One need only tune in the television set during prime time on any evening of the week to witness a seemingly endless barrage of violence in the form of "entertainment". Whether it be cops pursuing robbers, or cowboys gunning down Indians, the pattern is invariably the same. The fact that no one is really hurt, at least physically, is also common to them all.
But real violence does exist, and real people, good and bad, are maimed and killed in the streets and homes of America. There are criminals in our midst, people who would steal or ape or kill at the slightest provocation, people who have no respect whatsoever for human life.
Here, two nuns, Sister Grace and Sister Jocelyn, are the victims of two such people, innocent of any crime against man, they find themselves tortured and faced with disfigurement and death.
KIDNAPPED AND RAPED NUNS is the shocking story of an ordeal that any of us might face one day.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Standing in her second-story room at the rear of the convent, Sister Grace held open the white lace curtains so she could get an unobstructed view of Rex Meyer down in the alley. The arrogant young animal was unzipping his jeans, and Sister Grace couldn't help but shimmy her juice-slick inner thighs together under her white habit. She'd been waiting for Rex to arrive in his soot-belching garbage truck, so she'd intentionally left her panties off this morning. As Rex hauled the enormous flushed cock out of his fly, Sister Grace felt her heart race and her cunt contract. The pussyjuice gushed out of her like hot water, and in the alley below, Rex watered the gravel next to the garbage cans with his golden piss.
Sister Grace stifled a moan. Rex's cock made her think of the donkey-cocks she'd seen so many times during her girlhood on the farm. Rex's cock was surely as thick as a donkey-cock, and it hung like one, dangling out of his fly like salami. Sister Grace felt so hot and sexy and naughty suddenly that for a few moments she was a teenager again and her ten years of life in convent schools and convents had never happened. The hot juice gushed out of her pussy as she furiously contracted her smooth inner thighs against each other and squeezed together the hot lips of her pussy.
Rex was looking up at her, grinning. Rex, with his lion-like mane of thick yellow hair and his blue eyes that were so intense she felt them drawing her into them, drowning her in their blueness-Rex was gazing up at her with an expression so filthy and lust-filled that she knew without a doubt that the young stud was possessed by the pent-up energies of hell itself. He milked his cock, squeezing and stretching the rubbery prick, teasing her with it. Sister Grace watched the yellow piss-drops glide to the ground and splat on the gray gravel, watched Rex Meyer shake his heavy cock at her, and felt herself becoming dizzy and faint.
You're disgusting, Sister Grace, a part of her mind whispered. Yes, disgusting, another part of her mind answered. As disgusting as a common slut! That last thought increased her excitement. She writhed, thrusting her lust-inflamed loins, breathing so heavily she feared Sister Jocelyn might be able to hear her through the walls. The heat pulsed in her cheeks.
Rex Meyer unbuttoned his brown shirt, peeled it off slowly and flung it through the open cab window of the idling garbage truck. The muscles of his chest and shoulders bulged under his white skin as he picked up both cans by their handles and swaggered with them toward the back of the truck, his huge prick swaying back and forth, protruding from the fly of his skin-tight jeans.
Such muscular ass-cheeks, Sister Grace noted. And those thighs writhing underneath the faded blue denim-they made her heart flutter just to look at them!
Arms bulging massively, Rex dumped the contents of the cans into the rear of the truck. Then he swaggered back with them, dropped on the covers, and leered up at Sister Grace. His cock swelled, lengthened, straightened. It began to throb upward. Hands on his trim hips, Rex watched his big prick pump up to a full and forty-five-degree angle. Then he looked back up at Sister Grace, his tongue slowly wetting his lust-swollen lips, his cock throbbing with each beat of his heart. The cockhead looked enormous-purple and shiny. And thick blue veins were gnarled all along the ivory shaft. It was the biggest and most beautiful human cock Sister Grace had ever seen, and she thought she was going to die from looking at it.
The young bull wrapped his grease-grimed right hand around his prickshaft and began to slowly masturbate himself. His prickhead swelled even more, his piss-slit opening up and oozing a thick gob of clear fucklube.
Although Sister Grace was watching from her upper bedroom and across thirty feet of back lawn, she could see even the individual golden hairs on Rex's muscle-wrapped forearms, could see the dirt under his fingernails and the pinkish tips of his small brown nipples. Her lust strengthened all her senses. She could see as if she'd put on a pair of opera glasses.
Rex's large hand moved faster, his knuckles white, the veins and sinews of his fist nearly splitting through his skin. All the muscles of his arms and torso defined themselves as if cut out of marble. He leered up at her, continuing to lick his lips, beating his cock so fiercely that his fucklube dribbled out onto the garbage can cover as if he were actually coming. He wasn't coming, though, Sister Grace knew that. Even though she hadn't seen a cock ejaculate in ten years, she remembered vividly what it looked like. The cum was white and thick, and shot out in ropes and wads.
Shoot it, she urged silently. I want to see you come! She shivered, hot flashes sweeping through her body one moment, chills drilling through it the next. Shoot that stuff, she thought. Oh, please let me see it spurt! It's been so long. So long!
She remembered the farm boys she had watched beat off as a girl. She could still see their flying cum, could still feel it splat down on her naked body like molten wax, could still smell the exciting aroma of it, could still taste it-slimy and warm, salty and sweet, slightly peppery.
Rex arched backwards, his head thrown back, his loins thrust up at Sister Grace. His muscular young body shuddered. His loins jerked. His hand beat his cock so furiously that his fist was a blur. His cockhead resembled the biggest, ripest, purplest plum Sister Grace had ever seen! Then the jism spurted out of him, spurted almost straight up in the air, reached a peak nearly two feet above his cock and splatted down on top of the garbage can. His cum was so thick and heavy that Sister
Grace could hear it drumming down on the metal can lid.
Sister Grace wrapped her legs around each other, braced her hands against the sides of the window, bit her lips to keep from crying out as her own orgasm swept through her swollen, throbbing, dripping pussy. She felt the wonderful sensations slide though her legs, felt them whirl up through her spine, felt them gnaw and twist through her loins. She felt so good she could hardly stand it. Writhing on her feet, her vision slightly blurred, she rattled the window frame against which her hands were braced.
Down below, Rex finished up pumping the cum out of his enormous cock. He wiped the tip of his cock with his grubby fingers and smeared the sticky cum on the edge of the garbage can lid. He looked up again at Sister Grace and presented her with the extended middle finger of his right hand. Fuck you, he said. She could read his lips.
Sister Grace felt so weak she could hardly stand, but she managed to back away from the window and let the curtains swing shut. Leaning against the wall, she peered under the lifted edge of the curtain and watched Rex Meyer climb up into the cab of his garbage truck. He shifted the large white truck into gear and rolled off down the alley.
As Sister Grace tip-toed quickly down the w stairs, her half-filled wastebasket hugged in her right arm, she heard Sister Jocelyn call after her from the kitchen, "So late in getting up my dear? My, my, we can't tolerate laziness around here now, can we?"
"No, Sister." Sister Grace stepped quickly past the kitchen door and headed down the hallway for the back porch.
"Sister Grace, wherever are you going?"
"Out to empty my wastebasket, Sister."
"My, my," Sister Jocelyn called from the kitchen, "we're not only getting lazy, but irresponsible besides. You were to have emptied all trash last night. The garbage collector has already been here. Didn't you hear him? He was out there for the longest time. I was about to go out and speak my mind, but he finally left."
"I'll be back in a minute, Sister," Sister Grace said as she pushed open the back door.
"Well, hurry," Sister Jocelyn said. "Your breakfast is already cold, and mass starts in less than a half hour."
"Yes, Sister." Sister Grace lifted her skirt as she descended three steps to the sidewalk, then half-jogged to the garbage cans.
A heavy dew clung to the grass. The smell of blossoms and diesel exhaust hovered in the air. Far down the alley, the grinding and roaring and clanging of Rex collecting more garbage caused the dogs to bark as if they'd lost their minds. Sister Grace didn't bother to look down the alley. She emptied her wastebasket in one can, then hunkered down beside the other to inspect Rex's profuse cum-load.
The grayish galvanized metal of the garbage can lid was decorated with a few-dozen gobs, streaks, and droplets of whitish fluid. Sister Grace sniffed the fuck-juice, immediately dizzy from the scent of it. She dipped her finger into a puddle of cum and was disappointed to find that the stuff had already cooled. It was still thick, though, slimy and sticky. She brought her dripping finger to her lips and licked off the cum.
Delicious! She closed her eyes and savored the sweet, peppery taste of it. It was the same taste she remembered, the same taste as the cum of the farmboys. Cum still tasted the same to her even after ten years. Being careful not to let any part of her white habit or black veil dip into the cum, she leaned over the garbage can and began to lick up Rex's spilled jism.
She smacked her lips, slurped, the thick cum sticking to her lips, dripping from her tongue. She grinned and cooed as she sucked up the boy's fresh fuck-juice, almost giggled out loud. She was aware that if somebody caught her doing this they would surely call the nearest asylum. But her awareness of her crazy behavior failed to deter her. It made her cunt tingle and leak more juice.
She moaned, licking up every drop of fresh stud-jism she could lay her tongue on. And as she cleaned the cum off the garbage can lid she shimmied her pussylips together. She felt filthy, and evil, and out of her mind, but oh so good. So good!
The fire of orgasm swept through her loins for the second time in five minutes. Her toes curled inside her black shoes, her nipples quivered against the slightly scratchy fabric of her habit, and the juice gushed out of her cunt once again. She let herself moan out loud this time, and she clung to the top of the garbage can for support. She straightened up, checked her habit and veil for cum, and began her trek back to the convent and Sister Jocelyn.
CHAPTER TWO
"I'll fuck the cunt off that bitch nun yet," Rex muttered.
He grunted and rammed the 200-pound barbell to arm's length. He let the bar settle into the steel upright supports of the bench-press bench and sat up, sweat dripping off his face, sweat running over the ridged slabs of his pecs and abs. He imagined himself to be one big hard fucking cock. He sprang up and began strutting around his basement gym.
"Nice set," said Peter Rivers. "Spot for me, will ya?"
"Sure, sure," Rex mumbled, a touch irritated that Peter was intruding.
Peter took his place on the bench, not bothering to wipe Rex's sweat off the red vinyl. He lay back and reached up to get a grip on the bar, wrapping his long fingers carefully around it. He was a tall, very lean young man, his hair light-blonde, and cut much shorter than Rex's blazing yellow mane. His facial muscles tightened and his green eyes narrowed as he forced the 200 pounds up off the upright supports.
"Gimme ten strong reps," Rex said, standing directly behind Peter's head. "Come on, you fucker, pump 'em out. One! Two!"
Rex watched the bar lower to Peter's nipples and blast up again. He listened to the revolving of the steel plates against each other, heard Peter's powerful grunts as he forced the weights up.
"Ten!" Rex shouted. "Gimme two more! Two more!"
Peter ground his teeth as he forced up the eleventh rep. Rex expected to see him sweat blood. Peter bellowed as he forced up the twelfth rep, the sweat running off him in rivers.
"Two more!" Rex ordered. "Gimme two more, damn it!"
Peter let the bar jamb back into the upright supports. "Fuck you, Meyer! I ain't your slave." He lay there panting, then slowly struggled to a sitting position.
Rex paced around the basement gym, his bare feet padding like a tiger's on the cold concrete. He paused in front of the full-length mirror that rested against the wall and flexed his biceps. He brought his arms down and flexed his pecs and abs. He smiled at the way his dick and nuts stretched his yellowed jockstrap. His nuts were so big that their edges bulged out the edges of the jock pouch. He never worked out in anything except a jock, and neither did Peter.
"So you're sure she saw ya do it?" Peter asked, contracting his pecs and watching them dance.
"She was standing in the window plain as day," Rex said. "Just wiggling around like she had ants crawling in and out of her ass-hole."
"Did she shove her hand between her legs?"
"Well, no, but I could tell she was hot and juicy, and rubbing them smooth legs together like some whore in heat. She popped off when I did, I tell ya. I could tell."
"Goddamn!" Peter pulled his cock out the side of his jock pouch and hauled on it backhanded. "Shit, I'd like to get this hot cock of mine up that tight cunt of hers. Them nuns got real tight pussies 'cause they don't get fucked all that much."
"Some of 'em don't never get fucked," Rex said.
He pulled his own cock out the side of his pouch and squeezed it rhythmically. Fucklube oozed out immediately and got his palm greasy. His cockhead throbbed like a hot apple as he rubbed his slick hand over it and over it.
"All them bitch nuns oughta get tied up and fucked till they scream."
"Like that goddamned Jocelyn," Peter said, hauling on his prick as if he wanted to rip it out of his groin. "Man, we shoulda fucked the shit outa that loud-mouthed bastard on graduation day. Shoulda had a gang-bang. All the guys in the class shoulda hauled her out somewhere and fucked her ten times each. If anybody deserves a fucking, it's that wildcat bitch. I still got scars from where she clawed me."
"Same here," Rex said, beating on his cock and watching himself in the mirror. "Got scars on my face and arms. That bitch outa be in a cage somewhere instead of teaching school. Oughta be in a zoo."
"Saint Francis is a fucking zoo," Peter said.
"Yeah," Rex said, watching the fucklube dribble over his knuckles. "It's a fucking zoo, all right. Glad I'm outa that place for good. I'd rather be a garbage collector all the rest of my life than go back to that fucking torture chamber with them clawing nuns. Why the fuck you suppose they're all so mean?"
" 'Cause they don't get enough cock," Peter said. " 'Cause most of 'em don't get no cock at all. After a while they go bananas out of horniness and they end up clawing and slapping and bitching instead of fucking. All that fuck-energy's gotta come out somehow, so it comes out in pure meanness."
Rex masturbated slower. "Well, by that theory then, Grace must be getting cock regular, 'cause she ain't mean."
"And she's got eyes for all the pricks in the whole fucking school," Peter said. "Them big dark eyes of hers are always looking under the desks for shots at the guys' crotches. And you know the way she's always turning red when a guy gets close to her. I tell ya, she's hot for it, and she's getting it."
"But who the fuck's giving it to her?" Rex asked. He turned away from the mirror, his hand gently squeezing his cock.
"I don't know, but if you keep collecting her garbage every Tuesday morning, you'll be rubbing your prick inside her in no time. Maybe I oughta start riding along."
"I'd lose my fucking job," Rex said. "First thing they told me when I started was, no riders-or else."
"What about fucking nuns in alleys?" Peter asked.
"They didn't say nothing about that," Rex said with a grin. "And if they did, that's one rule I'd be willing to risk breaking."
"What rule is that?" asked a third voice, and both boys swung their heads in the direction of the stairway.
Savanna Meyer was standing at the base of the steps, her hands on her jeans-clad hips, her brunette hair in pigtails tied with pink ribbons, her yellow blouse unbuttoned halfway to her navel, her feet bare, her brown eyes twitching as if to the rhythm of the boys' throbbing cocks.
"None of your fucking business," Rex said. "What the fuck you doing down here?"
"Just came down to tell you that mom just called and they decided to eat out. They won't be home till real late. We're supposed to make TV dinners or something." Her eyes stayed focused on the naked cocks of the two boys, and her pink tongue flicked quickly between her lips. "Having fun?"
"None of your fucking business, cunt. I told you, don't never bother us when we're working out. We don't want no cunts disturbing our workout." Rex twanged his cock defiantly.
"Don't look like you're working out to me," Savanna said. "Looks like you guys are playing with your wee-wees."
"I'll wee-wee ya," Rex said. He gripped his cock at the base and made it swell even larger, the veins bloating like fat snakes, the head ballooning like a huge plum.
"You wouldn't dare," Savanna said. "You know what daddy said he'd do if you ever laid a hand on me again."
Rex chuckled. "Sure. Same thing he always does. Nothing. He's afraida me. Knows I'd knock him flat. Besides, he just says that for the old lady's benefit-to make her think he's a good Catholic and all. I hope I'm around to see it if she ever finds out he's been pumping his jizz into ya since you were old enough to take it."
Savanna flushed. "That's not true," she said, looking at Peter. "He's just saying that."
"Old Pete knows what's true and what ain't," Rex said. "Doncha, buddy?"
Peter smiled knowingly and shook his head.
Savanna stuck out her tongue. "You can both go to hell, you conceited ass-holes!" She turned and started back up the stairs.
"Get back here," Rex shouted.
Savanna paused. "For what?" she asked in a pouting tone. She glanced toward them by turning her eyes rather than her head.
"You know what for-bitch!"
"I wanna go," Savanna pouted.
"Sure ya do," Rex said. "Well, go then."
Savanna didn't move. "Well, I do."
"Then go. Let us men jack off in peace." Rex flexed his cock.
Savanna's head turned. "I hate you!"
"And I hate you, you stupid whore, you dizzy cunt, you itchy clit. Go on, get the hell outa here."
"Don't give me orders!" Savanna said, backing down the steps. "This is my house too and I have as much right to be in this basement as you do." She sauntered over to the workout area, her eyes on the floor, her hands in her pockets.
Rex peeled off his jock and stepped out of it. Taking his cue from Rex, Peter did the same. Seated side-saddle on the bench, he dropped his jock on the floor and spread his legs wide. Rex moved over to stand next to the bench.
"Come'ere, bitch," Rex said.
Savanna shifted on her bare feet. "Leave me alone," she said, her eyes still downcast, her hands cupped over her pussy.
"I said, come'ere!"
"No."
Rex lunged forward and got both his hands under the collar of Savanna's blouse. In one savage jerk, he ripped the blouse off her, popping off half the buttons. The buttons clicked as they hit the concrete floor and Savanna gasped, naked from the waist up, the nipples of her pointed white tits flushed the same color as Rex's cockhead.
Rex grabbed her nipples and twisted them in his grease-blackened fingers. They were as hard as pencil erasers and deliciously hot. "Take off your pants, bitch!"
Rex twisted her nipples back and forth, nearly pinching them off. "Take-the-pants-off!"
Gasping, the tears rolling down her cheeks, Savanna danced on her bare toes, frantically trying to undo the snap and zipper of her jeans. "Please, Rex, oh please, oh please!" She pushed the jeans down, and Rex let go of her nipples so she could quickly take the jeans all the way off. She straightened up, dressed only in white panties with a blue and yellow fruit design on them.
Rex rammed his right hand down inside the front of the panties and his left hand down inside the back. He groped his sister's hairy wet crotch, rubbed his extended left middle finger up and down Savanna's moist ass cleft. He rammed his right middle finger up Savanna's cunt, stunned at how hot and wet and slippery it was inside. He'd done this hundred of times but he still never failed to be surprised at the heat and juiciness of his kid-sister's pussy.
Savanna trembled, the cunt-juice gushing out of her pussy. "Oh, Rex, please-please don't!"
Rex laughed, twisting his finger inside his sister. He wondered whether she really meant those words. She still resisted today the same way she had resisted that first time he'd gotten his hands on her and in her. And she resisted with the old man, too. That was her way, begging for it with her body and her cunt while she resisted with her voice. She was some teasing bitch!
Rex yanked his finger out of Savanna's cunt and rammed her panties down her legs. He had to pinch her calf before she would step out of them. He tossed the panties to Peter.
