On Your Knees for the Futanari Nun (Hung Nuns Book 2)

By Ashe Valenti

There's something special about the Sisters at this Catholic school. They're leading their students down a path of righteousness, obedience... and limitless sin. Unlike your average nun, God endowed these women with something that would make even the most rebellious Catholic schoolgirl sit up and pay attention. Those girls soon learn that nothing shows devotion to religion like getting down on your knees and putting your God-given oral skills to good use.

ON YOUR KNEES FOR THE FUTANARI NUN is Book 2 in the Hung Nuns series of erotica books. Look forward to over 13,000 words of the most exciting Sisters of God you’ll ever meet!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ashe Valenti
• Release date: Feb 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463292518

Ashe Valenti

I’m Ashe, and I write the sexiest romantic erotica you’ve ever read! ?I fell in love with the futanari idea in high school, and ever since then futanari have been my passion. It’s like lesbian erotica, but with that very special something extra. There is nothing I love more than creating lovable and exciting characters - futanari & female - and seeing what fun they get up to together!You can find even more of my books at http://www.futanarierotica.com.

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On Your Knees for the Futanari Nun

Hung Nuns Book 2

Cover art by Ashe Valenti

Copyright 2019 Ashe Valenti

All characters in this book are over 18 years of age

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The only sounds in the classroom were pens scratching on paper, and the wall clock tick-tick-ticking the last five minutes of the day.

Two girls sat at the back, each as bored as the other. Casey O’Connor’s quiz paper sat facedown and complete on her desk, while her friend Evelyn Wu had barely finished writing her name on the top. Instead of answers, her paper was covered in harsh designs she had been refining over the last few days. One was for a goth-punk clothing line called Xtitches; its logo depicted a wicked Bride of Frankenstein in a leather jacket. Another was for a fictitious skateboarding company called World Wreckage. Evelyn was a talented designer, and she even made a bit of money under the table selling her logos and designs to local bands and businesses.

It seemed like design was the only thing Evelyn took seriously. She had joined the school that year, and she and Casey had become fast friends. Evelyn had even drawn a cool butterfly design on Casey’s acoustic guitar.

Casey’s eyes traveled up to the front of the class, where Sister Angelica stood with her arms crossed as she watched her students complete the quiz. This, the nun had explained, would help prepare them for their Religious Studies final exam. Casey, of course, had breezed through it, and she knew the exam would be just as easy.

She caught the nun’s eyes for a moment. Sister Angelica raised her eyebrow a little, looking down at the paper on the student’s desk. Casey did nothing.

When the nun’s eyes moved away from her student towards the door, Casey whipped out her phone. She had saved a cool tattoo design she knew Evelyn would love, which also had some Chinese script on it.

Psst, she said quietly, which got Evelyn’s attention.

Her friend stopped scribbling. What? she mouthed.

Check this out, Casey whispered, holding her phone out.

Evelyn glanced at the nun and took the phone. Holding it down to her lap, she took a glance. Evelyn nodded with approval.

What does it mean? Casey whispered, and just as Evelyn was about to respond, there came a stern voice from the front of the room.

Miss O’Connor.

Casey bit her lip. Caught.

Arms folded, Sister Angelica walked down the length of the classroom, passing students who turned to watch. When she got to Casey, she shook her head and said, Didn’t I make the rules clear at the start of the lesson?

I’m not cheating, she explained.

Of course. You don’t need to cheat, and Miss Wu over here isn’t even trying. So it makes me wonder why on Earth you couldn’t wait five minutes until the end of class before using your phone?

Casey rolled her eyes and said nothing.

I’m sorry you think you’re above the rules, Miss O’Connor, Sister Angelica said severely. Maybe you need to stay back after class and we can discuss how we’re going to adjust this attitude.

Whatever, Casey muttered, and kept her eyes on the table, avoiding her teacher’s face.

The bell rang, and twenty chairs scraped along the floor.

Leave your papers on your desks, please! Sister Angelica announced as her students began to leave. We’ll go through it as a class tomorrow. Until then, have a good afternoon.

A few of the more polite students said good afternoon back, but most were just happy to leave.

One of whom was Evelyn Wu. She whispered, I’ll meet you outside, and made a beeline for the door. No doubt if she hung around too long, Sister Angelica would look for a reason to keep her back as well.

When the room was empty, Sister Angelica walked slowly to the door, closed it behind her, and gestured for the teenager to come to