The journey from youth into adulthood is never an easy one. The path to womanhood, especially, is difficult for most young girls. They find themselves plagued with emotions they cannot understand or control, and rising sexual needs may wreck their lives.
This is particularly true of young women who choose to isolate themselves from the realities of the world at large by dedicating their lives to God and Church. The severe deprivation of life in a convent is not for everyone and, in some extreme instances, may have exactly the opposite effect from that desired by the religious order. Some young women, despite their initial devotion, simply are not destined to be nuns.
Sister Mary Dominic is one such young nun. Having never known the touch of a man, she is suddenly deluged with feelings she cannot handle. Not only is she taught the pleasures that a man can bring her, but she learns that there are pleasures beyond imagining in breaking society's taboos.
DOGGED-OUT NUN-a story about a young nun who answers the call of her lust, not heeding the conventions of a prudish society and ignoring the demands of God and Church.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Sister Mary Dominic had never been fucked before coming to the convent. And now at this remote retreat fifty-five miles north of Los Angeles, the twenty-four-year-old nun sat alone in the barn, her rosary lying limply between the fingers of her right hand. She trembled and tried to control that small, concentrated spot of itching between her thighs.
Her cunt. There, she had thought of the word, had said it in her mind. Her hot, virgin cunt was growing so wet she could hardly endure sitting there alone and thinking of God. Her fingers tightened around the small black rosary beads as she noticed her hands were shaking with nervous lust.
Fucking. Men and women did that sort of thing all the time and thought nothing of it. But it was evil for someone like her, a nun, a woman who had renounced the pleasures of the flesh, to even think of a man's...private parts. Again the young sister shivered, the beads slipping from her fingers as she unconsciously began hiking the skirt above her knees. A man's...cock.
She began licking her lips, feeling her flesh begin to grow warm and tingly. It was happening again. Oh God, it was happening again! That dreadful chain of thought that led her to...to think about fucking with a man. She moved her hips back and forth over the straw, feeling the stubble biting pleasurably into her flesh. She had managed to work her black skirt up to her waist now, her fingers hooked around the waistband of her white cotton drawers. She would touch herself again, get rid of the dreadful feeling that had taken her mind from the altar. She rubbed her legs continually over the hay now, closing her eyes while pushing her panties down to her ankles.
Mother Superior would never know about this. Giggling a little hysterically, the young nun lay flat over the hay, moving her fingers over her flat belly. Oh, oh, that felt so good, so soothing. She rolled her hips up, bending her knees slightly, digging her heels into the soft straw under her flexing ass. And when she worked her fingers lower, Sister Mary Dominic let out a gasping sigh. She was touching that forbidden area once more, that hot spot between her white, shivering legs.
"Oh, sweet Jesus, oh God, it's happening again! Oh, Lord, please...please save me from this," the young nun whispered.
The nun felt her clit tighten and throb while a nice kind of hot pain surged through her cunt and belly. Moving her hands back down, she shuddered, spreading back the tight outer labia of her cunt then rubbing the hot flesh with her knuckles. A stinging hard spasm made her snap her knees together, rubbing them against one another while her ass-hole puckered from the power of her lust. The young nun was rocking her body over the hay while her fingers worked nervously over her pussy. How the clothes stuck uncomfortably to her flesh. She wanted to tear off her wimple, pull the veil from her head and thrash around naked over the bale of hay. But there were the other nuns to worry about, Mother Superior to dodge. At least this way she could quickly pull herself together without threat of exposure.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Her tits felt swollen while her belly cramped with desire. The power of the flesh had jerked at her again as she pulled her cuntlips farther back, exposing her small, stiff clit.
"Oh, no, no, this can't be happening to me! Holy Mother, please, stop me from doing this," she whispered tightly, fucking her cunt with her fingers.
Sister Mary Dominic could feel her cherry now with the tips of her invading fingers. She had never fucked herself that far before. Oh, this was bad, the worst it had been. She was wanting something all the way in her, something good and hot and hard to spread her open and fuck into her cunt. Just the thought of it, the idea of having a man crawling atop her, pinning her down, spreading her open with his knees sent the hot nun back down onto the hay, shivering with unbridled lust.
Fucking. Fucking. She wanted it all, and she wanted it now. She had both hands full of the soft, hairy, tightly packed cunt muscle, rubbing her thumbs against her clit gently while fucking three fingers into her pussy and twisting them around.
Sister Mary Dominic was unaware of some movement around the partially opened barn door.
She kicked one leg out, raising it slightly while her ass rocked back and forth, back and forth over the hay. Her drawers slipped from her ankles, tumbling onto the barn floor. She felt the stubble ticking her ass-hole now, drawing out delightful stings of pleasure from her shitter that somehow added to the pulsing sensations in her cunt. Sister Mary Dominic let out another little cry, biting down on her lower lip, feeling she should somehow be punished for feeling something this good, this wonderful.
"Uh...ohhhhh...huhhhh!"
She was making those sounds, the sounds of a normal woman spread open for a man, a woman taking a man's cock and fucking back, circling her plump, taut ass around in the air while juice sprayed from her hot hairy cunt and wet down her fingers. She pinched her clit, letting out a sharp cry while the backs of her legs beat against the hay mound. Sweat made the black cloth of her gown damp as her hips jerked up and down against her knuckles. Fucking. Fucking. She was wanted fucking.
It was several moments before the nun realized something was in front of her, something that hadn't been there earlier. Opening her eyes, she found herself staring into another pair. Startled, she quickly pulled her fingers from her pussy, stretching down both hands and searching for her drawers.
"Oh, no, this...what are you?"
She stopped, cocking her head to one side and trying to clear her mind. At first she thought it had been one of the sisters or, God forbid, Mother Superior herself. She thought of those cold gray eyes, that stone-like face.
Then Sister Mary Dominic narrowed her eyes, blinking them clear and realizing those other eyes belonged to Thunder, the gray-and-white German shepherd Mother Superior used at times for the small farm the nuns ran under the careful observation of the San Francisco-based order.
The dog was standing there, his head cocked to the right, those pointy ears pinned back in a stance of attention while the black nostrils w shivered. In a flash, the nun knew he was smelling her cunt, smelling the juices that had been running like lava from her pussy and wetting her fingers. He had heard the slick clicking of the digits in her pussy as she fucked herself. The big animal was poised there now, smelling her, his big bushy tail straight up, the tip barely wagging.