"Take a whiff of them, man." He rubbed his wet hands on Savanna's tits while he watched Peter sniff the panties.
"Phew!" Peter sighed, his eyes rolling. "Now that is cunt!" He wrapped the panties around his prick and rubbed their wet crotch up and down it, lubricating his cock with Savanna's cunt-juices. "Juicy bitch!"
Rex forced Savanna down onto her hands and knees in front of Peter. "Start licking them big nuts, you bitch whore." He grabbed her head and shoved her face against Peter's sweaty nuts. Her upturned nose sank into the hairy red flesh. "Lick, you bastard, lick!"
Peter sighed. He forced his legs even wider apart and rubbed his balls in Savanna's tear-wet face. He shoved her panties into his mouth and sucked on their juice-sopped crotch. His cock whacked against his stomach, rampant with excitement.
"Suck that meat!" Rex ordered. He straddled his sister's upper back and grabbed her pigtails, jerking her head from side to side and rubbing her face in Peter's smelly crotch. "Lick it, you little bitch cunt! Lick it!" He yanked on her pigtails until she whimpered. The sound of her sniveling pleased him, made thrills cork-screw through his cock.
The little bitch slurped at Peter's balls, her pink tongue flicking all over the golf ball-sized nuts. The big rocks twisted and rolled in their sac, squirming from the stimulation of the young girl's tongue.
Peter blew the panties out of his mouth. "Yeahh! Oh Christ that feels good! Yeahhh!" He braced his hands at his sides on the bench and lifted his ass up. "Suck underneath the nuts, cunt. Munch my bottom."
Rex yanked Savanna's pigtails. "You heard 'em, bitch. Get eating." He mashed his sister's nose against his buddy's crotch.
Savanna's lips fastened to Peter's bottom, sucking like a baby's lips at a nipple.
"Man!" Peter gasped. "Wow!" He lifted up higher. "Now lick out my ass, hot lips. Get your tongue working on my shithole."
"Turn around so she can get at it better."
Peter swung both his legs over Savanna and stood up on one side of her. Then he squatted halfway down and hauled apart his ass-cheeks with both his hands. He looked down at the girl over his left shoulder. "Come on, bitch, what you waiting for?"
"Yeah," Rex said, yanking the girl's pigtails and forcing her face to turn up. "What you waiting for?"
"I can't," Savanna gasped. "I just can't. I'll throw up."
"You throw up and you'll lick up your own puke," Rex said. "Now lick my buddy's juicy ass. Shit's your favorite food." He laughed, his prick throbbing heavily as he rammed his sister's face between his buddy's spread ass-cheeks.
It was a damned exciting sight, Savanna's pert little face sliding up and down Peter's steaming asscleft, her smart little nose wrinkling with the smell of assmusk and shit.
"Lick it," Peter muttered, rubbing his ass in her face. "Get your tongue inside it. Eat out my ass-hole. Lick it out."
"You heard 'em," Rex said. "Use that wise-assed tongue of yours."
Savanna's pink tongue flicked up and down Peter's brown and slightly furry asscrack.
Peter wiggled his ass. "Oooh, yeahhh! Suck my ass-hole now. Get your tongue inside it."
"I can't," Savanna mumbled, her mouth mashed against Peter's asspucker as Rex pushed on her head. "I can't."
"Shove your tongue in it, whore!" Rex growled. "Lick out the shit!" He twisted savagely on his sister's brunette head as if trying to screw her nose and lips up Peter's ass-hole.
"Yeahhhhh!" Peter sighed. "Ahhhh! She's got it in. She's licking it out. Far out, man!"
Rex smiled with satisfaction. There was his bitch kid-sister with her loose little tongue buried inside his buddy's smelly ass-hole! He wished he could get a picture of this.
Peter farted-a long, explosive fart.
Rex jerked back for a second, but caught himself in time so he could keep Savanna's nose and mouth mashed between Peter's sweaty ass-cheeks. Savanna choked, whimpered.
Peter laughed.
"Way ta go," Rex said. "That's about what she's good for-sucking farts." He laughed and jerked Savanna back away from Peter. "Sit back down, man, so she can blow your cock."
As Peter took his place back on the bench, Rex yanked Savanna's head back and looked down into her face. The girl's skin was as red as if it had been sandpapered, and it was covered with tears and spit and Peter's assjuices. Rex smiled and released the girl's head. He didn't have to force her to suck Peter's cock. She was a cock-sucking bitch if there ever was one.
The young girl jabbered excitedly as she grabbed Peter's big cock in her small pink hands and started to lick it. The fat prick resembled a submarine sandwich in her trembling mitts, almost too big for her to handle. She clung to it, lapping up and down its underside, licking the back of the head and the tight pleasure-strand.
Peter's balls contracted and twisted in their hairy sac. He nodded his head from side to side, biting his lips. "Oh fuck!" he muttered. "Goddamn! What a fucking hot wet mouth! Oooh, keep licking!"
As Savanna's tongue tortured his supersensitive pleasure-strand, Peter's big sweaty toes clutched at the concrete floor and his fingernails nearly cut through the red vinyl of the weightlifting bench. He rubbed his ass on the bench, jerked his loins and humped against Savanna's lips and tongue.
Rex was tempted to grab his own cock and to blow his load all over his sister's naked back. He had't come since jerking off on the garbage can this morning and he was horny as hell. He hadn't had a chance to jerk off during his lunch break as he usually did, so his nuts were fit to explode.
He enjoyed jerking off a lot, especially when something turned him on as much as the sight he was witnessing now-his kid-sister slobbering all over his buddy's lube-dribbling cock. However, as much as he would enjoy blowing his sticky load all over his sister's squirming teenaged body, he knew he would enjoy blowing off inside her that much more. Gripping his cock at the base, he dropped down behind Savanna and rammed his dripping prick against her fuzzy-haired cunt from behind.
He slapped the girl's ass. "Turn it up, bitch! Shove that itchy bitch ass of yours up high!"
Savanna complied immediately, panting with excitement as she arched her skinny back and thrust her ass up high. She was one hot bitch when she got her tongue on a cock and when she was anticipating another cock inside her cunt. The fuck-juice leaked out of her, some of it running down the insides of her thighs, some of it dripping off the head of Rex's cock, which he was rubbing up and down her red-hot young cuntslit.
Rex inhaled the smell of bitch cunt. The aroma of the young girl's fuck-juices was so strong that it masked the smell of the male sweat that only minutes ago had saturated the air of the small basement and workout area. Rex loved the smell, got drunk on it immediately. He was tempted to get down and to lick off the juices running down Savanna's inner thighs, but the raging fuck-tension in his cock was about driving him insane. He had to plow that bitch cunt before he lost control and pumped out his load all over her fuckable young ass.
"Screw 'er," Peter mumbled, his eyes glazed, his face as red as Savanna's cunt lips. "Fuck the shit outa her while she blows my cock. She wants it. She's crazy for it. Ain'tcha, bitch baby, ain'tcha?"
Savanna let out little squeals as she munched on Peter's prickhead. Her hot little ass rotated like a fan as if trying to screw onto Rex's teasing cock. "Fuck me!" she gasped. "Fuck me, fuck me, oh please!"
Rex chuckled, rubbing his purple cockhead up and down between his sister's lust-swollen cunt lips. She was burning up inside, her cunt trying to suck his cock onto it. He loved teasing her with his cock, now that she was begging to be fucked.
"Shove it in, Rex," she moaned. "Oh please, please!"
"Swallow that cock," Rex said. "Give my buddy some head."
Savanna went down again on Peter, half his long cock sinking into her face. She sucked and munched loudly, all the while wiggling her ass. Peter's eyes rolled. She sank down farther on his cock, letting it slide into her throat. Three-quarters of it was buried in her face, and her lips were stretched so wide around it that she looked as if she'd swallowed an arm.
Rex grabbed her hot ass-cheeks, sank his fingernails into her pink flesh, thrust forward and rammed every inch of his cock up her slippery cunt. Her cunt made a sucking sound as his cock disappeared inside her and she gasped, shuddering. Her cunt contracted madly around Rex's cock, hot cunt-juice running out and bathing Rex's balls.
"Eeeeeeeh!" the girl whined, her throat stuffed with Peter's cock, her cunt throbbing rhythmically around Rex's bone-hard prick. " Eeeeeeeh! Eeeeeeeh!"
"Christ, she's coming!" Peter muttered. "Hot bitch!"
"Goddamn!" Rex said. "Goddamn hot bitch slut!" He slapped her ass and began to fuck. "Goddamn cunt!"
He continued slapping her shuddering ass-cheeks, plunging his cock in and out of her nearly eight inches at a stroke. Her spasming cunt sucked at his cock so fiercely that he was afraid he was going to lose his load immediately, so he rammed it into her to the hilt and held it motionless inside her until her spastic contractions began to subside.
"Suck my cock," Peter moaned. "Come on, bitch, suck the jizz outa it. Give it a fucking good blow-job."
He leaned slightly forward and placed both his hands on Savanna's head, grabbing one of her pigtails in each of his fists so he could use them as handles to jerk her head up and down. Savanna gagged as Peter sank every inch of his cock into her face, his prickhead sliding deep in her throat. Spit ran out of Savanna's mouth and washed all over Peter's balls.
Rex pulled his cock nearly all the way out of his sister, then rammed his prick back in. The thrills that shot through his cock made his toes curl. "Ahhhh, hot bitch cunt! Yeahhhh!"
"Fuck her!" Peter moaned. "Fuck her good!" He jerked Savanna's head up and down by yanking on her pigtails, pumping his cock in and out of her face.
Savanna gagged, choked, and drooled. Snot ran out of her pug nose and tears ran out of her eyes. She was whimpering again.
"Ahhhh!" Rex sighed, plunging his quivering cock in and out of his sister's juice-leaking cunt. "Pleasure. This is goddamn pleasure, man. Ahhh, pleasure!"
He bared his teeth from the intensity of the sensations drilling through his cock, tingling his balls, rippling through his ass-hole. He jerked on Savanna's ass-cheeks the same way Peter was jerking on her pigtails. He plunged his cock in and out of her cunt, his rock-hard abdomen smacking against her upturned ass.
"Fuck her!" Peter mumbled, his head wobbling, his eyes glazed. He hugged
Savanna's head in both his arms now, pumping his cock in and out of her mouth and throat as if her face were some kind of jerk-off toy.
Rex pistoned his cock inside her so fast he feared the friction would burn it up. He reached down under his sister and grabbed both her small tits. He clutched the young tits with savagely clenching fingers and heard Savanna's muffled scream. He got hold of her red-hot nipples and just about twisted them off.
Savanna's body shuddered and she started to come again. Rex pulled and rolled and pinched her rubbery young nubs mercilessly, all the while ramming his lust-itching cock in and out of her squeezing cunt. His balls swelled, pulsed, exploded their load. Hot cum surged through the core of Rex's cock and he felt the fuck-thrills in his nipples and toes as well as in his cock and balls.
"Ohhh fuck, I'm coming!" he bellowed. "Goddamn! Shit!" He jerked, grunted, blasted his cum into the seething depths of his sister's cunt. "Ann, ahhhhhh!"
It felt so fucking good he could hardly stand it. He wrapped his muscular arms around Savanna's waist and hugged her ass to his frantically humping loins. With each explosive spurt of his cum into her young body, Rex felt such hot fuck-thrills rip through his cock that he almost blacked out.
Peter grunted, working his big cock in and out of Savanna's juicy mouth. He had her head crushed in a fierce headlock and he fucked her face without mercy. Suddenly he raised up off the bench as if he were going to rip her head off. His eyes rolled back and he groaned.
"Ohhhhh, fuck! Christ! Here it comesahhhhh! Eat it, you bitch!" he gasped. "Swallow it!"
Savanna gagged, moaned, choked, whined, crushed between the two spasming, jizz-spewing males. She was being fucked nearly to death from both ends-up the cunt and down the throat. Hot cum gushed into her mouth and pussy and her own loins continued spasming. By the time Rex and Peter released her, she could do nothing but collapse on the cold gray concrete. She lay there helpless and panting, Peter's thick white cum leaking out of her slack mouth, Rex's cum oozing out of her ravaged cunt.
CHAPTER THREE
The girls' locker room at St. Francis High School was quiet and deserted. Sister Grace removed her shoes and socks and explored the dimly lit place thoroughly, walking as quietly as a cat. She knew there was nobody here-in fact, she was quite sure there was nobody else in the entire school-but it wouldn't hurt to make sure.
The school year had ended last Friday, and summer school wouldn't begin until next
Monday. For this week the school would be a big empty brick building. Come next Monday a few dozen kids would begin summer school in order to make up missed classes, or to get a head start for next fall. Sister Jocelyn and herself would be the only nuns teaching. All the other nuns at the convent had left for the summer to take college courses or to make retreats or visit family. Sister Grace, being the youngest nun, and new to this school and convent, and Sister Jocelyn, being the mother superior of the convent, had been chosen to remain behind to handle summer school.
Sister Grace didn't mind too much, because she had had enough of college for a while and welcomed the break from studying. She wasn't too enthused about staying behind as the only companion to Sister Jocelyn, however, for the big tough nun made her nervous. Sometimes when she was in Sister Jocelyn's company she became so uptight she would freeze up, holding her breath and her body going rigid.
Sister Jocelyn was one of those stern-faced, hardened nuns. She was by no means old-probably about thirty-five-and not even bad-looking. In fact, when Sister Jocelyn smiled, out of kindness rather than out of scorn, she could look downright glamorous. The tall, large-boned nun made Sister Grace think of an Amazon, one of those mythical female warriors who were both beautiful and cruel.
Sister Grace had seen the big nun punch muscular male athletes in the mouth, had seen her once even knock a tooth out of the mouth of another nun during an argument. At the same time, she'd seen the tough mother superior caress and kiss an upset female student or one of the younger nuns. Sister Jocelyn seemed to treat the younger nuns much better than those close to her own age or older than herself, so Sister Grace had her fingers crossed that this summer she could gain the favor of Sister Jocelyn.
Sister Grace had come to St. Francis High School only five months ago. She had requested a reassignment from her cloistered status four years ago and had been granted it. She had spent the last four years attending a college of the order and preparing herself to teach high school. Now she'd completed one entire semester as a teacher, but she found it almost too good to be true. Here she was, a teacher, and out in the world-to a certain degree, anyway-again.
She had resigned herself to a life of prayer and silence and boredom, to a life in a cloistered convent where the only people she ever saw were the other nuns, and the priest who came in daily to say mass. It had been a difficult life, a frustrating life, but now it was over. For some reason, the guilt that had sent her to the convent in the first place had mercifully left her. She no longer felt guilty about her father's death.
In fact, there were times now when she felt like beating her head against the wall for having ever felt any guilt at all. She hadn't killed her father-rich food and heavy drink had killed him. Although he had died shortly after fucking her on that sunny afternoon many years ago, it wasn't the fucking that had killed him. It had been a heart attack, the result of forty years of well-marbled steaks and strong whiskey.
Sister Grace quickly and deliberately undressed, concentrating on the complexity of the clothing that made up her nun's habit. She found that concentrating on a task, any task, took her mind immediately away from thoughts about her father and that gruesome afternoon on which he'd died, on which her mother had learned the truth about him fucking Grace. Grace had accepted the guilt for the entire scandalous affair and for her father's death and had vowed to do penance for her sins for the rest of her life. She'd been a slut, no denying that, no denying it even now. She still was a slut. She'd been born a slut. It was her nature. How could God blame her for being what he'd made her?
She was naked at last, freed from the mummy-like bindings of her habit. She stretched in the cool air of the locker room like a wood-nymph who had just awakened in a forest cave. She looked at her clothes, which she'd folded in neat piles along one of the gray locker room benches, and she almost laughed. Even when it was ninety degrees outside she was obligated to be dressed up in all those skirts and robes and head-bindings.
Performing a pirouette, her tits wobbling when she stopped, she thought for a moment that she never wanted to smother herself in all those clothes again. She loved being naked, had always loved being naked, had been caught naked by her father up in the hayloft when she hadn't even budded tits yet. She had bent over naked for her father only moments later so he could ram his big uncut cock up her virgin pussy.
She could still remember the explosive pain when her cherry had snapped, could still feel her father's enormous cock ramming into her like a red-hot crowbar. She'd screamed, her entire young body flushed and shuddering. Her father had stuffed his big, manure-smelling fist into her mouth, ramming his huge prick in and out of her ultra-tight, bleeding pussy until he'd exploded streams of molten cum into her. And then she had come too, her ravaged young cunt squeezing like a frantic fist around her father's jerking, spurting cock.
She'd never forget the excruciating pleasure of that first fuck. It was three times as intense as any orgasm she'd ever achieved by masturbating herself, and she knew the moment she felt it that she would want to feel it again and again and again. And until her father had died of the heart attack and she had fled to the convent she had felt that pleasure again and again and again.
She'd fucked the cock of every boy she could get her hands on, had at one time taken on five randy farm boys at once. She had fucked her father so much that he sometimes told her to go away because he couldn't handle another fuck so soon. She'd been an insatiable young slit, and ten years of hiding in a convent and praying hadn't changed her needs. Her pussy still screamed for cock.
The pussyjuice ran down her legs in hot streams now, trickled past her knees and down the insides of her smooth calves and down over her ankles. Drops of it darkened the concrete of the floor. She rubbed her legs together, shimmied slime-slick skin against slime-slick skin. Her cunt lips worked against each other, sending shivers of heat and excitement up through her loins.
She'd always been a juicy bitch, juicy to the point of embarrassment. She had never been able to understand why she oozed so much juice when she was excited. She knew that other females secreted some pussyjuice when they were excited, but none of the girls she'd talked to had ever admitted to putting out rivers of it. It bubbled out of her cunt when she was hot, and when she came it sprayed out of her. The farm boys and her father had claimed they'd never seen anything like it.
After years of searching through medical books, sexology books, and various magazines-which she'd had access to during her four years of college training-she had run across an article in a Lesbian newspaper in which the problems of an over-juicy pussy were discussed. She'd learned from that article that the excessive secretion of cunt-juice was common to many women, that indeed many women did spray hot juice during their orgasms. The article had not only relieved Grace of the fear that something was wrong with her, but it had excited her and had been a motivating force in her decision to resume fucking. The other motivating force had been the young male students of St. Francis High School. They all had cocks, and they all got hard, and she wished she could fuck every one of them!
The college she'd attended had been all-female. Even the teachers had been females, except for a few gray-haired priests. On her first day of classes at St. Francis High five months ago, she had dribbled juice all day long. The sight of the three-hundred or so boys had gotten her so excited that she'd hardly been able to teach. She'd made a bumbling idiot of herself by blushing incessantly, by stammering, and wobbling on her feet. To her relief, the students and other nuns had apparently attributed her behavior to first-day jitters. After a long night of masturbation, she had drained off enough fuck-tension to allow herself to function more normally on the second day of classes. But the boys had been a continual distraction for her. She wanted them all.
