiosity and a f*******n thrill. I pushed the heavy wooden door open just a c***k, peering inside.
There they were—four of my devoted nuns, their habits discarded in a heap on the floor, bodies entangled in a frenzy of sin. Sister Maria, the eldest with her full breasts and curvaceous hips, lay on her back on the altar cloth, her legs spread wide. Sister Elena, younger and lithe, knelt between them, her fingers plunging deep into Maria's slick p***y, pumping in and out with wet, rh