Sister Mary Dominic smiled nervously, uncertain whether to continue or push her dress down and look for her cotton drawers. Thunder was only a dog, of course. He could tell no one what he had discovered. She could continue to finger-fuck herself until...she came! Again Sister Mary Dominic shivered, her shoulders shaking in the thick woolen dress as she thought about the powerful feeling associated with that word.
Cumming. Just the thought of experiencing yet again the overwhelming itch that made everything else in the universe unimportant made the nun gasp.
"Thunder, go away, go find something," she whispered hoarsely, gesturing with a tilted chin for the dog to leave.
He remained, still sniffing the air, heavily perfumed with the odor of her aroused cunt. Sister Mary Dominic sighed, starting to push her skirt down over her knees. She would have to wait. There was just something wrong about doing that sort of thing in front of an animal. Sister Mary Dominic began to push her skirts down when the large animal approached her, placing one paw tentatively on her bare ankle. The nun surprised herself by her own reaction, jerking her foot away from the beast but feeling at the same time an electric tingle at his touch. Thunder's ears shivered, pinning back more against the sides of his head while his powerful sides heaved in and out in growing excitement.
"Oh, get away from me, Thunder. Go back to Mother."
He moved up a little higher, his eyes seeming to bore into her soul. It was silly, ridiculous. He was just a dog, not even her dog. She could simply get up from the hay and pray at the altar for God's forgiveness. What, then, was keeping her here, pinned to the hay, a prisoner of this animal's stare? She felt a warm tingle making her nipples hard and itchy.
The dog moved up a little higher, touching her right ankle now with his cold, black snout. Sister Mary Dominic looked at him with large, rounded eyes, shivers of delight rushing up and down her thighs and dipping into her cunt. Her breathing was hard and shallow. She cringed under the big dog's gaze. He was so male, so...so powerful.
"Down, Thunder, down."
But the big dog grew more bold, placing his damp nose on her calf, then moving up and placing it halfway up her left thigh. And all the time he was watching her, his big brown eyes riveting her to the hay, keeping her from sliding from the hay and rushing from the barn.
"No, this is not right," she whispered, shaking her head from side to side.
Sister Mary Dominic suddenly began to realize just where her fascination her, her mind wavering between the two options of escape and remaining there. Her fingers dropped from her cunt, curling, the nails digging into her thighs. The dog made a muted growling noise in her throat, nosing between the nun's legs. Sister Mary Dominic spread her thighs, bringing up her knees until she could feel her cuntlips unsticking once more and peeling back.
In the dim light, she saw the German shepherd's eyes gleaming, glistening as if they were the eyes of Satan. Sister Mary Dominic shifted her ass once again against the hay, feeling a clump of stubble poking at her shitter, bringing out those delicious tingles once again. Her cunt winked shut, the pussy-walls crunching down on nothingness as the dog bumped his nose against the underside of her cuntal mound. She drew her feet up, bending her knees even more until her shoes were touching one another. She wanted to unlace them, to slip them off and...and..."No, no!"
Hellish! Demonic! What on earth was possessing her? The nun pushed the big dog away from her frantically, her mind reeling with what she was doing. She would surely burn in the deepest pit of hell for her actions. The young nun groaned, her fingers grasping wildly for her skirt. Thunder was barking and growling, moving around, confusing her. Why was he doing this to her? Oh God in heaven, why was he trying to destroy her soul?
"Get away from me, Thunder! Oh God, no, no, don't let your servant perish this way!"
Tears came to her eyes, tears of shame, tears of frustration as her cunt still throbbed and burned so from the touch of the dog! Sister Mary Dominic had nearly risen from her position when the dog jumped forward, hitting her chest with his front paws. The force of the blow knocked her back onto the hay, her legs spreading apart. Quickly the German shepherd slid back down, bracing his forelegs against her thighs while dipping his tongue into her cunt. "Uh!"
The nun jerked as if touched by a live electric wire, her legs kicking apart while her spine arched like a bridge. Her fingers clutched at the air while her head snapped from side to side. He had touched her cunt with his tongue, actually licked her pussy.
"Stop! Oh God, no, no, stop!"
But Sister Mary Dominic felt herself going down a new path now, a fascinating road she wanted to remain on. She felt oddly giddy, weakened. He was touching her continually now, still watching her carefully, those brown eyes studying her erratic moves atop the hay pile. The young nun did nothing to push him off her at this point, pulling up her head and staring at him, watching as he drew that long, pink sloppy tongue over her cunt. He increased the pressure of his licking, at times drawing his tongue over her thigh, then moving it back to the center and spreading her pussylips apart.
It was then the young nun felt herself coming unglued. He was tickling those aching cuntal walls, drawing his tongue down and in, touching her clit and making it spark and sputter in a way that was wonderfully new to her. She twisted around, kicking out one leg, feeling that delicious rub once more of the hay stubble pricking up her shitter.
"Uhhhh, oh doggie, oh doggie, oh, no, no, this isn't right! But...uhhhh...it's so good, Thunder! Oh yes, doggie, it's so gooooood!"
She crooned obscenely to the dog, her head tilted back, spit frothing around the corners of her mouth. The dog was lapping noisily at her cunt now, making her gasp from the aching tickle as the dog nuzzled hotly against her pussy.
"Good, Thunder, good dog!"
Nothing mattered. Once again the young nun had forgotten her vows, the hard, steely looks of Mother Superior, of her good works she was to perform here at the retreat. Instead she thought only of herself, of the wonderful hot licking sensation that was making her flesh break out into goose pimples while she wallowed in the pile of hay.
"Thunder...oh, there! You touched me there and it feels gooooood, doggie!"
She was talking to him like a whore! Sister
Mary Dominic knew it and blushed for her vulgarity. But there was little she could do. A dark, evil force had taken possession of her, knocking out all her belief in prayer while she let the dog touch her. And now was adding more pressure to his licking, his touch scalding her cunt, making the nun jerk down once again. Thunder growled low in his throat, bracing his paws against her. Her knees shook. One wet lick rubbed over her clit, making the young nun shudder and growl as loudly as the dog.