In class she could literally smell them. It was the same musky male scent that had driven her crazy as a young girl. And she couldn't keep her eyes off their crotches. She could look under their desks from her own desk at the head of the classroom, and she could see their hard-ons swelling in their tight jeans, could watch them adjust their big throbbing pricks in their pants. The juice would run out of her, and often she would shimmy her legs together and bring herself off right there. She couldn't help herself. But she wasn't the only person to masturbate in the classroom. Her students did it too, quite often.
The boys especially, liked to jack off in class. They would do so by rubbing their upright hard-ons against a heavy book which they'd propped up in their laps, or they would shove their hands into their pockets and grab their cocks to jack off. Hardly a day went by when one boy or another didn't bring himself off in class, his body stiffening and his eyes rolling as he fucked his hot cum-load into his jeans.
And Sister Grace would always come with the boy, having watched his masturbatory antics and having brought herself to a climax with him by squeezing together her legs. Some of the girls in class would bring themselves off by the leg-squeezing method, and often they would do so in unison with a boy across the aisle, the boy and the girl watching each other masturbate and achieving their hot climaxes together.
Sister Grace always watched the boys with their hard-ons and the masturbating boys and girls with discrete glances. She couldn't let them know she was watching them otherwise, they might stop. Or, perhaps worse, things might get out of hand. Class masturbation might become an epidemic and word would surely get out that Sister Grace not only allowed it, but that she enjoyed watching it. Maybe the kids would even suspect that she was doing it herself behind her own desk. She couldn't have that. They'd send her back to the cloister for the rest of her life.
Sister Grace pranced around the locker-room, her tits bouncing, her ass wiggling freely, her pussylips rubbing against each other as she walked. The fuck-juice continued to dribble out of her, and she left a trail of wet spots behind her on the gray concrete. It was so much fun just being naked and walking around. She wished to God she could do this more often, but there was no place else to do it. She didn't dare do it in her room at the convent because there were no locks on the doors and anybody might walk in and catch her. Even now, when all the other nuns were gone except Sister Jocelyn, it would be dangerous to go nude in her room.
She paused in front of the large wall mirror, admiring her milk-white and perfectly naked body. Her cunt bush was fleecy black, the hairs shiny under the overhead lights. Against all regulations, she'd allowed her head hair to grow out, and now it fell the length of a pageboy cut, falling halfway down her neck in back, covering her ears, a rich shiny black. She raised her arms and admired the tufts of black hair in her armpits. Though she shaved her legs, she let her armpits grow, mainly because it felt so sexy. She dropped her arms, and her tits wobbled.
She had big tits despite her petite body. They were big, but they drooped very little, standing out like big milky cones capped with large pointed nipples that were presently flushed to the color of an excited cockhead. Her slender waist widened at the hips to give her a much better than average female shape. She knew she had a beautiful moon-shaped ass. All the boys used to comment on it, used to bite it and pinch it and lick it. Even after all these years she could still clearly remember the feel of a boy's hot tongue licking out her ass. She shivered.
She went quickly to locker two-zero-two and spun the padlock dial-first right, then left, then right. The lock dropped open and she yanked it off the locker and swung the metal door open, immediately pulling a large cardboard box out and dropping it on the bench behind her. She sat on the bench and began rummaging through the box. She was so hot and juicy that within seconds her ass was sliding on the bench in her own cunt-drool.
She pulled clothing out of the box. Panties, panties, and more panties-the panties left behind by so many girls at the end of the school year. She'd been assigned the task of cleaning out the lockers here in the girls' locker room last Friday, and she'd been instructed to dispose of any clothing left behind, but instead of throwing the panties away she'd secretly kept them.
She had a few dozen panties of all colors hoarded in this box, and the smell of teenaged cunt was intense. She liked to put the panties on, liked perfuming her own cunt with the cunt-scents of other girls, liked to sniff the panties. She knew how wicked and strange doing these things was, but this knowledge only excited her more. A heap of panties lay on the floor next to her feet now, but she had no interest in them at the moment. She'd uncovered other objects, which she found much more interesting.
She lifted the eight jockstraps out of the box along with the other items. At first she'd been unable to figure out what jockstraps were doing in girls' lockers. Then it occurred to her that the jocks were either love-tokens boys had given their girlfriends or jack-off objects certain girls had snitched from boys. It was only logical that girls would collect jockstraps the way boys collected girls' panties. She buried her face in the jockstraps, inhaling the aroma of teenaged cocks and balls. The juice gushed out of her, dripping off the edge of the bench.
She dropped the jocks and picked up five cum-filled condoms. The various-colored rubbers were tied at the open end to seal in the cum. The condoms were fat with heavy loads of teenaged jism and they smelled of rubber and pussy. Apparently it was the custom of some of the girls here at St. Francis High to save the fuck-juice of their studs. Sister Grace had discovered the five condoms in five different lockers, so the practice was apparently popular. She wished she could have gotten into the lockers before the majority of the girls had cleaned theirs out. She wondered what treasures she would have found then. Possibly she would have found more of the last item she pulled out of the box.
It was a huge rubber dildo, and it weighed several pounds. Sister Grace trembled as she lifted the true-to-life rubber cock out of the box. It was a foot long, thick as a billy club, and it had the head and veins of a real cock. It smelled like cunt-like her own cunt now, since she'd used it a few times in the last few days. Bit when she'd first discovered it last Friday, it had smelled of the cunt or cunts of the girl or girls who had owned it. Sister Grace found the discovery of this dildo to be extremely exciting. It proved to her that other females did things as wild and strangely sexual as she did.
Sister Grace reached down and smeared the pussyjuice that was coating the insides of her thighs. She took the dildo in her dripping hand and rubbed her juice all over the big rubber prick. She caught more pussyjuice from the bench under her ass and rubbed the slick cream all over the cock. She rubbed her ass on the bench, feeling hotter and sexier by the second. She knocked the cardboard box off the bench and swung one leg up so she could straddle the wooden seat. She rubbed her itchy ass back and forth along the bench, greasing it with more of the oily juice that leaked out of her cunt.
"Hot bitch!" she whispered. "I'm a hot bitch! I wanna get fucked! Oooh, I wanna get fucked!"
She lay back on the bench suddenly and kicked her wide-spread legs up in the air. As she bent her legs and brought her knees toward her shoulders, she reached behind them with the dripping dildo and shoved the big prick against her swollen cunt lips. The juice bubbled out of her pussy and ran down her asscrack like hot water. She rammed the big dildo up her cunt.
Her toes clutched at the balls of her feet. Her nipples throbbed. Her entire cunt and ass-hole were filled with delicious tingles, and the fuck-tension in her loins tightened unbearably as the big prick stuffed eight inches of her pussy.
"Ohhh, fuck meee!" she moaned, tossing her head on the bench. "Yes yes yes, fuck meeee!" She twisted the dildo, working it in and out of her cunt. Her hard clit squirmed against the shaft of the sliding dildo and needles of fuck-heat spread through her cunt.
Oh, this was so good! Sooo good! This was so much better than rubbing herself off with her hands, better than finger-fucking. The dildo was big and fat and rubbery-hard. It felt a lot like a real cock, except that it wasn't hot, and it didn't throb and quiver. She had to move it in and out with her hands. She couldn't just relax and enjoy it. She had to work for her pleasure. It was hard work, causing her hands and forearms to ache, but it was worth it. There was nothing like the feel of a big hard veiny cock sliding in and out of your cunt, even if it was a rubber cock.
The dildo squished inside her and the juice leaked out around it and kept running down her asscrack. The bench under her ass was covered with a puddle of pussyjuice. The aroma of her hot fuck-juices saturated the air all around her and stimulated her. She loved the aroma of cunt almost as much as the aroma of cock and balls and cum. In-out, in-out she plunged the dildo, eight inches at a stroke. She chewed on her right knee, crazy with the sensations gnawing through her loins.
It felt so fucking good. How could anything feel this good? Her idea of heaven was to be able to feel like this nonstop and forever, to feel the sensations of fucking forever and ever and ever. Only in heaven the cock would be real. It would be a hot nine-incher that throbbed and quivered and squirmed inside her. And it would belong to a handsome, muscular young stud, a teenaged bull like Rex Meyer.
She closed her eyes, imagining Rex Meyer humping over her, his big, donkey-like cock plunging in and out of her steaming, clutching, leaking pussy. She wondered how Rex would react to her cunt spraying his balls with hot juice when she came. He would probably bellow and explode into her instantly. And as his jism spurted into her pussy, his hot male sweat would shower down on her like a tropical rain. What a gorgeous young animal that boy was! Mean and muscular, untamed as a wild bull. Oh, to fuck Rex Meyer!
Sister Grace forced a full nine inches of hard rubber in and out of herself, gasping each time the dildo hit bottom, moaning as the rubber veins of the dildo rippled against her swollen and raw cunt lips. Her hard clit bent back and forth as the dildo plunged in and out, filed raw by the sliding rubber. Her loins were shot through with hot sensations, and they felt unbearably tight. They might explode with orgasm at any second.
"Fuck me, Rex," she muttered. "Oh, Rex! Give it to me, baby, give it to me! Oh Rex Rex Rex!"
It was as if she were a farm girl again, squirming under a randy farm boy while she urged him on. She jerked her ass up and down as she fucked the dildo in and out. The squishing of the dildo in her cunt sounded like a hog munching on slop. She was a juicy bitch, a damned juicy bitch, and she loved it-loved it!
"Like it, Rex?" she gasped. "Like my juicy bitch cunt? I'll bet you do! I know you do!" She cranked the dildo madly, as if she were trying to ream all the meat out of her cunt.
"Ohhhh, God!" she moaned. "Goooddd!" Her eyes rolled deliriously in her skull. She felt the pulsations of orgasm beginning in the pit of her loins. The hot feelings washed through her cunt and ass-hole like salty, tingling waves. The juice began to spray out of her.
"Ohhh! Uhhhhh! Ahhh! Eeeeeeeeh!"
She couldn't control herself anymore. She bucked her hips, banged her head on the bench, clutched at the air with her toes. Her hands could hardly hold onto the dildo, drenched as they were with her hot, gushing juices.
"Feels so good!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, ohhhhh!" She twisted the dildo inside her. Her cuntal walls contracted rhythmically around the rubber cock, making it flex in her hands, sending vibrations through it. She chewed her lips with the intensity of her fuck-sensations.
Her orgasm reached a peak and quickly began to subside. Sister Grace smiled with relief. She released the dildo and slowly let her legs down until her feet kissed the cold concrete. The free end of the dildo thudded softly against the bench as the final contractions of her cunt flexed it up and down.
She sighed, letting her arms dangle off the bench, her legs spread wide. Her tits heaved up and down. After a few minutes the dildo began to slide out of her, at last falling into the puddle on the bench as her pussy released it and closed up tight.
The first thing Sister Grace did when she'd regained enough strength to clean up her mess was to lap up the puddle of her cunt-drool from the bench. The second thing she did was to suck the rubber cock clean.
After stashing her collection of sex items back in locker two-zero-two, she headed for the showers, her pussylips rubbing together, her tits wobbling, her ass wiggling. She felt marvelous.
CHAPTER FOUR
On the following afternoon Sister Grace was hoeing the convent garden when she heard the rumbling growl of a large truck somewhere down the alley. Her heart lodged in her throat for a moment, for her first thought was that it was Rex Meyer's garbage truck. As hot as she was for the boy, she was also terrified of him. Day-dreaming about him while she masturbated, or watching him jack off from the safety of her bedroom window-these things were all right. But she really didn't think she'd ever have the guts to confront him. He was such an intimidating young man, and besides, she was a nun. Fantasy and secret masturbation she could get away with, but she couldn't get away with having a lover.
The noise of the truck was getting closer, the vehicle apparently lumbering slowly up the narrow alley. The breeze carried its diesel exhaust to Sister Grace's nose and she tried to hold her breath. She kept on hoeing, not bothering to look up, not wanting to look up. It surely wasn't Rex Meyer's garbage truck. He'd collected the garbage only yesterday morning. It was probably some sort of delivery truck, perhaps a moving van. She didn't have time to concern herself with it. She had to get her hoeing done and get supper started before Sister Jocelyn returned from her committee meeting.
The truck came growling from behind the neighbor's garage, rolled into view, belching its filthy exhaust. Sister Grace could sense it there-a huge hulk of steel-but she was determined to ignore it. She was irritated by it. It had destroyed the peace and quiet and sweet air she so enjoyed when she gardened. If she just ignored it, it would be past in a few moments.
The truck's air-brakes blasted and steel clanged against steel. Sister Grace knew immediately that the truck wasn't going to go away. It had come for her. Her heart lodged once more in her throat and she could hardly swallow. She refused to look up, hoeing furiously. Ffer heart slid once more into her chest and pounded her breastbone like a wild fist.
"Hey Sister! Wanna go for a ride, Sister?" The driver reved the engine of his truck, making it roar like a monster.
Sister Grace looked up. Rex Meyer, shirtless and grinning, was leaning toward her out the window of his truck. His biceps bulged massively as he rested his elbows on the window sill. Dropping her hoe, Sister Grace stumbled toward him, waving her arms and calling weakly, "Quiet, please! Please don't shout."
"Hop in, Sister," Rex said, gunning his engine again.
"Don't. Please don't do that."
Rex threw his door open and jumped out, his scuffed brown boots sliding on the gravel. His threadbare jeans were stained with black grease, as were his large hands.
"Turn it off," Sister Grace pleaded, going for the ignition key. She started to scramble up into the cab of the big truck.
Rex grabbed her ass, assisting her. She put her heeled shoe square against his chest and pushed him away at the same moment that she managed to turn off the ignition. The moment the motor died, the silence was deafening. Sister Grace slid back to the ground, her ears ringing.
"Hey, what's the idea?" Rex said. "Thought you wanted to go for a ride."
Sister Grace faced him, trying to brush some of the dust from the seat off her white habit. She dreaded to think of the grease stains on her ass where Rex had grabbed her. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice shaky. "You misunderstood. I can't go for a ride with you. I turned off the truck because I didn't want it to attract any attention."
She inspected her habit nervously, not daring to look up into Rex's eyes.
"Well, I'll be damned," Rex said. "I thought for sure you'd wanna go for a ride with me up in the hills where we could-"
"Please don't say another word," Sister Grace cut in. "It's out of the question."
She tried to sneak between Rex and the open door, but Rex side-stepped and blocked her way. He'd apparently finished up his work day only minutes ago, and the accumulated sweat of an entire day of hard labor was still clinging to him.
His hands reached for her shoulders, but she quickly backed away. "Don't touch me, please!"
"Well, I'll be fucking damned!" Rex said.
"Didn't think you'd act like some damned little teasing bitch."
"Please don't speak like th ... that, Mister Meyer."
Rex chuckled insolently. "Hey, lady, I ain't no fucking punk at fucking Saint Francis High School no more, and a bitch nun like you's got nothing more to say about how I talk or what I do. Don't forget that, dizzy bitch."
His hands went to his fly and his zipper shrieked as he ripped it open. He yanked open the snap of his jeans. His big hand reached inside and he hauled out his cock and balls. His balls were bigger than golf balls, and his cock, though only half-hard, appeared to be at least eight inches long. He apparently hadn't washed in a while, for his sweaty, musky aroma hit Sister Grace like a hammer.
"Rex," she whispered, her cunt lips swelling, the hot juice dribbling into her panties. "Rex, please put that away."
Rex laughed, stroking his cock, making it harden and swell even more. His balls shifted in their thick-skinned sac. He let go of his cock and it stood out from his loins, its head swollen to the size of a big juicy apple. The veins along its ringed shaft bloated hugely.
"Oh, Rex, please," Sister Grace pleaded. She was so hot she could hardly stand up. Her pussyjuice began to trickle out from under her panties and to leak down her thighs.
Rex's nostrils dilated. It was as if he could smell her. He leered at her. "You bitch nun! I oughta rip off them silly clothes of yours and bend ya over. Ya'd squeal like a stuck pig when I got this here fuck-rod in ya." He twanged his cock with his grimy index finger.
His prick had to be nine inches long, Sister Grace estimated. Oh, and what a beautiful nine inches! Her mouth watered at the sight of it.
"Rex," she whispered, swallowing. "Be sensible, Rex. Somebody might see you like that. Let me go. Please!" She tried to step to the other side of him, but he blocked her way immediately, placing his hands on his lean hips and fanning out his muscle-bulging arms.
Without touching his cock, he flexed it, made it wiggle up and down. A drop of clear fucklube appeared at its tip and bulged from its open piss-slit. The sunshine glinted off the thick tear.
"Taste it, bitch," Rex said. "Go on, get your juicy lips around it. I can tell you're going ape-shit over my hot cock. Go down on it, bitch-baby. Come on, you fucking little slut." He put his hand on top of Sister Grace's head and pushed down.
Sister Grace couldn't resist, didn't want to resist. She went down on her knees, grinding her white habit into the gravel beneath them. The sweaty scent of Rex's cock and balls made her dizzy. She could feel the heat of the boy's huge prick on her cheeks. The hot cuntcream bubbled out of her, saturating the crotch of her panties, dribbling down her inner thighs. She was a mess between the legs and felt so uncomfortable down there that she wished she could tear off all her clothes and be free of them forever.
Rex held her veiled head in both his hands and mashed her nose and lips against his balls. "Clean 'em up, slut. Lick off the sweat."
Whimpering with fear and excitement, Sister Grace began to nibble on Rex's balls. She was trembling so hard that if Rex hadn't been holding on to her head she would have toppled over. Her mouth opened wide and closed around Rex's huge left nut. She lapped at it hungrily, spit leaking out of her mouth. She could feel vibrations from the big nut penetrating her lust-swollen lips.
"Oh, you're good," Rex whispered. "You're real good. You done this before, I can tell. Pete was right about you. You're a ball-licking, cock-sucking bitch. Ain'tcha, Sister, ain'tcha?" Rex twisted on her nose until tears filled her eyes. "Now lick the other one, hot stuff."
Sister Grace quickly swallowed the boy's right ball and bathed it with her tongue. She salivated profusely, dribbling spit on her habit. The sweaty taste of teenaged balls filled her mouth and she swallowed. Rex's cock pounded against her nose and forehead.
"Now eat the cock," Rex said. "Go down on the cock. Gimme a good blow-job. Come on, you cock-sucker. Come on." He pinched her cheek and she whined.
Holding her head with his left hand, his fingers clutching at the top of her veil, Rex used his right hand to whop her back and forth across the face with his cock. The blows to her jaws jolted her and she tasted blood as her teeth cut the inside of her mouth.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please, Rex."
Rex rammed his cockhead against her mouth, nearly loosening her front teeth. She opened her mouth and Rex rammed his cock down her throat. She thought she was going to choke to death.
"Eat it, you bitch," Rex growled. "Suck it, suck it!" He hauled his cock back a few inches and air rushed into her straining lungs.
Stunned, her eyes burning with tears, Sister Grace did her best to suck Rex's enormous cock. She tasted cock and sweat and blood. She wriggled her tongue against the underside of the meaty prick, sucked with her lips and cheeks. Rex rammed his cock down her throat again and she gagged.
"Feels good," Rex mumbled. "Looks good, too. My big prick stuffed in your slut-face. I got it way down your holy throat, don't
I, Sister, don't I?"