Sister Mary Dominic found herself on the barn floor. He would take her here, rape her as if he were a wild dog in the woods and she were a bitch! They were going to mate in the most foul fashion-and that thought drew only happy sighs from the sister.
"Ohhh, Thunder, that's good, very good," she whimpered.
Sister Mary Dominic was making small animal sounds, whimpering in her throat, rolling her body from left to right while the big animal tried to steady her with his strong paws. She drew her skirt up higher, around her tits, exposing more of her belly to him. Thunder liked that. He liked everything about the hot young nun. Leaving her cunt alone for a moment, he began lapping up around her navel, touching her all over, drawing his tongue up toward her tits, then inching it down once again to her lower belly. In seconds she was covered wtih doggie spit, her flesh shining with wetness. Digging her heels into the floor, Sister Mary Dominic reveled in her degradation, arching her back, pushing her cunt up and waving it from side to side in a silent plea for more tongue-fucking. "Uhhhh!"
She got what she had prayed for. Thunder went back to his hot treasure, licking her pussy hard and fast. Her cunt ached from the tension of lust she had felt for the past few months. She was relieving herself of it finally, sighing, loving the touch. And, after all, what was so different here from what she'd been doing all along? Friction. That was all it was, hot wet friction, the rubbing of one surface against another. Thunder was only helping it along.
"Ohhhhhh, doggie, do it to me! Yes, yes, do it to me!"
She was crying out wild commands to the animal, drawing her hands up and caressing his big, handsome head lovingly. How beautiful he was! She could understand now why Mother prized him so! The nun kept his head down there, kept his tongue pressed against her spit-soaked cunt. He slitted his eyes, the ears pinned back all the way now as he began shoving his pointy snout into her cunt. Sister Mary Dominic let out a tiny yelp, her hands now drawn to her mouth and pressed against her lips as her thighs stiffened and ridged.
Fucked, fucked deep! He was touching her cherry with his snout, fucking down deep, and wanting, she guessed to fuck deeper. Things were going to get out of hand. Things were going too far! She had to get a grip on herself.
"No, no, doggie, this is...this is wrong! Oh please, sweet Jesus, why won't he listen to me?"
It was as if some heavy force were keeping her arms pressed to her sides. The nun was trapped, unable to move her hands as the big animal licked down and in. Shivering, Sister Mary Dominic put one shaky hand down to her cuntal mound, feeling just how hot and wet she was. The dog licked her knuckles, whimpering, digging those claws into her thighs and spreading her legs farther apart.
"Thunder, no, no, this isn't right. This...oh God, no, doggie!"
But Thunder was bound to have his own way.
Sister Mary Dominic knew in her heart of hearts that he would and there was little she could do to save herself.
CHAPTER TWO
"Oh, ohhhhhhh, Thunder! This is...is wrong, so wrong! You can't...can't do this to me!"
The young nun had tried once again to pull herself away from the animal, one hand reaching in front of the other, her body stretched on the floor. Every move was an effort. Thunder followed her, nosing up her skirt, licking her ass, drawing his tongue over her shivering ass-cheeks and even once trying to dip it into her ass-hole.
When she refused to move and turn about to expose her cunt once more, the animal drew back, opening his powerful jaws and biting down on her ankle.
"Uh! Oh no, no, don't! You're hurting me, Thunder!"
She tried kicking the big German shepherd away from her. But Thunder stayed, his hind-legs spread back for power, his tail between his thighs while that big prick began inching from its furry sheath. She could see his cock, could see it all! It frightened her even more as the young nun tried jerking free of the dog's fangs. He wasn't really biting down hard-just enough to make her realize that he meant business. Sister Mary Dominic could just guess what the dog had in mind as she wormed her way along the floor, beating down at the heavily breathing animal.
"Thunder! Oh God, please, don't make me do this! Don't..."
Don't make her do what? Sister Mary Dominic was confused, screwing up her eyes, wondering what fate had in store for her. Fucking. Yes, fucking. Something told her this animal was going to do to her what she had thought only men did to women. It was a crazy thought, one that both sickened and appealed to her.
Again she tried crawling away. Thunder let go of her ankle, moving up a little higher, closing his jaws around her calf. She felt the licking tickle of his tongue, an indication he wasn't really trying to hurt her.
"Please, oh doggie, no, noooo!"
He pushed part of his cold black muzzle into her pussy. Sister Mary Dominic kicked back, one foot hitting the animal. Thunder reeled back, barking angrily, turning around in tight little circles, his tail straight up and out. She was frightened his yelping would attract attention. Lying quietly, Sister Mary Dominic gave herself up to the horrid idea that this beast from hell would have his way with her.
"Uhhhhhh!" She felt the paws against her thighs, pushing her around. She knew what he wanted. The young nun rolled onto her ass, her legs moving apart for the big animal. "Thunder, oh God..."
The barn floor was hard, making her shoulders and back ache as she peeled herself open for the big German shepherd. It wasn't long before the nun was moving her ass around in tight circles, panting heavily, her feet flat on the ground. The dog's licking seemed to be everywhere at once. The more Sister Mary Dominic moved, the more pleasure she brought to herself. If only she could have that feeling of being fucked, that sensation she had dreamed about time and time again-when she should have been thinking only of the blessed saints and the suffering of Our Lord.
"Uhhhhh...oh doggie, do it to me! Yessss, do it!"
What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to act? She wasn't an experienced woman. She had heard things whispered about, stories about men and women and the things they did together in bed. But this was different. She was a nun, a woman of chastity and poverty. And besides, this was a dog, an animal wanting to mount her like a bitch in the gutter.
Again, the sister let out a hysterical giggle, putting one hand to her mouth to suppress outright laughter. She enjoyed this, loved wallowing in her own degradation while the pulsing itches between her legs turned quickly into raging aches. Thunder let out a little yip, drawing back and rolling his eyes up at her. He was waiting for her signal, some sign from the young nun that would tell him what to do next. Falling back, Sister Mary Dominic slowly raised her legs, letting them fall apart to expose her cunt. She had heard about the missionary position. It was the only one she knew, something she had been taught reluctantly at convent during a marriage counseling class. "Thunder..."
She pronounced his name, feeling her heart swell at the sound of it coming from her lips. There was something so beautiful, so delicious in hearing the dog's name again and again.
"Thunder..."
It made her sigh with love as she drew her legs back, her ass-hole exposed now, her white rounded ass turned up. She babbled sounds of pleasure, rocking her ass from left to right, feeling the juice seeping from the hot, velvety lining of her pussy. Oh, she was a vile nun, the lowest of sluts to do something like this! And yet somehow it just didn't matter. Nothing mattered except the warm furry sensation of Thunder's coat against her flesh. How odd it was that this kind of sex drove everything from her mind except the need to satisfy the hot sensation between her legs.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
He was mounting her now, carefully putting his paws up against the undersides of her spread thighs and inching his way along her body. The young nun remained quiet, pressing her ass flat against the ground as she watched Thunder make his slow, steady progress.
"Oh, come up, doggie, come up and...and do it to me."
Sister Mary Dominic was nearly breathless with lust now, her dress back all the way while her knees were nearly touching her tits. Thunder had his paws digging into the backs of her knees now, his small, powerful doggie ass dipping down toward her cunt.
"Oh, Thunder, ohhhhhh..."
She couldn't say the word fuck. It just wasn't right, somehow, for her to say it, even though she was doing this vile, perverted act! She ground her teeth together, snapping her head back, wallowing her shoulderblades against the ground while the breath she sucked in burned the insides of her nostrils. He was touching her with it, touching her cunt with his prick! Sister Mary Dominic thought she would surely die from the sensation racing through her body.
Fucked! She was about to be fucked, and this time by a dog, not her fingers. He was going to fuck that stiff cock into her pussy, into the cunt of a nun! Sister Mary Dominic weakly drew her head up from the barn floor, peering over her tits and staring at the scene. It was an old tableau, the nun resting on her back, her legs kicked high in the air, the dog positioned atop her with that long red pointy prick sticking straight out from between his hindquarters.
"Oh, Thunder, it's so...so beautiful!"
It was so different from the pictures she had seen in those few books Mother had reluctantly handed the novices during their training. It was obvious Vatican II had little influence on the older nun. She taught them things about marriage just in case they were faced with couples who had problems. But a dog's prickoh, it was much knobbier than a man's! And there was that silly little point to the dog's cock.
"Ohhhh!"
Flashes of delightful fire singed her clit, making it curl back as she thought about dog's cocks and men's cocks. Cocks! She wanted to be surrounded by cocks, fucked by them. Rutting there in front of Thunder, wallowing her shoulders, wanting him for all she was worth, the nun gasped and giggled as the dog dipped his ass yet again, the bushy tail brushing over her winking ass-hole. The pointy cocktip was poking at her cunthole, tickling the tight little muscles, making them flutter and contract at the light touch. "Fuck!"
Oh, dear sweet Jesus in heaven! She had finally said the word, that forbidden word that now seemed so natural. Crying out then clapping one hand over her lips once more to stifle her own shrieks of joy, Sister Mary Dominic groaned through her fingers as Thunder slipped his slimy cock into her cunt. Fucked! She was fucked, finally fucked, and by a dog!
"Thunder...ohhhh, doggie, it feels good, really good! Oh, oh, this is so much better than I thought it would be," she whispered.
The animal growled, tossing his proud head, the fur around his neck standing out while his tail dipped. She could feel his forelegs shaking while his hindquarters moved about, searching for more balance. He hunkered down, thrusting forward and down with power. Sister Mary Dominic jerked, keeping her hands flat against the ground, curling her fingers until they clawed at the soil. Her clit glowed with heat. It was hot enough and hungry enough to melt what little fear and misgivings she had about fucking. His cock was at least an inch into her pussy now, the claws scraping a little painfully along her thighs. But it was a nice kind of pain, a sensation that heightened the delight rushing through her pussy. Sister Mary Dominic let out another cry as Thunder touched her clit with his cock-shaft.
Her voice was barely above a whisper, but she knew the dog could hear her. The nun wondered if he could understand what she said. Certainly he understood her needs. She was moving her ass around, spearing her cunt onto his fucker. He could see she was hot, wanting him to fuck her all the way.
"Doggie..."
Thunder dipped down a little farther. Sister Mary Dominic let her hips roll toward the animal once more, the hot slippery touching of his prick against her cunt making her squirm. The pain that had originally tightened her cuntal muscles slackened. A fresh, heavier flow of cunt juice seeped around the dog's spearing cock, making the penetration easier. Her pussy spasmed, the muscles holding the animal's cock while the young nun gasped and bucked against the overwhelming feeling.
He was close, close to her cherry. She wondered if she could let an animal do it to her, tear through that sacred membrane, a membrane God had forbidden her to destroy.
"Noooo..."
But an emotional glow spread through the nun, making her once again forget her vows to God and Church. She felt the small moves of the dog's prick make her pussy cuntlips feel bigger, more sensitive than before. She timed the movement of her thighs to the strokes of his cock. Sister Mary Dominic could feel the animal hunkering down a little more on her, seemingly realizing there was a barrier to break through. He was tensing his powerful body for the assault, his tail straight out once more while his hard belly was rubbing up against the backs of her thighs. Sister Mary Dominic held her breath, afraid to let him fuck her any farther, terrified of losing the dog altogether. She needed him wildly now and would do anything to keep him on top of her.
"Fuck me, doggie! Do it! Oh God, God, let him do it to me!"
There was a sharp movement, the German shepherd's hips jerking forward and down. There was a short, sharp bolt of lightning that flashed up her spine and exploded in her brain.
With that fuck-thrust, the pointy tip of the animal's cock split the nun's cherry, tearing it from its anchorage. She twitched, the balls of her feet banging against the dog's back for a moment. But then that tearing, ripping sensation was gone. The pain somehow merged with the hot lance of erotic sensation. The nun began crying, wiping the tears away with the back of one hand. Hay stubble clung to the sides of her dampened cheeks.
"Thunder, oh, you're in me all the way! God, oh God, you're in me all the way!"
Could the dog know what pleasure he was giving her? Could the animal know what he was doing to her, destroying all the vows and thoughts she had ever had about her religious calling?