Sister Grace moaned, trying to shake her head, trying to show the boy that she was cooperating with him fully. Except for the raging heat in her pussy, she felt somewhat numb all over. She could hardly think. All she was fully aware of was Rex's enormous slab of hard cockmeat stuffed in her mouth and down her throat, of Rex's complete domination over her.
Rex had her by the edges of her veil now and was jerking her head up and down on his cock. "Suck that big mother," he muttered. "Suck the juice outa it. Pleasure it, Sister, pleasure it. Yeahhh, that's it!"
Sister Grace feared he would break her neck or strangle her. As he yanked her head up and down, her mouth and throat slipped up and down around his spit-greased cock. His blonde pubic hairs tickled the tip of her nose, for most of his nine inches was buried in her face.
Sister Grace felt detached from her body for a short time, felt as if she were standing off to the side and watching herself face-fucking the young stud's prick. Then she was back inside her body, but without any feelings. All she was aware of for a few moments was of the thin line of blonde fur that ran from the boy's navel to his groin. As her head bobbed up and down, she saw the sexy line of belly hair come close, then recede, come close, then recede.
"Oh Christ, suck it!" Rex bellowed. "Suck it off!" He jerked on her head furiously, fucking it up and down his cock.
Sister Grace snapped back to her usual self. Snot ran out of her nose, tears ran out of her eyes, spit gushed out of her mouth. She was being used, was being abused, was being throat-fucked brutally. She blubbered around the boy's plunging cock, doing her best to suck, doing her best to bring him off before he strangled her, choked her to death, broke her neck.
The boy's cock flexed in her throat, lifting her skull, stretching the vertebrae of her neck. The meaty prick swelled so large she thought it would explode. Vibrations shot through it, making her entire head shiver.
"Here it comes!" the boy gasped. "Jesus Christ! Awwww!"
His fuck-cream gushed down her throat like molten lava. His cum splashed against her tonsils, filled her mouth, slid down her throat. He pumped his flexing cock in and out and hot jism bubbled out of her stretched-open mouth.
Sister Grace groaned, her head filled with the taste and aroma of hot fuck-cream, the bones of her skull alive with the vibrations transferred to them from the boy's cock. She sucked greedily, receiving new spurts of hot cum down her throat while she tried to swallow the cum filling her mouth. Cum dribbled out and fell on her habit. The boy's cum-load was so profuse that she couldn't possibly swallow all of it.
"Goddamn!" the boy bellowed. "Ahhh, goddamn!"
Sister Grace wiggled her ass, humped, contracted her slippery thighs together, shimmied her pussylips against each other despite the cutting crotch of her panties, which had been pulled up like a sopping-wet gag between them. The heat and itchy sensations throbbed madly in her cunt. She rubbed her legs together furiously, well on her way to her own orgasm. Only a few more seconds. Only a few-
"You animal!" shrieked the voice. "You beast!"
Razor-sharp icicles shot down Sister Grace's spine. She heard a dull thud and Rex groaned sickly, his cock yanked savagely out of her throat! She saw him fold up and slump to the ground as if he'd been shot. His eyes were closed, his face a bluish white. The only sign that he wasn't dead was that his cock was still throbbing against his belly and a few drops of thick cum were still oozing out of it. Sister Grace looked up into the enraged face of Sister Jocelyn. The cover of the thick book she clutched in her two hands almost matched the color of her face. Sister Jocelyn had clubbed Rex over the head with it.
"Sister Grace, you are not worthy of the name," Sister Jocelyn muttered. "You are not a grace, but a disgrace, a disgrace to your habit, a disgrace to the church, a disgrace to womanhood and human decency and the Lord. Get up and go to my room."
"But, Sister-"
"Now!" Sister Jocelyn shouted. "To my room, and don't say another word."
Sister Grace glanced at Rex as she struggled to her feet. He was groaning, mumbling.
"Get going!" Sister Jocelyn bellowed.
Sister Grace stepped over Rex and stumbled toward the convent with Sister Jocelyn clicking down the sidewalk behind her. She heard the swish of the big nun's skirts and heard Sister Jocelyn's furious breathing.
When they reached the back porch, Sister Grace tripped over the first step, banging her right shin on it. She came as close to cursing as she'd ever come since entering the sisterhood. At that moment, however, the big garbage truck roared to life behind them and the door slammed shut.
"Fuck you, bitches!" Rex Meyer yelled, grinding the transmission into gear. "Fuck every last one of you bastards!" The truck engine roared twice as loud and the big truck jerked forward and began to roll.
Sister Grace turned around just in time to see Rex Meyer flash them both the finger. As he and his truck disappeared behind the neighbor's garage, Sister Jocelyn spun back around.
The big nun caught Sister Grace's chin with her fingernails. "Didn't I tell you to get up to my room, you little bitch? Didn't I, huh, didn't I?"
Sister Grace couldn't believe her ears. She twisted out of Sister Jocelyn's claw-hold and scrambled up the steps on her hands and knees.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Take off your clothes," Sister Jocelyn ordered, her cheeks throbbing a brilliant red. She slammed the door of her bedroom behind her and locked it, which was strange, since they were the only two people in the entire convent and the downstairs doors to the outside were already locked.
"But, Sister-"
"No more lip!" Sister Jocelyn slapped Sister Grace across the face. "Take off your filthy clothes! Look at 'em-slimy with male filth! Oh, how disgusting! How could you?"
Sister Grace undressed hurriedly, half-tearing off the various layers of her habit.
Sister Jocelyn strode across the room and yanked shut the heavy red curtains of her window. All daylight was shut out, so she switched on the overhead lights.
"How could you take something like that into your mouth?" Sister Jocelyn muttered as she pulled off her veil. "Oh, I could vomit just thinking about it. I'd rather suck on a rattlesnake. And I'd rather swallow rattlesnake venom than the slimy white fluid those filthy male creatures eject." She made a sick face, undressing with a speed that amazed Sister Grace.
"He forced me," Sister Grace said meekly. She was naked except for her panties, and the aroma of her dripping cunt filled the room.
Sister Jocelyn's nostrils flared. "He forced you, huh? Then why are you running like a river between the legs? He might have forced you, but you loved it, didn't you? Don't think I haven't had my eye on you ever since you came to Saint Francis, Sister Mary Grace. Don't think I haven't seen you flirting with every filthy male animal in the school."
She pulled off her habit and Sister Grace was stunned to see that the mother superior was stark naked underneath-no panties, no nothing. All that remained on Sister Jocelyn were her black shoes and her black knee-socks. She stooped to untie her shoes.
"If you don't have those panties off by the time I get off my shoes and socks, I'm going to make you eat these shoes," Sister Jocelyn growled.
Sister Grace pushed down her panties, then leaned over to step out of them. They were almost completely drenched with her cunt-juice. She was slick all the way down to the knees, and she used her already-sopping panties to attempt to mop the juices off her inner thighs. She succeeded in doing little more than smearing her oily fuck-cream.
Sister Jocelyn stood back up, her entire body flushed a rosy color. Out of her shoes she appeared shorter, and out of her clothes she appeared nowhere near as large-boned as she usually did. Still, she was larger than the average woman, with a voluptuous shape and melon-sized tits. Her purple areolas were larger than silver dollars, studded with sexy bumps, and crowned with fingertip-sized nipples.
Sister Jocelyn reached up behind her head with her left hand and jerked on the piece of yarn that was holding the bun of hair up on the back of her head. Her yellow hair dropped heavily, and Sister Grace couldn't believe it. The mother superior's hair fell halfway down the woman's naked back!
"Give me those," Sister Jocelyn said, holding out her arm.
"What?"
"Don't act dumb. Give me those panties."
Sister Grace handed the big woman her drenched panties.
Sister Jocelyn worked the wadded-up panties in her right hand. "Lord, you are a wet one, aren't you?" She shoved the panties to her nose and inhaled. "Oh, my Lord!" Her gray eyes rolled.
Sister Jocelyn began to rub the panties all over her face, coating her skin with a sheen of Sister Grace's pussyjuice. She used the panties as if they were a washcloth, rubbing them down her neck, over her tits and areolas. Her nipples gleamed with Sister Grace's pussyjuice. She thrust the panties into her mouth and sucked on them as if trying to extract the juice. She closed her eyes, her throat bobbing as she swallowed. She spat the panties out and let them fall to the floor where her clothes were heaped.
"Come here," she said.
Sister Grace was so stunned at what was happening that she could hardly move.
"Don't make me repeat myself, Sister Grace, or you shall regret it."
Sister Grace took two steps forward. She stood tit-to-tit with Sister Jocelyn.
"Reach between my legs," Sister Jocelyn said. "But."
"Sister Grace!"
Sister Grace reached down and thrust both her hands against the burning crotch of the mother superior. It was like grabbing a hairy sponge. Sister Jocelyn's hot pussyjuice gushed onto her palms, dripped between her fingers. The big woman's cunt lips were swollen and throbbing.
"Wash with it," Sister Jocelyn said. "Wash the filthy scent of that male beast off yourself."
Sister Grace stared at her, disbelieving.
"Go on, wash. Spread my cuntal ooze on your face and tits. Then lick your hands clean."
"But Sister Jocelyn-"
Sister Jocelyn let go with another flying open hand across Sister Grace's face. Sister Grace staggered, her head spinning, tears flooding her eyes.
"Wash!" Sister Jocelyn shouted. "Wash, damn you!"
Sister Grace lifted her hands and splashed Sister Jocelyn's hot cuntal juices over her stinging cheek. She rubbed the slimy fuck-juice all over her face, holding her breath. Then she rubbed it on her tits, feeling her hard nipples tickle her slick fingers.
"Now lick it off," Sister Jocelyn said. "Wash out your mouth."
Sister Grace didn't wait to be told a second time. She licked and sucked the warm cunt-juice off her hands as if it were melted butter. She no longer held her breath, and the aroma of the woman's cunt flooded her senses. The fuck-juice had a tart flavor.
"All right, my dear, get up on your hands and knees on the bed. Let me see your ass."
Sister Grace obeyed in a stunned state of disbelief.
The bed was firm, as if Sister Jocelyn had two plywood boards under her mattress. Sister Grace knelt right at the edge of the bed, her feet hanging off the mattress. The last time she'd taken this position for anybody had been on the afternoon her father had died. She'd been on her hands and knees like this on a haybale while he'd fucked her doggie-style. She'd come twice while his big cock had slid in and out of her, had come twice before his big uncut cock had spurted into her for the last time in his life.
"Gorgeous ass," Sister Jocelyn muttered. "Too bad you can't get back here and see it. Simply gorgeous." She tickled Sister Grace's asspucker with her fingernail.
The juice began to trickle out of Sister Grace's cunt again. As frightened and stunned as she was, she couldn't help but be excited.
She was naked in the dog-fuck position, and Sister Jocelyn was playing with her ass. A trickle of hot juice bubbled down the inside of her left thigh.
"Lord!" Sister Jocelyn whispered. "Oh, my Lord!" She licked the trickle of cunt-cream off Sister Grace's velvety skin. "Oh, fuck!" Hauling apart Sister Grace's cunt lips with her sharp-clawed fingers, she shoved her nose and lips between them, immediately sucking, slurping, munching.
"Uh!" Sister Grace gasped. "Oh, oh!" She arched her back, turning up her ass. Fuck-thrills screwed through her loins.
Sister Jocelyn's tongue wriggled into her pussy. "Mmmmm, mmm, mmm!" Sister Jocelyn moaned, her tongue twisting, darting, probing.
Sister Grace thought she was going to go crazy. She hadn't been eaten out in years, and she'd never been eaten out like this. No farm-boy had ever used his tongue on her cunt as Sister Jocelyn was using hers now. The mother superior's tongue seemed to be electrified. It slipped in and out of Sister Grace's pussy like a small wet cock, just rough enough to provide the extra friction that made Sister Grace whine.
"Ohhh, God!" Sister Grace gasped. "Oh, Sister! Oh, oh!" Sister Jocelyn sucked on Sister Grace's clit, got her teeth around it and began to file the little pleasure-bud mercilessly with her rough tongue. She bit harder into it and jabbed her tongue at it again and again and again.
Sister Grace felt needles of fire flood her loins. Her cunt tightened, squeezing out juice which Sister Jocelyn greedily slurped up.
"My Lord, so much, so delicious!" Sister Jocelyn whispered. She munched Sister Grace's pussy as if she were going to devour it. Her teeth sliced again and again into the spongy, swollen cuntslabs.
A tremendous throbbing heat surged through Sister Grace's loins. Her hips jerked involuntarily, the itchy pleasure-sensations tightening and exploding inside her.
"Uhhhh!" Sister Grace groaned, an orgasm ripping through her cunt and ass-hole. "Ohhh, Goddddd!" The hot juice began to spray out of her.
Sister Jocelyn gasped, panted. She covered Sister Grace's spasming cunt with her wide-open mouth and sucked, swallowing Sister Grace's spurting cunt-juice.
"Eat it!" Sister Grace whispered, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Oh, eat it!" She felt the fuck-thrills all over, felt them like lips sucking her nipples and toes, felt them like millions of minuscule tongues licking out her ass-hole.
As her orgasm subsided, Sister Grace fell forward on the bed, too weak to maintain on her hands-and-knees. The hot body of the naked mother superior covered her immediately as Sister Jocelyn crawled up on the bed and fell on her. The big nun's nipples felt like hot pokers jutting into her upper back. Sister Jocelyn bit her neck. Sister Grace could smell her own pussyjuice on Sister Jocelyn's face and lips.
"Juicy little bitch!" Sister Jocelyn muttered. "Shoulda got my hands on you months ago-before that male pig defiled your mouth."
Sister Grace was too weak to move, too weak to care much about what Sister Jocelyn was saying. This was so much like a dream. Sister Grace's mind was whirling. She didn't have the energy to even try to work things out.
"Your turn, dearie," Sister Jocelyn said. "Your turn to eat my juicy pussy."
Sister Grace's mind cleared instantly. What Sister Jocelyn was proposing was unthinkable. Although Sister Grace had sniffed panties, she had never gotten her nose or lips close to another female's cunt. She couldn't imagine doing such a thing, had never had any desire to do such a thing, especially to a woman who was her mother superior! The idea nauseated her.
Sister Jocelyn lifted off her. "Over you go, you naked little darling." The big nun easily flipped Sister Grace face-up.
"Sister Jocelyn, please." Sister Grace held up her hands, warding the big nun off. Sister Jocelyn's hot nipples tickled her palms and she jerked her hands back.
"Feel 'em," Sister Jocelyn said. "Squeeze those knockers. Give 'em a workout. I've found that all my little girls love playing with mama's big tits."
"I-I can't," Sister Grace said.
Sister Jocelyn frowned. "Can't? What do you mean, you can't?"
"I just can't," Sister Grace said. "I just-"
"You could suck on that big smelly male snake, though, couldn't you?"
Sister Jocelyn straddled Sister Grace's chest, letting her hairy cunt and ass settle on Sister Grace's tits. Hot cuntal ooze dribbled down Sister Grace's left areola and Sister Grace could feel a pulsebeat coming from Sister Jocelyn's hot pussy.
Sister Grace turned her head to the side so she wouldn't have to face the red-faced mother superior. The big nun had a lust-flush such as Sister Grace had only seen on the faces of lust-crazy studs.
Sister Jocelyn grabbed both Sister Grace's hands and placed them on her huge tits. "Start playing with 'em, honey, or I swear I'm gonna claw the skin off that pretty face of yours." She grabbed Sister Grace's own tits and began to squeeze them roughly.
Sister Grace had no choice. She began to knead the big spongy tits, feeling all the hot bumps of the big nipples tickling her palms. As she pleasure Sister Jocelyn's tits, she squirmed under the frantic manipulations of the mother superior's juice-slick hands. Her cunt began to contract again, and she knew she was leaking fresh cunt-juice. She dreaded Sister Jocelyn's reaction when the big nun discovered that puddles of cunt-juice had stained her gold bedspread.
"Oh, fantastic!" Sister Jocelyn said. "You have such firm young tits, such hard nipples!" Hot cunt-juice from Sister Jocelyn washed over Sister Grace's tits as the big nun played with them and rubbed her juicy crotch against them. "You like mine too, doncha doll, doncha?"
Sister Grace closed her eyes, feeling the big nun's hot tits all over. She couldn't believe any of this was happening, didn't want to believe any of this was happening. Sister Jocelyn was such a changed person. The mother superior even talked differently, talked like a common street whore now instead of like a dignified woman, a holy nun, a staunch mother superior. Sister Grace didn't want to believe that anybody could change so much. Nor did she want to believe that she herself was feeling up another woman's tits. It wasn't right. It was perverted. She didn't want to do it, but she was getting turned on by it. What was happening?
Sister Jocelyn fell forward, bracing her hands on the bed above Sister Grace's head and dangling her huge hot tits in Sister Grace's face. "Suck 'em!" Sister Jocelyn hissed. "Suck my big tits. Go on, suck 'em!"
Sister Grace turned her face away. She couldn't do it.
"Eat 'em, you little slut!" Sister Jocelyn squashed her right tit against Sister Grace's mouth, rubbed her hot bumpy cherry against Sister Grace's lips. "Come on, gnaw on 'em before I get mad."
Sister Grace gingerly let her tongue slide back and forth over Sister Jocelyn's areolas. The hot cherry-bumps sent thrills through her. She let her lips encircle the big nipple and then began to suck automatically. It was as if her lips and tongue were acting independently of her will.
"That's it, that's it!" Sister Jocelyn moaned. "Now bite it. Chew on it. Drives me crazy."
Biting into Sister Jocelyn's nipple was like biting into dense rubber. Sister Grace chewed, gnawed, was tempted to bite Sister Jocelyn's nipple right off.
"Ohhhh, awwww!" Sister Jocelyn whined, leaking hot cunt-juice on Sister Grace's belly. "Now the other one. Quick!" She shoved her left tit against Sister Grace's mouth.
Sister Grace sucked up the cherry and a mouthful of tit-flesh along with it. Her tongue flapped back and forth. Her teeth sliced into the hot bumps, into the vibrating nipple.
"Ohhhh, Goddddd!" Sister Jocelyn rubbed her wet crotch madly against Sister Grace's belly. "I'm coming, coming!"
Although nothing like the quantity of cunt-juice that sprayed out of Sister Grace's cunt when she spasmed, Sister Jocelyn's pussy-cream bubbled out of her in profusion now and trickled down Sister Grace's velvet-smooth flanks. Sister Grace could feel Sister Jocelyn's cunt throbbing and sucking at her belly-flesh. Sister Jocelyn's cunt was fat and spongy and hairy and sopping-wet.
Sister Jocelyn jerked up, tearing her tit out of Sister Grace's mouth. Grunting with orgasmic spasms, she slid up to sit on Sister Grace's face. She mashed her throbbing, gushing cunt against Sister Grace's mouth, and Sister Grace gagged as the hot, tart pussyjuice ran down her throat.
"Bite it!" Sister Jocelyn gasped. She shoved a mass of hot hairy cuntflesh into Sister Grace's mouth. "Gnaw it, damn you, gnaw!"