The nun sniffled, the sensuous feeling flowing from her cunt, moving her hips against the dog's circling fuck-strokes. Every additional fraction of penetration was an exquisite new experience for the nun. The room seemed to darken, then glow with an unnatural light as she rutted wildly under the big dog's furred belly. Blinking her eyes clear once more, she found herself gazing into Thunder's, feeling as if he were her...her lover! She saw things there that were frightening to think of. Fucking. Fucking. She was fucking her brains out, her wimple slipping from her head a little, tufts of brown curls appearing around the starched white material. She could feel him all over, his fur warming her flesh like a wonderful coat.
The hidden, clawing hunger in her cunthole moved down, closing around the fucking doggie prick. The pointy cockhead spread her cuntal walls out, making them itch that much more nastily and delightfully.
"Uhhh...ohhhhhhh!"
The torn cherry didn't bother the fucking nun now. She moved her thighs faster and faster, her ass-cheeks flexing, relaxing, then flexing again. Fucking. Dog-fucking! The more she thought of it, the more she wanted.
"Thunder!"
The dog was licking her face, dropping his head as if he wanted to caress her as a man would. She felt his panting breath against the side of her neck, the dog's prick fucking faster and faster. Her flesh shivered with the force of his fucking blows. She could feel those tiny balls slapping up against her ass. Again and again her heels bobbed up and down, hitting the dog's back. She was beyond caring if anyone would suddenly burst onto the scene and surprise them. The world could have gone into apocalypse and Sister Mary Dominic wouldn't have cared. She rolled her thighs around a little more, realizing dimly she was jerking her ass around atop her rosary. The crucifix cut delightfuly into her flexing ass-cheeks as her spine curled a little more for the big dog.
"Ummmmmmmmmm!"
The nun couldn't stop herself now. The combination of various sensations was driving a novel feeling up into her, smashing along her spine, out to the tips of her fingers and nipples. No, no, it was so hard, so fast! She was going to cum, going to feel that washing, biting sensation in her clit. It was going to happen too soon! The nun tried to stop the dog, stop herself. But it was too late. The dog was ramming his prick into her like a machine, his tongue dripping saliva onto her. Sister Mary Dominic drew her hands finally to the dog's sides, tearing at his fur, feeling the soft hair tickling the flesh under her clawing nails. The heavy furred mass of the dog's belly slapped against the nun's ass, making her cunt clench frantically in spasms.
Cumming. Cumming. She was impaled on this dog's cock, sacrificing herself on this thick fuck-stick, feeling all those delicious bumps. The fiery friction of her ruptured cherry added to the hot elastic shocks jolting from her clit. The entire cuntal zone of the young nun was hot, the pain and glazing delight cutting through her like the teeth of a rusty saw. The roaring of her pulse was all the sister heard when Thunder cut loose, his balls sending out gushes of doggie spunk down into her fuck-hole.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
She knew it was happening, felt the cum spattering against her pussy walls. She could hear the pistoning fuck-strokes, seeing them as flashes of brilliant colors as she smelled the heavy sweat of their fucking. She felt herself disappearing somewhere as the wall of lust exploded in her cunt. Her hips churned while her legs scissored lightly around the dog's humping back.
She opened her eyes wide, staring up at the animal as monstrous waves of delight rocked her thighs. She bucked under the dog's ramming fuck-strokes. Sister Mary Dominic let her mind and the power of her cum escape in a long high wail of pleasure. She closed her eyes once more and let the long, tapering waves of her climax carry her away...
How long had she lain like that, entwined with the dog? The nun had no idea. Blinking her eyes open, she found Thunder curled up beside her, her legs drawn up in a fetal position, her knees pressed against the dog's spine. One hand lay carelessly around his neck. Drawing away quickly, she searched for her drawers and found them on the floor. Moving a little farther from the sleeping German shepherd, Sister Mary Dominic drew her panties up her thighs, trying to ignore the seepy feeling of dog cum oozing from her cunt slit.
She was revolted with herself for having done this...this terrible, perverse thing. Surely she was losing her mind to think she would ever commit this unnatural act again. Pushing her skirt down, the nun straightened her wimple, getting up slowly and brushing the stubble from the black material. Could she ever confess her act to a priest? It was becoming so complicated!
Thunder stirred. Feeling apprehensive, Sister Mary Dominic tiptoed to the barn door, cracking it open a little more and peering outdoors. Thank goodness! There was no one about. She knew it was getting close to vespers, that time of day when they would gather at the altar and offer their prayers of thanks for the day. Did she dare step into the church with her terrible, guilty secret? "Thunder
His name escaped from her lips once more. She had to be careful, so very careful. Closing the barn door, she tried to gather her thoughts together as she shuffled across the clearing toward the main house and chapel.
CHAPTER THREE
"That...that terrible Mr. Jensen. He's always making such...unholy remarks, Mother."
Sister Mary Dominic raised her eyes shyly, slowing her back-and-forth hand movement over the potatoes as she peeled them for dinner. It was one of the many menial tasks she and the other sisters performed in this rural retreat. Sitting behind the table, she overheard Sister Katherine's complaint with interest. Many things that rang of the flesh caught her ear now, three days after the German shepherd had fucked her cunt and opened a new and uncertain world to the young nun.
"He is God's child, Sister, as we all are," Mother answered stonily, adjusting her apron. She was about to add more pepper to the bland meatloaf she was preparing.
"Well, that may be so," the chastened nun said, her lower lip pouting. "But he looks at me so strangely, Mother, touching himself..."
"That will be enough, Sister Katherine," Mother snapped, glancing uneasily in Sister Dominic's direction.
She had since dropped her eyes, guessing the older nun would be watching her reaction carefully. Her fingers flew nimbly around the potatoes while her attention was riveted on what the other nun had to say.
"If you wish, I'll have a word with that farmer. We can do business with others here in the valley. Of course, it would be a hardship on the order, considering Mr. Jensen has charged us less than the others."
Sister Katherine's face reddened, her hands fluttering nervously about her waist. She turned, stirring the bubbling pots on the stove and shaking her head.
"No, Mother. I'll...I'll try to think of more charitable thoughts when he speaks with me," the young nun muttered, her fingers tightening around the wooden spoon.
"God be with you, child. Now, I must see how preparations are going for service. Sister Dominic, make certain the cooks don't steal too much from us today. Sister Katherine has a good heart, but her good heart will certainly bankrupt the order. Dinner will be prompt, as usual."