She ground her cunt like a fist into Sister Grace's mouth, catching her kinky cunt-hairs in Sister Grace's teeth, humping her spasming loins against Sister Grace's face.
Sister Grace twisted her face, the hot juice running down her cheeks and neck, the tears filling her eyes. She was being smothered by the huge spasming pussy of the mother superior. She chewed Sister Jocelyn's spasming cuntflesh out of self-defense.
"Ohhh, yesss, ohhh, yesssssss!" Sister Jocelyn jabbered, the contractions of her cunt becoming stronger. It was as if Sister Grace's cunt-gnawing was renewing the mother superior's faltering orgasm. "Ohhh, eat it! Ohhhhh, I'm gonna die! I'm dying, ohhhhh, Goddddddd!"
Sister Grace swallowed a mouthful of cunt-juice and a few dozen pussy-hairs before Sister Jocelyn's orgasm had subsided. When Sister Jocelyn crawled off her, she almost laughed with relief. Her ordeal was at last over. She started to sit up.
"Stay right there," Sister Jocelyn snapped, the tone of a sadistic drill-sergeant back in her voice. She crossed the room and pulled some leather straps out of her dresser. She turned back toward Sister Grace, sneering. "We're just beginning, my dear."
CHAPTER SIX
Rex stopped at Redneck Mother's Bar for a few beers before returning his garbage truck to the municipal lot. He'd stormed through his collecting rounds today, had finished emptying his last garbage can more than an hour early, had worked like a sonofabitch so he could have time to pick up that bitch nun and take her out in the sticks somewhere and fuck the shit out of her. He hadn't expected that she'd resist him, not after the way she'd waited for him every Tuesday morning, watching him from her upstairs window. Damn! And after the way she'd gawked at him while he'd jacked off for her the other morning, he'd been positive she'd be crazy to go for a ride with him.
Bitch nun! He should have fucked her cunt off right there in the alley. She had a pretty mouth though, a nice fuckable mouth. At least he'd gotten something for all his slave labor today. He'd shot a thick load down her bitch throat. He would have fucked her too, would have fucked her right there in the alley if that goddamn Amazon Jocelyn hadn't clubbed him over the head from out of nowhere.
He rubbed the lump she'd given him. It throbbed and he had a slight headache now besides.
Fuck, he should have grabbed a tire iron off the truck and killed her. He'd get her yet. Goddamn, if it was the last thing he ever did, he'd get that clawing old bitch!
He chugged his fifth mug of beer down and slammed the mug down on the bar. "One more over here."
As the bartender refilled his mug, he jumped when he felt a warm hand on his lower back. He swung around on his barstool, ready to slam the wise guy in the teeth.
The wise guy turned out to be a dizzy blonde from St. Francis High who snapped her head back with a look of terror when she saw Rex's fist coming at her. He bumped her playfully on the chin, and she smiled uneasily.
"So how's it going?" she said, her soft hand moving on his lower back again and sending warm pleasant sensations through his loins.
There was nothing like the touch of a female to get the blood pumping and the juices flowing again. Rex's cock swelled in his jeans.
"Can't complain," Rex said, swinging back toward the bar and catching the foaming mug of beer as the bartender slid it to him.
The chick cozied up alongside him, her hot fingers easing under the waistband of his jeans. "You're still driving that garbage truck, I see."
Rex sipped his beer. "That's right. You got any objections?"
The blonde giggled self-consciously. He wasn't sure, but he thought her name was Gin-ny. In school she'd been one of the good girls.
"Not at all," she said.
"It pays good," Rex said. "Better than the jobs a lot of these college graduates get."
"For sure," she said, the tip of one of her fingers sliding down into his asscleft, searching for his pucker.
Jesus, what a slut! Right here in the bar. She must be getting the crotch of her pantyhose wet. What a fucking mink!
He played it cool, not responding to her assrubbing, even though his cock was about ready to split down the middle. "I got lucky. Applied just at the right time. A guy was retiring. Who the fuck cares if I missed every Tuesday of school for half last semester? I fucking graduated anyway. What a fucking joke!"
"Are you still working just Tuesdays?"
The girl's finger had found his asspucker and was scratching it lightly. Itchy tingles shot through his cock. He could tell fucklube was oozing out of it.
"Course not," he said. "Working full-time now. What the fuck you think my truck's doing parked out front if I was working only Tuesdays? Today ain't Tuesday, ya know." He drained the rest of his beer.
Dizzy cunt! He was going to plug her, split he in half.
"Silly me," the bitch said. "You're right, this isn't Tuesday." She giggled self-consciously.
Rex stared into his empty mug, debating whether he should play it cool a little longer or take her somewhere and stuff her full of cock right now. She was itchy as hell for it and so was he. His prick hurt it was so hard.
"You know, Rex, I've always liked you." Her hand moved down farther, and Rex lifted up so she could tickle his crotch. Her fingernails lightly scratched his balls.
"Shit!" Rex said.
"But I have," she said, her fingers working on his balls.
Rex glared over at a guy two stools down who was watching the bitch move her hand inside Rex's pants. The guy shoved his face back in his mug of beer. Rex smirked with satisfaction. Lucky devil, Rex thought-for getting back to minding his own business. Rex was in the mood for a fight. Of course, he was also in the mood for a hot fuck. Still, he wouldn't mind doing both-screwing that bitch's cunt raw and punching that nosy dude's face in. He half-hoped the dude would start eyeballing them again.
"And I've changed," she said. "I've really changed since school. I feel liberated. I know what I want now." She squeezed his balls.
Rex eased his ass back down, sitting heavily on her hand. "School only let out a few fucking days ago, you dizzy bitch. You sure changed fast enough. Know what? I think you were a fucking mink all the way through high school. I think you fucked every prick in the whole fucking school."
"Keep it down," the bartender said as he passed by, giving Rex a stern look.
"I did not," the girl said. She yanked hard and pulled her hand out of Rex's jeans. "I'm a virgin. You can't talk to me like that."
"Like hell I can't, bitch!" Rex grabbed her wrist savagely. "I can talk to you anyway I want, and don't you forget it."
The girl fought him. "Let me go!"
"Hey," the bartender said, drawing another beer from the tap. "Let's not have any trouble in here. Do your drinking quiet or leave. Want another beer?"
"We're just leaving," Rex said. He stood up and started hauling the girl out of the bar.
"Let me go," she whispered, looking around nervously.
Rex squeezed her hot little wrist. "Like hell, baby! You don't want me to let ya go and you know it. Come along peaceful and I'll give ya what ya want."
She put up a weak token resistance, but finally allowed Rex to lead her out of the bar, stumbling a few times in her high heels. She was dressed like a street-walker-tight red dress, lipstick, eye shadow. It was laughable. In school she'd been a conservatively dressed little Miss Priss. She smelled of some kind of perfume that made Rex hornier still. He believed she was telling him the truth. He believed she really was a virgin. What fun he was going to have exploding her cherry!
Rex checked his watch when they got outside and decided he didn't have time to drag the bitch up in the hills. He had to get that truck back to the municipal lot pretty soon or catch hell.
"Come on," he said, dragging the girl down the sidewalk. Luckily the bar was on a quiet side-street. No nosy bystanders to gawk at him while he dragged the bitch into the alley between the bar and the warehouse next to it.
"Where are you taking me?"
"Shut up and come on!" He threw the bitch into the alley. She stumbled, losing one of her shoes, and he pushed her roughly when she tried to retrieve it. "Get going. You don't need that."
She gave him a scared look and stumbled on. She was pretty, one shoe off and her nylon pantyhose shredding on the rough stones of the alleyway. He grabbed her when she reached three garbage cans that stood against the red-brick rear wall of the bar. With a savage yank he ripped open the front of her red dress. One of her tits popped out, the areola gleaming, the nipple hard.
She pressed up against the brick wall as if trying to back right through it. "Please don't," she whimpered. "Be gentle."
Rex laughed and ripped the rest of her dress off. It fell around her feet, crumpled like a red rag. She stood there trembling, naked on top, wearing only pantyhose and a high-heeled shoe on her right foot. Rex could see her blonde-brown cunt-bush through her pantyhose crotch and his prick throbbed painfully.
"Take off the hose, bitch." Rex pulled off the open shirt, he'd worn into the bar.
"I-I've changed my mind," the girl said weakly. "Let me go. Please. I wanna go home." She covered her ample tits with her hands.
"Take 'em off before I rip 'em off," Rex snapped, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.
"I'll scream," the girl said, her voice hardly audible.
"You scream and it'll be the last thing you do." Rex pushed his pants down to his knees. His cock stood up, throbbing heavily, dripping fucklube.
The girl gazed at the big prick as if hypnotized. A shiver passed through her nubile body. "It's so big," she whispered. "I can't take it. I'll never be able to take it."
Rex scratched his balls, smiling inwardly while he glared at her outwardly. "I'll give you one second to get outa them hose before I break your pretty nose."
The girl whimpered, leaning forward and shoving down her pantyhose with shaking hands. Her tits hung beautifully. She stepped out of her shoe, peeled the pantyhose off over her sexy feet one at a time, then slowly straightened up.
She was nicely stacked. Rex found it hard to believe that this sexy bitch was the same girl who'd been such a goody-goody at St. Francis High. Despite her whimpering and trembling, Rex could tell that she was hot. He could smell her cunt. It was wet and steaming.
Rex debated whether to undress fully, but decided he couldn't wait. His cock was too hot. He had to fuck that bitch now. He shuffled forward, his jeans falling down around his ankles, his boots scuffing on the stones of the alley. The girl shrank away from him, but he had her against the brick wall. He grabbed her tits and twisted.
"Oh, God, stop!" she gasped. "Don't be so rough. Please!"
Rex leaned over and bit both her nipples, coming close to severing the hot, rubbery buds from the girl's areolas. The girl squirmed, twisting her blonde head against the red brick.
Rex reached between the girl's legs and clutched at her hot cunt. She was dripping wet. Her clit vibrated against his fingers. He twisted his middle finger between her cunt lips and screwed it to the hilt up her clutching pussy. She was tight. Rex knew for sure now that she was a virgin. The biggest thing that had ever been up this cunt was a finger.
The girl rose up on her toes, arching back, her eyes glazed. "Stop," she whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I don't want this anymore. I made a mistake. I'll give you anything. Just don't do it."
"Don't do what?" Rex cranked his finger inside her, thrilled by the way her hot slick juice ran into his palm and down over the back of his hand. "Don't do what, bitch?"
"Don't do it! Oh, please stop! Stop now-please?"
Rex pinched her clit, twisted it, rolled it roughly between his fingers. "Don't do what? What? What?"
"Don't fuck me! Oh, please don't fuck me!" She was writhing.
Rex yanked his middle finger out of her cunt and jammed it into her mouth before she had the chance to blink an eye. "Suck off the juice, slut! Taste your own stinking cunt."
Her eyes wide with fear, the chick sucked Rex's middle finger as if it were a nipple. He hadn't washed his hands after work, and he knew they still smelled like garbage. The girl winced, her nose wrinkled. Rex was tempted to shove his finger straight up her nostrils, but his prick was throbbing like a hot pipe as he pressed it against her velvety warm belly, and he knew he'd better get the dripping prick in her before he lost his load.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and threw her down over the garbage cans. When she started to get back up, he slammed her across her gorgeous ass-cheeks a few times until she settled back down, lying on the garbage cans from the waist up, her ass and legs hanging off. He stepped between her legs then and rubbed the enormously swollen head of his bone-hard cock up and down between her fat pussyslabs. Hot juice continued to bubble out of her cunt despite all her blubbering and shaking.
"Please," she whispered, the word barely audible. "You'll kill me."
Rex twisted his cock harder between the spongy folds of her cunt lips. She was so wet, so slick, so hot. She was all bitch, all slut. He loved ramming his cock up a juicy bitch cunt. There was nothing else in the world he would rather do. His entire prickhead was enveloped by her widely gaping cuntslabs now, and the fuck-thrills saturated his nine-inch cock, making it shiver.
The girl arched up, twisting her blonde head, clenching her cunt like a vise. "Please, Rex, oh please!"
Rex wrapped his hands around her willowy waist and he held her steady. At the same time, he began to grind his rock-like prick into her. She was tight but there was no way she was going to keep his cock out of her. He rotated his hips as she ground his cock into her. He could feel her cherry stretching, tearing.
"Uhhh, uhhhh, ohhhh!" the bitch groaned. "No, nooooo!"
Rex laughed, showing his teeth. He clawed into her soft belly-flesh and simultaneously thrust into her with all his strength.
Her cherry exploded, fuck-juice and blood spraying out of her like hot water. His rock-hard abdomen smacked her ass as every inch of his prick embedded itself inside her.
The girl arched up, gasping, then collapsed on the garbage cans, her body going limp.
"Goddamn!" Rex muttered, knowing that the bitch had fainted. He liked them conscious and squirming, conscious and blubbering. He hauled his prick out of her slowly and carefully. He was almost coming, his cock throbbing madly. He got the big thing out of her without blasting off and he blew a sigh of relief.
His cock throbbed up and down and he could smell the blood from the girl's ripped-apart cherry. The scent excited him. The smell of her cunt-juice and blood mixed with the scents of garbage and stale beer, and for some reason Rex found the aromas pleasing.
"Damn you, wake up!" he growled. "Damn bitch!" He slapped her luscious ass a few times and she groaned. He dipped his middle finger in the pussy-slime between her legs, then twisted his greased finger up into her ass-hole.
The girl arched up, gasping.
"Thought that would wake ya up." Rex yanked his finger out of her ass-hole and reached around in front of her to shove his wet finger in her mouth.
"Suck off the juice, bitch. Taste your smelly ass-hole. Eat it clean, slut." He ground his dirty finger viciously in her mouth, tempted to shove his whole hand down her throat.
Rex pulled his finger out of her mouth, cuffed her alongside the head to show her who was boss, grabbed her beautifully rounded hips, and rammed his slick prick all the way up her cunt. Her juices ran out over his throbbing nuts.
The girl arched up even higher, her spine nearly breaking. As she arched, her cunt gripped Rex's cock so tightly that he thought the head was going to pop off it.
"Ohhhhh, Goddd!" the girl moaned. "You're killing me!"
"Yeahhhhh!" Rex sighed. "Feels so fucking good!" He hauled his cock back a few inches and rammed it back in, his hard abdomen jolting the chick's upturned ass. His balls pulled up tight, and delicious thrills swirled through his cock.
The girl crashed down on the garbage cans, pounding her fists against the lids. "Stop, oh stopppp!" She was crying, writhing, her cunt a clutching mass of raw hot meat.
Rex loved her blubbering, her writhing, her fist-pounding. He pulled his cock out until only the knob remained inside her, then screwed it back in to the hilt. Before the bitch could respond, he pulled it out again and rammed it home.
"Ohhhh, pleeease!" The chick shivered from head to toe, her cunt leaking cunt-juice and blood, her raw pussy clutching madly around Rex's sliding cock.
"Mmmmm, ahhhhh!" Rex chewed his lips, dug his fingernails into the girl's loins and drove his cock in and out of her faster and harder, faster and deeper. He was fucking the guts out of her, and it felt so good!
The girl arched up, crashed back down, twisted from side to side, pounded the can lids, snapped her head this way and that as if she were trying to break her own neck. She writhed naked against the gray metal of the garbage cans, her toes clenching.
She was a beautiful sight, and what made her that much more beautiful was that Rex had his cock in her cauldron-like cunt and was enjoying grinding it in and out of her. He felt like fucking her for about ten years, but he knew he wouldn't last much more than a few seconds longer. She was too fucking hot inside, her virgin pussy too fucking tight.
"I'm gonna blow my load, baby," Rex muttered. "I'm gonna fill ya so full of hot jizz that you're gonna have it leaking outa ya for about a week." He pistoned his cock inside her, gyrating his ass so he could fuck with a screwing motion and increase his pleasure.
The girl clawed on the can lids, screeching her polished fingernails across the galvanized metal. She gnawed at the handle of one of the lids, dripping tears and snot and spit all over it. Rex grabbed her long blonde hair and yanked on it, forced her to arch back so her cunt would tighten even more. He plowed her bleeding pussy-hole as savagely as he'd ever fucked any cunt.
He felt his balls swell and tighten, as if they were going to split open. His cum-ropes started to uncoil in his loins and the delicious hot fuck-thrills of orgasms slid through the core of his madly fucking cock.
"Ohhhh, Christ, I'm gonna shoooot"
Ramming into her, grinding his hard abdomen against her ass, he fucked his first round of boiling cum into her bleeding pussy. It felt so good he could hardly stand it.
He exploded again, the fuck-tingles running from the tip of his spine to the pit of his ass-hole. His toes curled in his boots as his prick shuddered inside the sobbing girl and flooded her cunt with more sizzling fuck-cream.
"Ooooh, baaby!" he moaned, grinding his cock into her as deep as he possibly could. "Fuck you!" He jerked, blasting another round of jism into her trembling body.
The girl started to shudder, started to jerk and vibrate. Her raw pussy walls fluttered around Rex's contracting, coming cock, beginning to grip rhythmically, matching the rhythm of Rex's orgasmic cock-throbs.
She's coming, Rex thought. Jesus Christ, what a bitch! What a fucking bitch slut! He plowed into her furiously, fucking her full of his cum, taking all the pleasure he could milk out of his orgasm.
"Ahhhhhhh!" he groaned, gnashing his teeth with ecstasy. Suddenly he was aware of the girl groaning with him, of the girl whining like some dog-bitch in heat.
Her pussy exploded with a cock-wrenching orgasm. She twisted, writhed, and clawed the can lids, snapping her head this way and that-but this time with pleasure rather than pain. She was a fucking bitch, a fucking mink, experiencing her first orgasm with a cock in her cunt and she wouldn't stop moving, wouldn't stop whining.
Rex fell on her with his full weight, pumping his balls dry.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sister Jocelyn wasn't playing games. Sister Grace knew that for certain now. The big nun was serious.
The leather straps binding Sister Grace's wrists and ankles were real leather, leather that cut into her flesh and impaired her circulation, leather that was hurting her. Her hands and feet were numb, throbbing sickly. Sister Grace could hardly move her fingers or toes due to the tightness of the bindings. Her arms were stretched up and outward, her wrists bound to the head-posts of the four-poster bed in the same fashion that her ankles were bound to the foot-posts of the bed. Her legs were spread so wide the insides of her thighs ached.
"Beautiful," Sister Jocelyn said, pacing back and forth alongside the bed and inspecting Sister Grace's nude body. "Gorgeous. Such a dark-eyed little bitch, but such cream-white skin. Such a contrast. Oh, you're so sexy!" The big nun thrust her hand between her own legs and clutched her dripping blonde crotch, masturbating herself shamelessly.
Sister Grace turned her head away so she wouldn't have to watch. Even after all that had happened so far, Sister Grace couldn't bring herself to accept that her mother superior was even more of a slut than she herself was.
Sister Jocelyn pranced over to the other side of the bed, her huge tits wobbling, her hand still massaging her slime-leaking pussy. "Smart little bitch, ain'tcha? Think you're too good for me, doncha?"
"Sister Jocelyn, I-"
"Shut up!" Sister Jocelyn slapped Sister Grace across the face with the hand she'd used to masturbate herself. The big nun's pussy-cream spattered into Sister Grace's eyes, making them sting. Sister Grace whimpered, her head throbbing from the force of the slap, but she didn't dare utter another word.
"Cock-loving bitch, ain'tcha?" Sister Jocelyn jeered. She snatched up a leather strap from the mattress between Sister Grace's legs. The strap was a thin strip of leather, the same kind of strap that Sister Jocelyn had used to bind Sister Grace's wrists and ankles. "I asked you a question, bitch!"
Sister Grace bit her lips, unable to stop whimpering. This just couldn't be happening, it just couldn't!
"All right, you asked for it!"
Sister Jocelyn doubled up the strap and cracked it across Sister Grace's abdomen. Sister Grace arched up away from the mattress, her entire belly on fire. She screamed in pain and terror.
"Shut up!" Sister Jocelyn screeched. "Shut up, goddamn you!" She whipped Sister Grace across the tits, nearly slicing open Sister Grace's left nipple.
Sister Grace almost bit her tongue off, but she managed to hold back her second scream. She struggled against her bonds, reflexively trying to curl herself up into a ball. She couldn't move. She was splayed out and completely vulnerable.
"Say you're a cock-loving bitch," Sister Jocelyn ordered. "Say you're a cock-sucking bitch." Sister Jocelyn raised the strap high. "Say it!"
"I'm a bitch," Sister Grace said, her voice trembling severely.
"What kind of bitch?"
"A cock-sucking bitch. A cock-loving bitch."
The strap cracked savagely across Sister Grace's loins.
Sister Grace jerked, biting her lip, shivering with the fiery pain. Tears leaked out of her eyes despite her tightly clenched eyelids.
"Serves you right," Sister Jocelyn muttered. "Cock-loving bitch. All you young things and your sick lust for those stinking pricks. Damn you all!"
Sister Grace tensed for another crack of the strap, but none came. She slowly opened her eyes, waiting a few seconds for her vision to clear before she spotted Sister Jocelyn rummaging in the dresser drawer again. She dreaded whatever was coming next.
Sister Jocelyn was strapping something around her loins. It appeared to be a wide belt of some kind, and Sister Jocelyn wrapped it around her at the level of the middle of her large but shapely ass. The big nun wheeled around them, hands on her hips, a lurid smirk on her face.
Sister Grace thought she was seeing things. Sister Jocelyn displayed a huge hard-on, a big stiff cock which was sticking straight out of her groin. It was flesh-colored, and the overhead light reflected off it.
"Like it?" Sister Jocelyn stroked her cock. "Just like the real thing, ain't it, doll?" She masturbated the rubber dildo with quick jerks of her hand.
She looked grotesque-big tits, long blonde hair, hour-glass figure and a big, true-to-life cock jutting from her groin and gripped in her flying fist. The cock had a head and veins and everything. From this distance it looked as real to Sister Grace as Rex Meyer's cock had looked to her from the alley.
Sister Jocelyn released the dildo and strutted across the room, the rubber cock wagging just like a real cock. She grabbed a pillow and tried to stuff it under Sister Grace's ass so as to raise the younger nun's loins.
"Well, lift your ass, for christsake!" Sister Jocelyn slid the pillow under. "There, we're all set." She climbed up on the bed and crawled between Sister Grace's legs.
Sister Grace was leaking cunt-juice on the pillow. She couldn't help herself. As much as she hated this entire perverted affair, she couldn't stop the heat in her cunt, couldn't stop her cunt from leaking. She stared up at the big nun and saw the huge wobbling tits, the rubber cock standing out from the nun's blonde groin, and she felt like laughing, felt like crying, felt like vomiting.
"Want it, doncha?" Sister Jocelyn said in her sluttish tone. "Wanna get fucked, doncha? Well, doncha?" She reached down and gripped Sister Grace's black pussy-hairs, yanking on them viciously. "Doncha, bitch?"
Sister Grace was helpless, utterly helpless. She could do nothing, spread-eagled, her loins thrust upward from the pillow under her ass. All she could move was her head and her numb fingers and toes.
Sister Jocelyn chewed Sister Grace's lips and nipped Sister Grace's nose with sharp teeth. All the while she was biting, Sister Jocelyn writhed on top of Sister Grace's nude body, rotating her loins and grinding the head of the rubber cock against Sister Grace's steaming pussy. The cockhead was so large, so blunt, that it took a while before it found Sister Grace's pussy-hole and began to stretch it open.
Sister Grace gasped at the big dildo began to slide into her body. It was completely dry and had her pussy not been so slick with cunt-juice, the dildo would have torn the tender flesh between her cunt lips. As the head disappeared inside her, Sister Grace gasped again, arching upward. She wanted it, wanted to get fucked by the big rubber cock, but at the same time she didn't want it, felt perverted and degraded and abused. This wasn't a male fucking her, this was a woman, and not only a woman, but a nun-a mother superior! It was beyond all decency.
Sister Jocelyn screwed the dildo halfway in. "Ya love it, doncha? Doncha?"
Sister Grace turned her head to the side, biting her own lip. I hate you she thought-hate you! Her stretched cunt throbbed.
"Oh, getting smart on me again, huh? Well, fuck you!" Sister Jocelyn fucked the dildo all the way into Sister Grace's cunt, grunting as she did so.
Sister Grace arched up, gasping, tense as a bow. A flame shot through her loins and she felt hot tingles flood her ass-hole and cunt. She did love it. Oh, God, how she did love it! And because she loved it so much, she hated Sister Jocelyn that much more, hated the mother superior because Sister Jocelyn was showing her just how much of a slut she really was. She was enjoying the feel of Sister Jocelyn's smooth female flesh against her own female flesh, loved the feel of Sister Jocelyn's spongy tits on her own spongy cones of tit-flesh. It was so fucking perverted she wanted to scream-and yet, she loved it, loved the perversion and her conflicting feelings and the lustful feelings flooding her cunt.
Sister Jocelyn fucked the dildo in and out, rammed it in and hauled it back out, eight inches at a stroke. Sister Grace's cunt itched, tingled, ached, throbbed, burned. It clutched at the plunging dildo automatically, like some kind of machine. Within moments the dildo was making rhythmic squishing noises inside Sister Grace's pussy due to the slimy juiciness of Sister Grace's seething cunthole.
"Kiss me," Sister Jocelyn said. "Turn your head back here and kiss me, you little bitch." She humped up and down, smacking her sweaty belly against Sister Grace's abdomen, stuffing the dildo up Sister Grace's cunt again and again and again.
Sister Grace reluctantly but expectantly turned her head. She'd never kissed another female before but now their mouths met, Sister Jocelyn's full, lust-swollen lips closing over Sister Grace's lips. Sister Jocelyn's fat wet tongue slid into Sister Grace's mouth, across her tongue and down into her throat. Their teeth clicked together, sending electrical sensations through Sister Grace's gums.
"Fuck you, you little bitch slut!" Sister
Jocelyn muttered, her loins whacking up and down, her dildo plunging faster and harder in Sister Grace's seething cunt. Her hot nipples seemed to quiver like hot spikes against Sister Grace's nipples, thrilling Sister Grace's tit-flesh and sending itchy pulsations through Sister Grace's nipples and straight down into her cunt.
Sister Grace gasped, jerking her loins up and down to meet the humping loins and thrusting dildo of the older nun. She couldn't help herself. She felt too good. All her inhibitions had beem smashed to hell by her lust. She strained against her restraints, mad to wrap her arms and legs around Sister Jocelyn's writhing body, to clutch the humping nun against herself, to draw the dildo into herself deeper, harder.
But she couldn't. She was spread out, arched up at the middle, completely helpless and at the mercy of the mother superior. Her cunt burned with lust, clutching frantically at the plunging dildo. She hadn't been fucked in years, hadn't been fucked so wonderfully hard since her father had done it to her on that last afternoon of his life.
"Come, you bastard!" Sister Jocelyn panted, sweat beaded on her forehead, her lungs heaving from the exertion of her furious fucking. "Spasm! Feel it good, feel it all the way!" She screwed the dildo in and out, in and out, in and out.
Sister Grace's eyes rolled back into her head. She felt like shitting and pissing, felt like screaming and cursing, wanted more than anything to bury her fingernails and toenails in Sister Jocelyn's back and ass-cheeks. She arched up so high that she lifted Sister Jocelyn six inches along with her.
"Ohhhhh, Goddddd!" Sister Grace thought she was going to go out of her mind from the sensations gnawing through her clutching cunt. She ground her pelvis against Sister Jocelyn's loins, screwing her cunt madly around the plunging rubber cock.
"Yeahhhh!" Sister Jocelyn breathed. "Beautiful! Feeling it, ain'tcha, ain'tcha?" She plunged the cock all the way in, then ripped it all the way out.
Sister Grace whined, her empty pussy contracting furiously, her clit so hot and hard she was sure it was going to split down the middle. "God, shove it in! Shove it in! Oh, goddamn it, fuck me, fuck meeee!"
Sister Jocelyn yanked the rubber cock out of its belt harness and stuffed it down Sister Grace's throat. It was so drenched with pussy-slime that Sister Grace gagged on the taste as much as on the huge sex-toy itself. While Sister Grace jerked up and down, close to pain because nothing was filling her cunt and she couldn't even squeeze her legs together, Sister
Jocelyn fucked the entire dildo in and out of Sister Grace's mouth and throat, nearly choking her to death.
"Enjoying yourself, cock-lover?" Sister Jocelyn wrenched Sister Grace's right tit, clawed into the nipple until Sister Grace nearly passed out in agony. "Bitch cock-sucker, bitch cock-sucking cunt!" Sister Jocelyn jerked the dildo out of Sister Grace's throat at the same time that Sister Grace's orgasm subsided.
Sister Grace went slack, spit leaking out of her mouth, cunt-juice running like paste out of her cunt. Her lungs heaved, her tits rising and falling rapidly. She was so grateful to still be alive that she closed her eyes and cooed silently. She was aware that Sister Jocelyn had climbed off the bed, but she refused to open her eyes to see what the depraved mother superior was up to now. She needed to relax, to try to forget where she was and what was happening.
Only a few moments later, Sister Jocelyn was back.
"Lift up, bitch!"
Sister Grace opened her eyes to see the big nun with some kind of leather contraption, and as she raised her loins in response to Sister Jocelyn's order, she realized that it was some kind of girdle constructed of leather straps. The mother superior strapped the girdle around Sister Grace's waist, then brought a thick leather strap down between Sister Grace's legs from behind.
"You're gonna love this, bitch," Sister Jocelyn said.
She held up a smooth, white-plastic cylinder which was tapered at one end like a cockhead. The cylinder was about nine inches long and as big around as the dildo Sister Jocelyn had just used. Smirking, Sister Jocelyn rammed the plastic tube up Sister Grace's cunt.
Sister Grace grunted from the suddenness of the entry, but the cylinder was so smooth that it really didn't hurt her stretched-out cunthole.
Sister Jocelyn fitted the free end of the tube into a hole in the crotch-strap to the front of the girdle-belt. Sister Grace now had a belt around her waist, a strap around her crotch, and a huge plastic cylinder stuffed in her cunt and held inside her by the crotch-strap. Sister Jocelyn twisted on the exposed end of the plastic tube, and suddenly a buzzing sound started and Sister Grace's cunt flooded with tingling vibrations.
Sister Grace couldn't help but moan. The sensation was incredible. She'd never had a vibrator up her cunt before. Her cunt started clutching at the vibrator as if it were a cock, and Sister Grace knew she wouldn't be long in spasming again.
"Like it?" Sister Jocelyn continued smirking. "Good. Let's see if you still like it in the morning, though. Those are brand new batteries and they oughta last most of the night. Let's see how you feel about five tomorrow morning." She walked to the door. "I'll be sleeping in your bed tonight. You're gonna miss supper, but that's 'cause you've been a bad girl." She left the room, slamming the door behind her.
Sister Grace didn't have time to fret over her situation. The vibrating plastic cylinder in her cunt was sending delicious feelings through her loins and up and down her legs and spine. Her cunt got tighter and tighter, contracting rhythmically around the vibrator and making its buzzing pulsate. She was going to come, and she was going to come quick. She began to hump her loins. She felt the pussyjuice leak out of her around the stub of the vibrator. The feelings started in the pit of her cunt and spread through her crotch and loins and ass-hole. She cried out, spasming intensely, her pussy clutching so hard that the vibrator groaned, straining against the fierce gripping of her cuntal muscles.
"Oh, God!" she gasped as her orgasm petered out. The muscles of her loins ached from all the orgasms she'd been having. She wondered how many more orgasms she could have. Would she have one orgasm after another until the batteries of the vibrator wore down and it finally went dead? No, she tried to argue, that couldn't happen. After a while her pussy would just stop responding.
A few minutes later, however, on the verge of yet another orgasm, Sister Grace realized her plight. Her pussy was not going to stop responding. She would go on having orgasms until either she or the vibrator died. She cried out in pleasure and hopelessness as another orgasm ripped through her fired loins.
"Ohhhhhh, my God!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
Rex was later than usual in getting home. After he'd parked his truck in the municipal lot, he'd had trouble getting his beat-up old Ford van started, and then he'd stopped in another bar along the way home for a few more beers.
Damn, he brooded. The world's going to hell. The lump on his head still throbbed and his fucking van was falling apart. And besides that, he still had a fierce need in his loins. He'd fucked the shit out of that dizzy blonde, but that really hadn't satisfied him, because what he really wanted was that bitch nun with the dark eyes. And damn that big Jocelyn bastard too! If he ever got that Amazon out somewhere alone, he was going to fuck her to death.
He swung his van into the driveway alongside Peter's red Corvette. Rich Peter and his rich parents. Some guys had all the luck. Some guys didn't even have to work for a living. Damn, that Peter! Big basketball star just because he was naturally tall and had had his rich daddy coaching him since he was knee-high.
Rex had hoped that Peter would have finished up working out by now and would have gone home. Rex didn't feel like working out after his grueling day, but he knew Peter would taunt him now until he did.
In the garage he changed into his jockstrap and gym trunks, leaving the rest of his clothes in a heap on the workbench. He was relieved to see that his parents' car was gone, which meant that the old lady and old man were out drinking or eating or whatever else they did. The less he saw of them the better.
The old lady was such a prissy bitch. If she ever found out what was going on between the old man and her dear little daughter-that the old man had been fucking the little bitch silly no for years-she'd-likely die of a stroke on the spot. There were times when Rex was tempted to arrange for the old nag to find out. Christ, they'd hear the explosion halfway around the world!
Nobody was in the kitchen and Rex couldn't hear a sound in the house except for the far-off sounds of somebody humming or something. These sounds were coming from the basement and when he opened the basement door, he heard the noises more distinctly. Grumbling or grunting in low tones. Humming or squealing in high tones. It took him about two-hundredths of a second to figure out what was going on.
Peter was down there fucking Savanna!
Rex tip-toed down the steps, his cock swelling hugely in his jock. Damn little bitch, he thought. Probably went down there without a stitch on and shoved her smelly little ass in Pete's face while he was doing a bench press or something. Why in the fuck didn't she hang around the park or something? Why didn't she hang around someplace where the hard-cocked freshmen or junior-high punks hung out? They were always looking for any easy piece or of ass. They'd gang-bang her if she wanted it. Damn little bitch-always butting in where she shouldn't be.
Rex stood at the bottom of the steps, looking across the basement toward the workout in area with its benches and barbells. The only light on in the basement was the bare light bulb that hung directly over the bench-press bench, and the light glared down on the two coupled teenagers.
Savanna lay face-down on the bench, her chin resting on the red vinyl, her arms and legs hanging off both sides of the bench, her sexy ass turned up, her juicy cunt being fucked by long strokes of Peter's eight-incher. Peter, straddling the bench, his hands planted on the bench beyond Savanna's face for support, plunged his cock violently in and out of Savanna's cunt. The big prick gleamed with her slick juices and made squishing noises inside her as it sliced in and out.
The fucking couple moaned in unison, panting. Peter dripped sweat on Savanna's creamy-smooth body. Savanna squirmed on the bench, gibbering to herself.
Rex pulled off his trunks and jock in about two seconds. His heavy prick wagged from side to side as he strode across the room. He was just about to grab Peter's ass so he could get his buddy off the bitch and fuck her himself when Peter arched back and shuddered.
"Fuck," Peter grunted. "I'm coming, oh fuck!"
His long body undulated, its muscles standing out and shiny with a sheen of sweat. As he fucked his cum into the gibbering girl, he grunted repeatedly, his ass jerking in rhythm, shudders passing through his muscular flanks and legs.
Peter's humping slowed as he squeezed the last of his slick fuck-cream into the young girl. His eyes were closed and his body was starting to go slack.
"Keep moving, Peter," Savanna moaned, writhing against the bench. "I wanna come too. Oh, please, Peter, keep moving!"
Rex slapped Peter's ass and Peter jerked back in surprise, his cock slipping out of Savanna's crotch.
"Jesus Christ!" Peter said when he saw Rex. "Scared the fucking shit outa me!"
"Bastard," Rex said. "Get outa the way and let me on that bitch." He gave Peter a push and moved the tall boy aside.
Savanna, looking over her shoulder in stunned silence, leered at the sight of Rex and his rampant prick. Then she wiggled her ass and licked her lips. "Fuck me, Big Brother. Make me come."
"Shut up, slut!" Rex spit at her and managed to catch the tip of her pug nose with a juicy gob as she turned her head back front.
"Pig!" Savanna muttered.
Rex chuckled. "You're the pig, bitch baby, and I'm gonna stick ya." He braced his grubby hands on the girl's back and half-squatted so he could ram his jerking cock up her cum-filled cunt. She was so juicy inside that his cock slid right into her. She was loose, too. Peter must have really fucked her, really reamed her out.
Savanna squirmed, impaled on Rex's prick. "Oooooh, do it, do it!"
Rex hauled back and fucked her, hauled back and fucked her again, getting his entire cock greased with pussyjuice and Peter's slick cum. The bitch was boiling inside and her fluffy cuntal walls fluttered and undulated around Rex's plunging prick.
"Ohhhhh, Rex, ohhh Goddd!" The bitch humped her loins at the bench, screwed her cum-leaking cunt on her brother's nine-inch prick. "Fuck me, Rex, make me come, make me come!"
Rex wanted to let loose and go all the way. It would feel so good to just let his loins go and fuck the shit out of Savanna's juicy cunt until he shot his cum inside her and grunted with that fantastic pleasure. But he had other things in mind. He gritted his teeth and yanked his cock all the way out of the squirming little bitch. Warm cum and pussyjuice flew in all directions, flicked off his dripping, jerking cock.
"Ohhhh, Rex, I almost was there, I almost came. Put it back in, Rex, oh please!"
"I'll put it back in," Rex said. "I'll put it back in, all right. You're gonna love this."
"Quick, Rex, oh quick!" The bitch squirmed so much that Rex had to slam her across the ass to get her to slow down. The girl whimpered and whined.