Mother imperiously stepped from the kitchen after doffing her apron.
Sister Dominic put the peeler down, brushing the potato parts from the short gray working dress she always wore in the kitchen and moving up to Sister Katherine. Her fingers trembled and grew icy. What was Mr. Jensen doing to her? What had he said? Her curiosity was making her cunt hot, the furred hole starting to grow wet with desire as she thought of the handsome, lusty farmer whispering obscene things to this fresh child. Sister Katherine was so young, so new to the order, let alone life. There was some spice to the idea that she might be corrupted by a man, fucked by that farmer who lusted after all the women in black here at the order house.
"Sister, what happened...I mean with you and Mr. Jensen? Did he...touch you?"
Sister Katherine nearly dropped the spoon into the bubbling peas, putting one hand up to her throat while staring wide-eyed at Dominic.
"No! Never! I would never break my vow, not for any man."
The breathless urgency of her reply made Sister Dominic wonder about its truthfulness. She smiled, feeling a rush of ugly mischief rush through her veins as she stared into the beautiful blue eyes of the young nun. She thought she saw a glimmer of something-of lust, perhaps-flickering behind the celestial color of her irises. Reaching around, Sister Dominic turned down the flame, gesturing to one of the cooks standing in the foyer to come forward.
"What are you doing, Sister?"
"It's time they learn to fend for themselves."
"But Mother..."
"We won't be gone long. I think we can have a long talk about this...Mr. Jensen."
"But...but Sister Dominic, there's nothing for me to say except..."
But Sister Dominic was moved along by a stronger force, by curiosity, by a desire to know what was in the nun's mind when this strange man made lewd advances toward her. She pulled at the protesting Katherine, dragging her from the kitchen and out the back door. Chickens scattered, clucking frantically as the two sisters nearly ran across the graveled courtyard and into the barn. Sister Katherine was out of breath, leaning heavily against the shut barn door.
"Now then, what did he say to you?" Sister Dominic demanded, her eyes ablaze.
Sister Katherine drew back, one hand to her throat. She was terrified suddenly of her friend, wondering what on earth had come over her. Sister Dominic realized she had frightened the young girl and relented, letting out a long breath. She had to be calm. She had to control her emotions even though her cunt was still hot from thinking about this mysterious man.
"I...I've done nothing, I swear it, Sister, I promise!"
"It's just that I'm worried about you, Sister. You're new here and there are so many traps for the flesh," Sister Dominic said, her composure nearly regained. She had begun to regret having dragged the young nun with her to the barn and was about to suggest they leave
-when she saw the door swing open a little.
Thunder! Here! And she was with Sister Katherine! The dog could do something terrible and she would be there facing Sister Katherine!
"Quickly, Sister, we should rush back to the house to...oh, no!"
Thunder rushed around, yipping at her, his tail wagging from side to side. Jumping up, he put his forepaws on her thighs, his tongue hanging out provocatively. She felt the warm brush of his mouth against her arm as she jerked away.
"I've never seen him that friendly. Mother is always very severe with him and he shuns us as if we're her agents. But with you...oh, sister, what's he doing?"
Thunder was nosing around her skirts again, pressing his snout up against the back of her thigh while wagging his tail excitedly and growling low in his throat. Sister Mary Dominic slapped downward, kicking back, wanting to knock the animal from her. She saw the young nun's look of stunned horror and felt like falling through the ground. It was her own fault. She had been so excited about hearing of Mr. Jensen she had forgotten Thunder roamed the grounds freely. "He's...he's touching you and..." Sister Mary Dominic felt panic grip her as she struggled with the dog. If Sister Katherine told anyone about this, her career as a nun would be over. It was far from a charitable thing to do now, but some evil force was driving Sister Dominic. She gave her friend a wicked smile, then turned around and caressed the large animal with both hands.
"Oh, Thunder, you want something, don't you? But there's someone here, someone who might want to share you with me."
Sister Mary Dominic turned her head and saw her friend give her a questioning look. "Wh-what did you say to him, Sister."
"Just that perhaps you might want to...enjoy this animal. After all, you'd caught my interest with tales of you and the farmer."
"Nothing happened!" Sister Katherine's face reddened, tears springing to her eyes as she moved back against the barn door. Sister Mary Dominic was holding Thunder around the neck, stroking him, feeling her pulse increase as she felt the soft fur rub against her arms and fingers. She could almost feel the touch of his cock again, the feel of that hot slippery tongue caressing her cunt lips, touching her clit while his claws scratched teasingly against the undersides of her raised, spread thighs. Oh yes, yes, she would introduce Sister Katherine to the joys of the animal!
"No, Sister, let me go," Sister Katherine begged as Sister Dominic took her by the elbow and led her from the door.
"Here, Sister, just sit down here beside me. Yes, like that."
Sister Katherine trembled, kneeling on the haystack while Thunder came up to them.
"He's a good dog, really. I don't think you'll have much trouble with him."
"Oh, get him off me, Sister! No, no, don't, Thunder, no, oh God, he's going to kill me!"
Sister Katherine cried out, beating her small fists against the aggressive animal. Thunder had jumped atop her, his forepaws holding her to the ground while his big tongue slapped around her face and neck. In her struggling, her gray skirt began inching up her legs, exposing her knees, then finally her thighs. It was something Sister Dominic noticed as she began undressing for the animal. This would be an interesting afternoon, she thought, watching her friend twisting helplessly under the growling German shepherd. "No, no, stop it!"
Sister Katherine was on her side now, stretching one arm up, clawing at the loose hay and sending a small avalanche tumbling down into her face. She coughed and sneezed, her face wrinkling up while her legs kicked back at the large dog. Thunder started tearing at her clothes, clamping down those big fangs on her dress and tearing it from her body. The nun screamed, grabbing for the ripped material, still trying to shove the German shepherd away from her.
"Sister, oh God, holy Jesus, help me!"
Sister Mary Dominic knew she should have come to the aid of her friend. But the sight of her struggling with the dog made her faint with lust. She could imagine Thunder raping the girl, holding her down while fucking that knobby cock into her. That thought drove away any idea of coming to the aid of the terrified nun.
Katherine continued fighting back, her legs kicking out while the animal lowered over her.