Rex twisted his dripping cock between her ass-cheeks, grinding his enormous cockhead against her tight asspucker.
Savanna tensed. "Rex, no! You know I can't stand that. You'll hurt me. Oh please, Rex, don't!"
Rex laughed, working his huge cock into his sister's clenching ass-hole. "Shut up, bugger-girl. You don't complain half so much when the old man sticks ya up the ass-hole."
The pinned slut bit her right fist. "Please, oh please!" She clutched Rex's twisting cock with her ass-cheeks.
Rex loved it, loved her fighting him, loved how tight her ass-hole was. Had his cock not been greasy with cunt-juice and jism, he might not have been able to shove his cock up his sister's ass-hole without tearing her up, but the juices on his prick made it as slippery as a cock greased with baby oil. Once he got the head inside her the rest of his cock slid into her without much trouble.
Rex watched his gleaming prick disappear up his kid-sister's super-tight shithole. He let himself down on her, reveling in the feeling of being buried completely inside her, loving the feeling of her hot little naked body pinned under his own muscular bulk. He could feel a pulse beat inside her incredibly tight, hard-gripping ass-hole.
Savanna let out rapid and abrupt panting noises. She held herself stiff. "Take it out, Rex," she mumbled painfully. "Please, Rex, I'll do anything you want, just take it out."
"Sure," Rex said, easing his cock out until only its bulbous head remained inside her. "How's that?"
"Better," Savanna gasped. "But take it all the way out."
"Sure," Rex said. "Here goes." He rammed his cock into her so hard that the bench underneath them screeched six inches along the concrete floor.
Savanna screamed, and Rex's cock felt marvelous, shot through with flaming spears, as hard as marble, invincible. He hauled back and plowed her ass-hole again.
Her cries were like an electrical prod on Rex's own ass. Crushing his kid-sister underneath him, he rammed into her again and again, blasting her ass-hole with his cock.
"Fuck you, bitch, fuck your smelly little ass-hole! Ahhh, yeahhh, oh fuck!"
He humped up and down, grinding his cum-slick cock in and out of his sister's hard-gripping ass-hole. His body took on a sheen of sweat. Sweat dripped off his forehead and onto Savanna's upper back. Grinding down into her mercilessly, he closed his mouth over the tender flesh where her neck met her shoulder and sank his teeth into her.
Savanna shivered, her velvety skin becoming prickly with goose bumps under Rex's chest. The girl turned her head to the side, spit leaking out of her mouth as she gnawed now at her left fist. She made blubbering, whimpering sounds.
Rex gnawed on her neck, knowing that if he chewed much harder he'd have a mouthful of blood and torn flesh. He jammed his hands down under her chest and caught her firm little girl-tits. He wrenched on the hard, rubbery nipples, crushing them in his rough fingers.
Savanna howled, her entire body stiffening, her ass-hole contracting furiously around Rex's slicing prick. "Goddamn it, Rex, owieeeee! Stop, oh Godddd!"
The pleasure surged through Rex's loins, spurring him on. He drove his prick faster and harder up his sister's hard-clutching ass-hole. He fucked her to the pit of her red-hot bowels, plowed his cock mercilessly between the girl's ass-cheeks. The pleasure was fantastic, and the better he felt, the harder he fucked. He was going to fuck the teeny-bopping bitch to death.
Savanna was suddenly squirming, suddenly in moaning as if she were getting screwed up the cunt. She wiggled her ass around Rex's plunging cock, and Rex couldn't take it. He plowed into his sister, knowing that he'd already passed the point of no return. He was going to cream her. His cum was already uncoiling in his enormously swollen nuts.
Savanna whined, her ass-hole suddenly contracting furiously. Goddamn if the bitch wasn't coming! Her petite, teenaged body shuddered, shivered and vibrated. She was spasming from getting fucked up the ass-hole like some bitch whore!
"Eeeeeeh!" she whined. "Oooooh!"
"Goddamn you!" Rex growled. "You fucking-" The cum shot through his piss tube like molten lava. His cock flexed and vibrated with ecstatic spasms. "Jesus Christ, fuck!" He crushed down on his gibbering sister, pumping his hot cum into her spasming ass-hole. The hot sensations curled his toes, tingled the tip of his spine.
"Shoot it into me!" Savanna gasped. "Cream me good! Oh, wow!" Her loins twitched. She writhed under her humping brother.
"You goddamn whore!" Rex growled, dumping his load of cum into her. "You cock-sucking bitch slut! Ohhhh, Christ!" It felt as if his guts were being sucked out of him by Savanna's gripping ass-hole.
At last he fell exhausted against her, his prick throbbing inside her with the aftershocks of his orgasm. She contracted her ass-hole around his cock as if trying to communicate with him. Rex didn't like that, didn't like his kid-sister's sissy games, didn't like that she had come. What a slut! He yanked his cock out of her, hoping he'd pull out half her insides with it.
The girl gasped, her buggered ass-hole gaping wide open for several seconds before closing up. During those seconds, Rex could see that she was pink inside her ass-hole-just as pink as inside her cunt.
Rex slammed her across the ass, knocking her off the bench and onto the concrete floor. "Get the fuck outa here, bitch!"
Savanna rubbed her skinned elbow, glaring up at Rex. "You hurt me!"
Rex smirked. "Good! Now get the fuck outa this basement before I make you lick your shithole juice off my cock!"
Savanna stumbled to her feet and toward the stairs. She turned back as if to say something, then apparently changed her mind. Despite the dimness of the stairway, Rex could see trickles of gum glistening on the girl's smooth white inner thighs, cum that had leaked out of her ass-hole and cunt. He and Peter had fucked her good.
Rex turned to Peter, who was reclining on the inclined bench slowing masturbating his cock. "Bastard! Why the fuck did you let that bitch down here?"
Peter grinned. "Who could stop her? She waltzes down here and hauls off my jock and plugs my cock in her cunt before I even know what's happening. Can I help it if you got a whore for a sister? And where the fuck you been, anyway? I had to work out alone."
"Some workout!" Rex said.
Then he sat down on the bench and told Peter the whole story about how he'd worked like a dog to get done early so he could take the bitch nun up in the hills, and about all that had happened afterwards.
"We're gonna get both of 'em tomorrow," Rex said. "The dark-eyed bitch and that mother-fucking Amazon."
"Hey, man, what ya mean, we are?" Peter let go of his cock, which he'd slowly pulled on all through Rex's story.
"Just what I said." Rex's cock began to swell. "You wanted to ride in the truck, so now you're gonna get your chance. We'll pick up the truck early and drag them bitches up in the hills. After we're done with 'em, though, you're gonna have to help me collect. Make up for lost time."
"Why don't we just haul 'em up there with your van?" Peter asked. "Why do we have to take the fucking garbage limousine?"
" 'Cause I wanna take the truck," Rex said, hauling on his fully erect cock in anticipation of getting hold of the two nuns. "You use a garbage truck to haul garbage, doncha?"
CHAPTER NINE
Sister Grace sat at the breakfast table in what felt like a drunken daze. She hadn't felt like this except maybe once before-that time when the three farmboys got her drunk on homemade wine and taken her out in the woods and fucked their teenaged cocks raw in her insatiable young cunt. Afterwards, they had stumbled home through the woods, leaving her naked on a bed of colored autumn leaves with their cum running out of her cunt like paste. She'd lain there stretched out for a long time, feeling the same way she did on this morning-dizzy, weak, relaxed, dazed, and super-horny.
She hadn't had any wine to make her feel this way this morning. All she'd had was that dildo-vibrator up her cunt all night long, all she'd had was one orgasm after another all night long. And now she felt drunk, and her cunt wouldn't stop throbbing and leaking. She was wetting her bathrobe with cunt-juice as she sat here across the breakfast table from Sister Jocelyn, who was reading the morning paper and sipping coffee and paying Sister Grace no attention whatsoever.
Sister Grace had the weird feeling that she and Sister Jocelyn were a husband and wife who had just climbed out of bed after their morning fuck and were now relaxing at the breakfast table in their bathrobes. Sister Jocelyn was the husband who was contentedly sipping his coffee in silence after a satisfying fuck, and Sister Grace was the wife, dazed from the good fucking and still tingly all over.
It hadn't happened quite like that, of course. Sister Jocelyn had barged in the door early and had pulled the lifeless vibrator out of Sister Grace's cunt, then shoved it in her mouth and sucked off Sister Grace's pussyjuice. The vibrator had stopped humming, it's batteries finally going dead, shortly before
Sister Jocelyn had arrived, so Sister Grace's cunt was still steaming when Sister Jocelyn had suddenly plunged her face between Sister Grace's thighs to eat her out while mashing her own dripping crotch against Sister Grace's face.
They'd sixty-nined to grunting orgasms before Sister Jocelyn had untied Sister Grace and the two of them had come down to breakfast in their bathrobes, neither of them saying a word. Sister Grace realized how weird and different this scene was from what she was used to at the breakfast table, but she felt too weak and dazed to dwell on it. She munched her cornflakes and from time to time shimmied her juice-slick thighs together.
Strange, she mused, that the more times she came, the more she felt like coming. It had always been that way with her. The more she'd gotten fucked as a teenager, the more she'd craved getting fucked. The boys had called her a nympho, and now she realized that they'd been right-she was an insatiable slut.
She munched her cornflakes loudly, hoping the noise she was making with her mouth would drown out any noises that came from between her legs as she squeezed her legs together and worked her juicy cuntslabs against each other.
Sister Jocelyn glanced up from her newspaper. "Sister Grace-"
A bellowing roar vibrated the timbers of the convent.
"What in the name of God?" Sister Jocelyn said, slamming down her coffee cup and getting up from the table.
The roaring stopped and a dull throbbing vibration rattled the walls of the building. Sister Grace knew immediately that the vibrations were being caused by the idling of a truck motor out in the alley, and she knew without a doubt that the truck was Rex Meyer's garbage truck. She heard the back door of the convent open and she realized that Sister Jocelyn had left the kitchen and was marching outside to confront Rex. Her heart thudded and her stomach contracted with anxious twinges.
She sat there about a minute, straining her ears for sounds of the confrontation. She heard Sister Jocelyn begin to shout, but the mother's superior's words stopped abruptly. She heard what sounded like gruff cursing. The voice was deep, undoubtedly the voice of Rex. Then there was silence, silence except for the insistent throbbing of the truck engine.
The throbbing vibrations came up through her chair and tickled her ass. She clamped her legs together, wondering for a moment whether that vibrator wasn't still inside her. Her pussy throbbed in rhythm with the vibrations coming from outside. Her cunt lips tingled. It surely wasn't right, but she cared more about her itchy cunt than about what was going on outside. For a few moments she completely forgot that Sister Jocelyn was out there confronting Rex.
She got up finally and padded to the back door, tightening the belt of her bathrobe along the way. She was naked underneath the robe, and warm juice trickled down her inner thighs. Except for the itching and throbbing between her legs, she felt little else. She wondered if maybe all those orgasms she'd writhed through last night hadn't somehow short-circuited parts of her brain and nervous system. She pushed the back door open and stepped out into the pink light of dawn.
"There she is! Get her!"
Before Sister Grace had the chance to brace herself, the two teenaged boys were all over her. Rex clapped his hand over her mouth, loosening a few of her teeth. A tall boy, whom Sister Grace knew as one of her former students, but whose name she couldn't immediately recall, shoved a filthy yellowed jockstrap into her mouth as Rex released his hand, then tied a long tube-sock around her head to hold in the jockstrap.
Rex thrust his rough hand down into her robe and wrenched her tits until she thought she was going to pass out. When he pinched her nipples, the cunt-juice streamed out of her like hot piss. The other boy thrust his hand up under her robe and clawed at her cunt.
"Jesus Christ, she's juicier than your punk sister," the tall boy said.
"No way," Rex said, rubbing his hand up and down her belly. His grubby palms felt like sandpaper.
"Well, feel 'er, for christsake, if you don't believe me."
Rex shoved his hand down between Sister Grace's legs. "Shit! I don't believe it!"
"Let's fuck the shit out of her right here," the tall boy said, breathing heavily. "I can't wait, man."
"Come on," Rex said. "This ain't the place, man. It'll be safer and wilder out of town."
"Shit!" the tall boy said. He bent over suddenly and grabbed Sister Grace's legs while Rex grabbed her under the arms.
They hauled her to the truck then as if she were some kind of sack, and when they reached the truck, they dropped her into the rear garbage hopper on top of Sister Jocelyn. Sister Grace was grateful that Sister Jocelyn was already there to pad her fall.
Rex reached down and took hold of her wrists while the tall youth quickly bound them with rough twine. Then they bound her legs, and Sister Grace found herself bound and gagged and lying on top of a grunting, squirming Sister Jocelyn. Sister Grace found her face pillowed against one of Sister Jocelyn's hot naked tits and caught a glimpse of the glaring gray eyes of the fuming mother superior before everything went dark. The boys had covered the hopper with a large canvas or something.
Sister Grace breathed in the stench of garbage. In the perfect darkness she was aware more than ever of the foul smells and of the grinding vibrations of the truck engine. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the darkness. As the engine bellowed and the truck started to roll, she found herself bouncing against the iron walls of her prison, and she tried to roll herself up into a ball to protect her head. Beneath her, Sister Jocelyn was bucking like a fish out of water.
The ride lasted forever. When the truck finally stopped, Sister Grace was barely conscious. She'd knocked her head against steel more times than she could count, and the severe bouncing of the truck had knocked her insides loose and the wind out of her lungs. The canvas was suddenly torn off the hopper and the fierce light of the climbing sun poured into Sister Grace's eyes and she clenched them shut again.
"Let's get this garbage unloaded," Rex said.
The boys were merciless as they dragged the two nuns out of the hopper by the hair and flung them onto stony ground. Sister Grace was almost too senseless to know what was happening anymore, but as her robe was ripped off her and the jagged rocks cut into her soft flesh she started to whimper. It hurt. They were hurting her. They ripped Sister Jocelyn's robe off next.
The boys were both stark naked, having apparently undressed before uncovering the hopper, and their stood throbbing like menacing bludgeons. Fucklube dripped from the tip of Rex's huge cock and Sister Grace watched the big prick throb, salivating. Her cunt throbbed with a renewed heat. She began to tingle all over, her naked skin flushed.
Fuck me, she wanted to say. Do it to me. She squirmed on the cold rocky ground, her cunt leaking hot juice.
"Which one we gonna take care of first?" the tall boy asked, and Sister Grace recognized him at last as Peter Rivers. He'd been such a well-mannered and serious student in school! It was hard to believe what he was doing now.
"The big one," Rex said, stroking his dripping cock backhanded. "Once we take care of the big bastard we can enjoy ourselves on the hot little bitch. I always like to save the best for last."
Sister Grace lay panting on the ground, her cunt throbbing madly as she watched the two naked studs drag Sister Jocelyn back up on the hopper and throw her torso, face-forward, down into it. Sister Jocelyn groaned, only her legs and her big full ass hanging out of the hopper. The boys untied her ankles and spread her legs. Sister Grace could see up into the mother superior's gaping red cunt. It was just juicy enough despite the big nun's gagged protests.
Rex pinched Sister Jocelyn's ass, leaving purple grooves in the smooth assskin. Sister Jocelyn moaned, kicking out. Rex rammed his cock between her cuntslabs, gripped her hips and thrust forward. His huge dripping prick appeared to be sucked up into the juicy cunt. Sister Jocelyn's toes clawed at the stony ground as Rex screwed every thick bit of his cock into her. The muscular stud began to pound her.
"Rip off her gag so I can hear her squeal," Rex said, driving his cock in and out. He tossed his head from side to side, reveling in the sensations of his fucking. His yellow hair flopped this way and that.
"You bastard!" Sister Jocelyn snarled as the gag was torn off. Then she panted as if trying to catch her breath. "I'll kill you, you Godless demon, I swear it!"
Rex ground his cock into her, scoured her ass with his rock-hard abdomen. He fucked into her so hard that his knees cracked against the steel of the hopper. "I'll kill you!" he growled. "I'll fuck ya to death!" He let out a roaring bellow and rammed into her furiously, whacking her ass with his belly, fucking the juice out of her pussy until it ran down her legs like a creamy glue.
"Goddamn you!" Sister Jocelyn screamed, her shrieking voice echoing in the garbage hopper. "You filthy male! Oh, Mother Mary help me."
Rex gasped. "Jesus Christ!" He yanked his cock out of her. It dripped cunt-juice, throbbing wildly. "Your turn," he panted, stepping aside so Peter could take his place. "Fuck, damned near lost it."
Peter stepped up behind Sister Jocelyn immediately and buried his long cock up the mother superior's ravaged cunt. He arched back and let out a satisfied groan as his eight-inch prick disappeared inside the woman.
"Fuck the guts outa her," Rex said. "Fuck that mother good."
Peter gripped the nun's hips and began to bang her, slicing his long cock in and out like a gleaming sword. The muscles of his long back undulated and writhed as he fucked her.
Sister Jocelyn panted, gasped and moaned, banging her head from time to time against the steel walls of the hopper, pounding her fists, digging her toes frantically into the stony ground under her feet.
The boys had taken the two nuns to an abandoned quarry up in the hills outside of town. They were on the floor of the quarry and Sister Grace couldn't figure out how the truck had entered it. She had the impression they were on the floor of a deep, yellow-walled canyon with no means of escape.
Rex stepped over Sister Grace and twisted his big toe into her cunt. Sister Grace saw stars for a moment as the itchy feelings swirled through her pussy. The hot juice dribbled out of her.
"Christ, you're the juiciest bitch I've ever seen!"
Rex bent over and yanked the sweat sock off Sister Grace's head. He then pulled the wadded jockstrap out of her mouth. He straightened back up and worked a few more of his horny-nailed toes into her juicy cunt.
"Yeah, juiciest bitch I ever seen. Gonna enjoy grinding my prick in that slime-hole of yours."
Do it, Sister Grace thought. Do it now. But she held her tongue, knowing that it wouldn't pay to open her mouth. There was no telling what Rex might do. It was best to keep her mouth shut and to go along silently with whatever the young bull demanded.
Rex clawed at the tender meat of her cunt, driving Sister Grace to the verge of screaming. She bit the inside of her mouth. The combination of pleasure and pain was nearly unbearable.
"Lick them toes," Rex said, having pulled his foot out from between Sister Grace's cunt-slabs and jamming his juice-dripping toes at her mouth. "Lick between 'em. Lick off the juice. Then suck on em." He stuffed her mouth with his toes, cutting her upper lip with his toenails.
Sister Grace tasted blood and cunt juice and sweaty toes. She darted her tongue between the big digits, cleaning off the cunt slime and sweat. Then she sucked on the toes, trying not to breathe so she wouldn't gag.
"Shit, feels damn good," Rex said, wriggling his toes in her mouth. His cock flexed up and down to the rhythm of her toe-sucking. Hot male fuck-lube fell on her face like gobs of hot wax.
Sister Jocelyn shrieked as Peter pawed her cunt. She panted as if she'd just finished racing the quarter mile.
"Jesus Christ, she's coming!" Peter muttered. "Holy fucking shit, man, her cunt's gonna rip my cock right out. Oh, fuck!"