"No!"
Somehow she did manage to crawl out from under the dog's legs, struggling to her feet, her uniform clinging to her body. She ran forward, her eyes rounded, a look of terror on her face. The nun was headed for the door, tripping over her own feet as she grunted with the effort of running. Thunder recovered quickly, rushing toward Sister Katherine and blocking her exit.
"No, no, this can't be happening! Holy Mother, this can't be happening to me!"
She turned, giving Sister Mary Dominic a terrible stare, then looking back down at the animal that had begun to mouth her ankles.
"He-likes you, Sister Katherine, just as much as he-likes me," Sister Mary Dominic said, removing her wimple and dress.
"No, oh God, this can't...no, no, I won't let it happen to me!"
But Thunder had other ideas. He was barking loudly now, nipping at her ankles. She shuddered, feeling the animal close those killing fangs on her ankle. The young nun struggled forward, her arms stretched out in front of her. She stumbled, falling and sliding across the barn floor. That was all the dog needed. Thunder pounced, his forward paws bracing against her thighs. He was nuzzling the nun's ass now, driving his snout up against the coarse cotton drawers.
"Stop it! Awful animal! Oh, God in heaven, stop this beast from attacking your servant!"
Sister Katherine heard more material tearing, more of her garment being torn from her body as the dog was determined to strip her and get at her cunt. She instinctively knew that, looking back at Sister Mary Dominic and seeing that nun naked now, her legs spread wide on the haystack. It was as if she had fallen into some dreadful nightmare.
Thunder moved forward as the nun turned onto her back, clamping her thighs together, beating at him. The dog growled, bracing down, his ears pinned back, his black rubbery lips pulled taut against his fangs. His eyes were narrowed, the whole picture being that of a wolf about to attack.
Sister Katherine drew her hands back, holding them tight against her tits as she stared wildly at the growling beast. Was he going to rip her throat out? She scooted back slowly, her drawers starting to pull down from her ass. Thunder was still holding fast to her, refusing to move, keeping her his prisoner while he decided what to do with the trembling nun.
"Oh, Sister, don't be afraid. I felt the same terror you do now. But then I found out the dog is far more gentle than any of us suspected,"
Sister Mary Dominic called from behind.
"No, stop it, both of you, stop it!" Sister Katherine cried, clapping both hands over her ears.
Thunder moved forward, seeing triumph around the corner. He could smell the young nun, smell her as he had sniffed out Sister Mary Dominic's secret three days ago. The fact was that although the young nun had repeatedly beaten her fists against the dog, something in her was responding to his advances in the same way Sister Mary Dominic had. She turned her head, staring wildly at the other nun, who was stroking her cunt gently, rubbing the backs of her fingers over the dark-brown bush covering her swollen cunt. She was rubbing the backs of her legs sexily against the hay, smiling strangely at the young nun then looking at the dog next to her.
"It's not so terrible, Sister. Just let him have his way. I'm sure you'll enjoy it."
"No, it's not...not right! Oh, God in heaven, save me!"
Yet her cunt ached the same way Sister Dominic's had days ago. Thunder caught her hesitation and moved in, twisting his head around and grabbing her drawers. Backing up, his ears still pinned against the back of his head, Thunder ripped the panties from the screaming nun, tearing them from her body when she tried to grab them back. He shook them like a dead rabbit, tossing them over his head, then went back to the nun's pussy. "Nooo!"
Sister Katherine drew back, her ass itching from the hay tickling her. Thunder was free to go for her pussy now, jumping forward and burying his maw in her cunt. Sister Katherine moaned, rocking her hips from side to side, feeling the effect of the dog's touch making her cunt hot. Her friend was right. Turning her head and looking heavy-lidded at the other nun, Katherine realized the dog was doing wonderful things to her, touching her in strange and new ways that made her gasp. Now there was only pleasure-pleasure and a slight feeling of shame this was taking place in front of Sister Dominic. But then again Mary Dominic was lying there touching herself, watching as the big dog attacked Sister Katherine. Surely she wouldn't say anything about what was happening.
"Oh yes, Sister, let him touch you there! It's the best place!" Sister Dominic said excitedly.
Sister Katherine found herself removing her dress. She had blushed furiously even when she undressed before other nuns in the chapter house. But now...now she was willingly pulling off her gown, laying it carefully next to her. The young nun was completely naked now, as naked as her friend who had led her down this path of terrible sin. "Oh, Thunder..."
"Let him lick you. He's so good with that tongue," Sister Mary Dominic advised, getting up and moving next to the young nun. "It's so good when he touches your cunt with that tongue."
"Cunt? Oh Sister, how we've drifted from the teachings of the Church."
Thunder was moving up to both of them. Two cunts, both hot, both wet! The dog looked at one, then the other, his tongue hanging out, spit dripping onto the floor. Sister Mary Dominic could tell the animal was excited. There were two bitches wanting satisfaction, two renegade nuns wanting to be tongue-fucked.
Sister Katherine was touching her tits, cupping the large, heavy tits while touching her nipples. That was a move Sister Mary Dominic had just discovered, seeing just how universal it was. Yes, squeezing her nipples felt so good, sending more shock waves of delight racing into her clit. She moved one leg forward, touching Sister Katherine's thighs. It was so nice feeling the warmth of another person against her as her pussy exploded into a riot of sensations.
"Oh, Sister, this is...is horrid!, , "But you aren't leaving, are you? You want this as much as I do, don't you?"
It wasn't her voice, it seemed, speaking. The devil's, she guessed, as she rutted there, moving her ass from side to side. Sister Katherine tried to push herself away. But her friend was right. Something was keeping her there, keeping her trapped, a prisoner to the dog's tongue. He was growling with excitement even as she struggled backward on the hay, her heels digging into the soft material as she tried squirming away from the panting animal.
"No, this is awful! Sister, please, call the dog off me! Oh, please!"
But Sister Dominic did nothing, instead reaching over and touching her friend's tits. The girl jerked away at first from the contact, then finally surrendered and did nothing as Sister Mary Dominic pinched her nipples, sanding her fingers over the hard itchy tips. And then...and then the dog stuck his nose under her hot cuntal mound, his tongue wetting her all over. He was whining and wiggling while he stood above her in the barn. Sister Katherine felt petrifying terror. The first touch of his tongue had made her buck with fear and loathing. But now...now something else was happening. She squirmed instead, her ass-hole pricked again and again by the loose hay while the dog's tongue wormed its way deep inside.