Sister Jocelyn grunted, her legs shivering as the spasms shook her loins. "Oh my!" she gasped. "Oh my God!"
"The fucking bitch!" Rex growled.
He grabbed Peter's ass and flung Peter aside, yanking Peter's cock out of the mother superior's clutching cunt. Then he reached down into the hopper and ripped Sister Jocelyn up out of it by the hair, dropping her on the ground in the middle of her orgasm.
The big nun wrapped her legs around each other and shimmied them together madly, her toes curled under, her face flushed and contorted from the sensations flooding her body.
Rex squatted over her and sat on her face, rubbing his sweaty asscrack against her nose and mouth. "Eat it, bitch, lick it! Clean out my ass-hole or I'll crush your fucking head."
Blubbering, her legs still vibrating with the last of her orgasm, the helpless woman ate Rex's ass, munched on it loudly.
"Get your tongue up in the ass-hole, bitch! Eat it out!" Rex ground his asscrack down over the helpless nun's face. "Yeah, slide it all the way in. Tongue-fuck my ass, you shit-eating slut!"
Peter hunkered down and untied Sister Grace's ankles. He rolled her onto her back and told her to spread her legs wide. He leaned close and studied her steaming cunt, jerking himself off slowly.
Sister Jocelyn began to choke. Rex gave her some air by lifting up his ass, then settled his hairy balls on her mouth and ordered her to lick them clean. She licked all over the big nuts and all around them, cleaning up the young stud's crotch. Rex stuffed his nine-inch cock into her mouth, then rammed it down her throat.
The spit bubbled out of Sister Grace's mouth, running down her cheeks and neck like cunt-juice running out of a cunt and down legs. The nun choked on Rex's thick and super-long cock, gagged as the big cock pumped in and out of her throat. Her lips were stretched so wide around the veined cock that they looked as if they would tear.
"Eat that cock!" Rex moaned, fucking the nun's throat, wiggling his ass and grinding his cock in and out of her flushed face. "Oh, fuck, it feels so good! Jesus Christ!" He pulled his cock out and gripped it by the base of the shaft. "Man, almost lost it." The fuck-lube bubbled out of his cock and dripped all over Sister Jocelyn's face.
The big nun panted. Sister Grace had never seen Sister Jocelyn look so helpless, had never heard her so quiet. It was as if the ruthless young studs had fucked all the fight out of her, all the strength.
Rex slid down until he was sitting on Sister Jocelyn's abdomen. He grabbed her big tits, clawing them, pinching them, yanking on the nipples as if he were going to pull them off.
"Goddamn you!" Sister Jocelyn whined, writhing against the sharp rocks underneath her. "You fucking devil!"
Rex slapped her across the face, then backhanded her across the face again. "Get the fish-line," he snapped at Peter. "Now!"
Peter ran to the cab of the truck and was back in seconds with a spool of fishing line and some scissors. He cut off about three feet of line and handed it to Rex.
Rex slid down and forced Sister Jocelyn's legs apart. "Pugh, smells like fish around here," he said, wrinkling his nose while he made a loop at one end of the line.
Peter squatted next to him and held apart Sister Jocelyn's cuntslabs by the blonde fur. Forcing the skin back off Sister Jocelyn's clit with his left hand and making the purple pleasure-bud stand out like the tip of a little finger, Rex lassoed the straining clit with the loop of fishing line and pulled the loop tight. He then tugged on the line, stretching Sister Jocelyn's clit. Peter released the cuntslabs.
"Caught me a fish," Rex said, yanking on the line as Sister Jocelyn writhed, her eyes rolling. Then he stood up and pulled hard on the line.
"Please stop!" Sister Jocelyn whimpered. "Oh God, please!" She bucked her loins up and down each time Rex yanked on the fishing line.
Rex chuckled. "Look at that bitch move like it, bitch, huh, like it?" He jerked rapidly on the fishing line, making Sister Jocelyn flop around on the ground like a fish out of water, the tears bubbling out of her eyes and washing over her contorted features.
"Should I yank her fucking clit right off?" Rex said to Peter. "I've about stretched it an inch already."
Peter shrugged, pumping on his cock, his fuck-lube plopping onto the dusty stone.
Sister Jocelyn's eyes rolled back, her toes clutching at the stone. Peter reached down and twisted on her purple nipples, and suddenly she was shuddering again, spastic vibrations gripping her cunt and highly arched body.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Rex said. "She's fucking coming again. Clit's jerking on the line like some goddamned nibbling minnow." He jerked sharply and rapidly on the line, causing Sister Jocelyn to screech. Juice dripped out of the spasming nun's cunt and pelted the ground underneath her raised ass.
Sister Grace couldn't stand watching this anymore. She thrust her bound hands between her legs and clawed at her raging cunt.
CHAPTER TEN
"Hey, stop that!" Rex let go of the fishing line and let Sister Jocelyn crash to the ground and writhe with the last of her orgasm. He hooked his foot under Sister Grace's hands and kicked them out from between her legs. "Bitch slut! like some kind of fucking mink, that's what you are!"
Sister Grace gazed up at the muscular bull, her entire body flushed with a tingly heat. Her cunt throbbed fiercely, and she felt like tying her legs in a knot in order to crush out the itch and fire between her thighs. Fuck me, she cried silently, spreading her legs as wide as she could and offering herself to the stud. She blubbered and gibbered as if she'd lost her mind.
Rex fell on her, his stone-like body nearly crushing her to death. He rammed his cock up her cunt in one savage thrust, filling her completely with his red-hot cylinder of prickmeat. He began to fuck her wildly, his hipbones cracking against her hipbones, his steel-hard prick fucking the guts out of her.
Sister Grace's legs wound around his heaving body, her toes clawing at his flexing ass-cheeks. She clawed at his back, arched up to meet his cock-thrusts, rolled her head madly from side to side. Her nipples felt like red-hot spikes, and she rubbed them against the youth's rock-like pectorals. When Rex sank his teeth into her neck she screamed.
"Fuck youuuu!" Rex growled, gnawing her neck, fucking her so fast and hard that she couldn't tell when he was thrusting in and when he was pulling out.
She panted, whined, writhed under the rutting youth, her hips bucking up and down as if they were powered by a motor. It felt as if Rex's cock were as big as an arm, felt as if he were fucking her so far up into her guts that his prick would pop out of her mouth at any moment. The sliding friction sent pricklinghot tingles down her legs and into the tips of her clutching toes. Her loins became a mass of throbbing heat and pure pleasure.
"Fuck meeee!" she whined, twisting her head, her throat gripped by Rex's gnawing teeth. "Ohhh, Godddd!"
"Bitch slut, bitch niink!" Rex humped so fast that Sister Grace's insides felt as if they were melting. His cock flexed and quivered inside her, ten times as alive as that vibrator she'd had plugged up her cunt all last night.
Sister Grace arched up, churning her loins, her cunt contracting spontaneously around Rex's plunging cock. Their bellies smacked together, their common sweat making them slide together as if they'd been bathed in hot oil. She sank her toenails and fingernails into the stud's flesh as the pulsations of orgasm began to well up from the pit of her cunt.
"Eeeeeeeeh, Rexxxxx, ohhhhh!" It felt so good she thought she was going to die. She twisted her head madly, wishing Rex would tear flesh out of her neck with his slicing white teeth. "Fuck meee, fuck meeee, ohhhh, ohhhhh!"
Rex's cock flexed so hard that it lifted her loins off the ground. The grunting youth rubbed his body against her as if he wanted to mash her into the ground. He got his hands under her upper back and clutched savagely, his entire body shivering, his cock vibrating and spurting inside her.
"Uhhhhhh!" he cried, snapping his head back. "Uhh, uhh, awwwwww!" His sizzling cum gushed into her in rhythmic torrents. His cock was a live snake inside her, spitting an endless stream of fire.
Sister Grace clung to her stallion, wishing she could die like this. It had been so long since she'd felt a cock spasming inside her, so long since she'd felt those wonderful hot spurts pumping into her loins.
"Yes!" she muttered. "Yes, yes, yessss!" Fuck me, she thought, fuck me forever, fill me forever. Ohhh, yes!
Rex let out one final grunt and ripped his jizz-dripping cock out of Sister Grace. He got wobblingly to his feet. "Your turn," he said to Peter. "How'd'ya want her?"
"On her hands and knees," Peter said. "Like a dog."
"You heard 'em," Rex growled. "Show'em your ass, bitch!"
Sister Grace hardly had enough strength to move, but she forced herself to comply with the stud's command. In fact, she rather enjoyed the struggle as she got up on her hands and knees and presented her ass to Peter. The rocks cut painfully into her palms and knees, but she enjoyed the pain. Her legs were a sticky mess and she rubbed them together, reveling in the squishing noises and the filthy sensations.
"What a mess!" Peter said. "Shit!" He got down behind Sister Grace and rubbed the throbbing head of his cock up and down her slippery cuntslit. "Juicy fucking bitch!" He got his prick-knob between her cuntslabs and screwed his jerking prick up into her cunt.
Sister Grace arched her back and turned up her ass. She felt like a young girl again, a young farm girl turning her ass up for the manure-smelling farm boys. As Peter's cock sliced in and out of her cunt, she wiggled her ass, rotating her cunt around the bone-hard prick.
"Ahhh, what a juicy bitch cunt!" Peter sighed. "Oh, fuck, there ain't nothing feels better."
"Except maybe a juicy bitch ass-hole," Rex said. He was squatting over Sister Jocelyn and holding her head up by the hair. The delirious-looking mother superior was licking the cum and cunt-slime off his cock and balls.
"Yeah," Peter said as he pulled his cock out. "I'm gonna do ta this bitch what you did ta that bitch sister of yours yesterday." He started to rub his wet cock up and down Sister Grace's asscrack, lubricating the hot ass furrow with cunt-slime and Rex's slick cum.
Sister Grace wiggled her ass, her ass-hole sizzling. Despite the twinges of orgasm she was still feeling, she was horny again. She hadn't been fucked up the ass-hole more than a few times in her life. Her dad had done it a few times to her, and a few of the more daring farm boys had fucked her ass. She remembered how it had hurt at first, then how it had felt sensational. As Peter started grinding his hot prick against her asspucker, Sister Grace tried to relax, wiggling her ass and helping the grunting youth fuck his hot prick up into her.
The cock slid into her easily, greased as it was with pussyjuice and Rex's cum. Sister Grace arched back, gasping, her ass-hole filled deliciously with hardness and heat and throbbing sensations.
"Ohhh, yesss!" she moaned. "Ohhh, Goddd, yessss!" She bucked her ass, screwed it around and around Peter's sliding prick. She saw stars and thought she was going to pass out from the intensity of the fuck sensations.
"Jesus Christ!" Peter muttered, gripping her around the waist and jerking her ass back and forth on his plunging prick. "Fucking mink! Jesus Christ, look at her!"
"Ohhh, shit!" Rex said. "Fuck ass!" He yanked Sister Jocelyn up by her blonde hair until he'd positioned her on her hands and knees, facing Sister Grace. Then he got down behind her and mounted her, ramming his cock up her cunt.
Sister Jocelyn's gray eyes rolled. "Lord, help me," she moaned. "Uh, oh!"
Rex pumped his cock in and out of her, jolting her, making her grunt and gasp. "Kiss the other bitch!" Rex ordered, slapping Sister Jocelyn's ass. "Kiss 'er, damn it!"
Sister Jocelyn mashed her drooling mouth to Sister Grace's mouth. Sister Grace thrilled to the touch, thrusting her tongue down Sister Jocelyn's throat. Sister Grace didn't care anymore that Sister Jocelyn was another woman-all she cared about was the pleasure that the kiss brought her. Sex-thrills filled Sister Grace's mouth and head, thrills that flowed straight to her loins and added to the heat of her fuck-thrills.
"Look at them bitch-dog nuns slobber over each other," Rex said, ripping his cock out of Sister Jocelyn's cunt. "Looks downright unnatural to me, downright perverted. Fucking perverts!"
He rammed his juice-dripping cockhead against Sister Jocelyn's asspucker, cranked his cock between the mother superior's sweaty ass-cheeks, ground his huge cock past the tight rings of her ass-hole entrance and up into her ass.
Rex let out a laughing growl, cranking his cock inside her ass-hole, digging his horny fingernails into her hips. "Bitch pig nuns! Fuck you both! Fuck the guts outa ya!"
"Yeahhh!" Peter breathed, grinding his cock in Sister Grace's ass-hole, slamming her upturned ass repeatedly with his rock-hard abdomen.
Sister Grace started biting Sister Jocelyn back, slicing her sharp front teeth into Sister Jocelyn's lust-swollen lips and tasting Sister Jocelyn's hot blood in addition to her own. Sister Jocelyn was muttering, blubbering, the snot running out of her nose and the tears out of her eyes. When Rex reached under and grabbed Sister Jocelyn's tits, yanking and clawing on her nipples, the mother superior shrieked, jerking frantically.
"Fuck 'em!" Rex muttered between clenched teeth, his nine-inch prick slicing repeatedly up the mother superior's virgin shit-hole. "Mmnn, fuck 'em!"
"Yeahh!" Peter sighed, buggering Sister Grace just as fiercely. "Mnn, baby!"
The faces of the two nuns banged together as their fuckers rammed them again and again and again. Sister Grace was stunned as her forehead cracked against Sister Jocelyn's. But, despite her dizziness and dazed condition, she never stopped feeling the unbearably intense sensations of Peter's cock raging in her ass-hole. She closed her eyes, concentrating on the itchy, hot, prickly, tightening feelings in her ass-hole and loins. Her cunt was leaking, the hot juice running down her inner thighs. Her cunt began to pulsate and a throbbing fire rushed through her loins. She was coming from getting ass-fucked!
"Ohhhhh!" Sister Grace groaned. "Eeee!" Her entire body was exploding with heat and fuck-sensations. Her toes clutched at the balls of her feet. Her nipples felt like red-hot, throbbing spikes.
"Jesus Christ!" Peter gasped. "Jesus fucking Christ! What a shitter! Oh, fuck!"
He collapsed on top of Sister Grace, his loins jerking spastically, his cock shuddering and flexing. He grunted like a boar and fucked his seething cum-load up Sister Grace's sucking ass-hole. The hot spurts felt like gushings of hot water from a hose as they splashed in the depths of Sister Grace's bowels.
Sister Jocelyn began to grunt, began to jerk again as she had already twice since they'd arrived here in the quarry.
"Jesus Christ, she's coming again!" Rex gasped. "Fucking vacuum-cleaner ass-hole! Shit!" He ripped his blood-gorged prick out of the spasming mother superior and knocked her aside.
Sister Jocelyn rolled on the ground, curling herself into a ball as she grunted out her orgasm, her bound hands thrust between her legs, her fingers clawing at her cunt and ass-hole.
Rex pumped on his greasy prick, grabbed Sister Grace by the hair, and rammed his vibrating cock between her lips. The head alone nearly filled her mouth, and it tasted like ass-hole and cunt and male fuck-lube and cum. He shoved his prick into the entrance of her throat at the very moment that his cock flexed and started to spurt. The boiling fuck-cream filled her throat and mouth, and Sister Grace choked, her head spinning, her body jerking.
"Take it!" Rex grunted. "Eat it! Oh, fuck!"
He fucked his cock between her lips, pumping his cum into her mouth. His cock felt as big as an arm in her mouth, and it spurted so fast and so much that Sister Grace couldn't possibly swallow all the youth's cum. As he continued to spurt, much of his cum bubbled out of Sister Grace's mouth and dripped to the dusty rock in thick white gobs. Rex hauled his cock out of her mouth and pumped out the rest of his cum on her face.
Peter pulled out of Sister Grace's ass and fell away, panting. Rex reached down and yanked up Sister Jocelyn by the hair.
"Lick my cream off that bitch's face," he ordered, jerking on Sister Jocelyn's hair until she started lapping the cum off Sister Grace's face.
The mother superior blubbered, appeared dazed and out of her mind. She moved like a zombie, muttering to herself, grunting when Rex prodded her or pulled her hair, obeying Rex's every order without hesitation. Her hot tongue lapped all over Sister Grace's face until every drop of cum had been cleaned off.
"Now suck the jizz outa that baby's ass-hole," Rex commanded. He dragged Sister Jocelyn by the hair until she was behind Sister Grace, then shoved her face between Sister Grace's ass-cheeks.
Sister Grace wiggled her ass, thrilled by Sister Jocelyn's rimming tongue. Her ass-hole was still loose from the reaming Peter's cock had given it, so Sister Jocelyn's tongue slipped inside it easily, licking out the edge-creases of the asspucker, probing down and licking deeper.
"Suck!" Rex ordered, and Sister Jocelyn obeyed, munching and slurping, vacuuming the cum out of Sister Grace's tingling ass-hole.
Sister Grace contracted her loins and squeezed the cum and assjuices down her ass-hole so Sister Jocelyn could more easily suck them out and swallow them. Sister Grace felt exhilarated, felt like laughing. What a slut she was being! What a filthy little farm girl!
She closed her eyes and imagined that she was back on the farm and that one of the neighboring boys was licking out her ass-hole, getting it ready for an assault by a half-dozen randy young cocks. She'd been a slut in those days, was still a slut today, would always be a slut-a filthy slut. And what made it more exciting now was that she was a nun. How much filthier could a woman get-to be a nun and an insatiable slut at the same time-to be a nun and to be rubbing your well-fucked ass in the mother superior's face-to be a nun and to be feeding your mother superior the cum of the boy who had only moments ago fucked your throbbing ass-hole!
Rex knocked sister Jocelyn away and forced her face-up on the rocky ground. "Sit on her face," he said to Sister Grace. "Sit on her face and piss in her mouth!"
Sister Grace shoved her hairy, dripping crotch down into the mother superior's open mouth and rubbed her cunt madly against the mother superior's lips. Her cunt throbbed and she was immediately on the verge of coming. When she started to piss, she almost squealed with satisfaction at Sister Jocelyn's choking. She looked up at Rex, unable to contain her broad grin.
The muscular stud shoved his half-hard cock into her mouth and started to piss. Sister Grace gagged at first, but managed to control her throat and swallow as Rex forced her to drink his steaming piss. She was sucking out the last of Rex's piss as an orgasm started in her cunt. Cuntjuice and piss gushed into Sister Jocelyn's mouth and Sister Grace bucked frantically, her entire body a mass of fuck-thrills. Sister Grace didn't know what else could happen to make her feel more filthy, more degraded, more perverse, more satisfied. Then Peter started pissing on her shoulders and upper back, and she knew. She was bathing in hot male piss, drinking hot male piss, pissing into her mother superior's mouth, gushing cunt-juice into her mother superior's mouth while the fuck-sensations wracked her naked writhing body.
A few minutes later Rex and Peter were throwing the battered and ravished bodies of herself and Sister Jocelyn back into the garbage hopper of the truck. like the mother superior, she was bound and gagged again, but she was enjoying the feeling, looking forward to the brutal ride back in this steel-walled cell.
"Let's dump this garbage back at the convent and get back to work," Rex said, and Sister Grace felt her wet cunt throbbing contentedly.