The young nun let out a gasp, falling back. Oh, oh, this was more than anything she had ever experienced in her life. And there was another woman, Sister Mary Dominic, touching her, pushing her along this dreadful path. Where would it lead?
CHAPTER FOUR
It was unbelievable! It was unreal! She was opening her cunt to the dog! She had fallen back at the first touching of her pussy, working her thighs against the sides of his head while her ass bounced teasingly against the hay. Now she was spreading her thighs for the big animal, rubbing the naked backs of her legs against the hay while rolling her hips.
The dog's tongue was licking up her thighs, touching her all over, touching her cunt. He was nuzzling his black snout between her puffy cunt-lips tenderly, fucking his tongue into her pussy. "Oh, Sister, Sister
Then Thunder moved away, dropping his head and licking down into Sister Dominic's cunt. It was what she had been waiting for. She jerked about, her legs kicking out while her head snapped from side to side. Raising both hands, the desperate nun cupped her tits, squeezing them, feeling the nipples tingling between her grabbing, clutching fingers. It was delightful, delicious having the animal's tongue servicing her hot cunt while her hands sanded over her sensitive nipples.
Thunder moved forward, his paws bracing once more on her thighs while his tongue lapped and licked down into her pussy.
Sister Dominic knew what to do. She had been through this once before. Turning her head and giving Sister Katherine a sly look, she began parting her thighs a little more and raising her knees, groaning as she felt her cuntlips stretching tantalizingly apart, the itches growing more and more concentrated. Sister Katherine watched with growing interest, her face a mask of intense concentration. Sister Mary Dominic moved her hands down to her belly, making long, wide circles around her navel while the animal was loving her cunt. Thunder moved up, licking between her fingers, touching her palms, her wrists, thrilling her all the time.
But Sister Mary Dominic was far beyond heeding any warning of that kind. She was wet, so wet there, feeling the dog licking the bottom of her ass. He was lapping back into her ass-crack, touching her shitter with the tip of his tongue. She couldn't hold herself back, rolling her ass up higher for his maw, kicking her legs out and up until she was completely bent over. Sister Katherine watched her with some shock on her face, touching her own clit all the while.
Sister Mary Dominic jerked and snapped as if she were possessed by Satan himself. The pink tongue drove up and down, up and down her cuntal crack, wetting all the hairs until they were plastered agaiftst the hot, swollen pink meat of her pussy. She fanned her fingers out along the dog's neck, raising her feet from the hay. Slowly, panting harder than ever, Sister Mary Dominic inched her knees back until they were against her tits. Then she let them fall apart farther. Every hollow of her cunt was peeled back now, every inch of her thighs surrendered to the sex-hungry animal. The nun gasped and babbled to the German shepherd as he ate out her pussy. Throwing her arms out, she grabbed handfuls of hay, tossing them in the air when the animal's eating of her pussy became too concentrated, just too good!
"Oh, Sister, what are you going to do with him?" Sister Katherine gasped.
"No, Sister, this is your turn for the animal. It's your turn to discover him," Sister Mary Dominic moaned, pushing the big German shepherd from her thighs and heading him in the direction of her friend.
But Thunder at first refused to go. He had found his joy and wasn't about to be put off from it. Sister Mary Dominic stayed with him as well, loving the stiff, soft tickle of his coat against the insides of her thighs. Drool oozed from the left corner of her mouth as she moved her ass up, letting it fall back again. Up and back, up and back, a little faster as she made those fucking movements against his snout. She twisted to the side so the dog's fangs brushed up against her cuntal labia. She arched her back, letting her body slide down a bit so he could have a better shot at her clit. Oh, he was touching her there once more, touching her clit, making her hotter than she had been before.
"Uhh...huhhhhrrnr!"
Sister Mary Dominic worked her ass around in circles, crying wildly through her nose. Her nostrils burned with the air she sucked in to feed her fucking body. The dog's licking seemed to be everywhere at once. The more she moved around, the more delightful sensations he brought to her. Sister Mary Dominic tilted her cunthole up, a signal for the dog to do more. Thunder did just that, fucking his tongue into her pussy. She ran her fingers around the animal's head excitedly, barely able to speak to him as her tension seemed to be reaching a peak.
"Fuck...oh, fuck..."
"Sister!"
Sister Katherine was shocked once more at the language of her friend. But then she forgot about it quickly, watching the odd tableau of woman and dog, the woman spread wide open while Thunder was resting on his belly, feeding on her hot, sloppy cunt.
The dog let out a little yip, nuzzling once more against her slick cuntlips. The nun felt her cunt tingling. She wondered if he were fucking her now if she would be milking his prick. The thought hurried her into the storm of her climax. The young nun let out a sharp cry. The dog's teeth cut her, the acute tickle bringing more babbling moans of pleasure from her sore throat. She raked his fur with her fingers, pulling him harder against her. Sister Mary Dominic hadn't intended to cum so soon. The touch of the animal, and the knowledge that Sister Katherine was watching them now open-mouth pushed her over the edge.
"Huhhrhrhhrhhghhgh!"
"Oh, Sister, what's happening? What are you doing?"
Sister Katherine watched with fascination as her friend pitched on the hay, her knees trapping the big animal while he licked and lapped into her convulsing pussy.
Sister Mary Dominic didn't care at this point what Sister Katherine thought or said. She was tossing her head, feeling the hay moving under her as she bucked her body wildly. The dog stayed with her, licking and nuzzling against her hot pussy while hot juice flowed from her cunt-hole, wetting down her thighs and the big dog's maw. Her cumming was achingly slow. She just couldn't seem to get enough friction. But it was just enough to keep the waves of climactic ecstasy flowing. She jerked like a speared fish, twisting and twitching around while the dog kept on lapping down into her cunt. She finally shoved her fingers into her cunt as the animal whimpered and licked her shaking knuckles again and again. "Ohhhhhhh
It was a giant release of tension, a release that made the nun nearly sink into a faint after the cutting waves of her orgasm had ebbed. She dropped her hands lifelessly from the dog's neck, turning languidly and facing Sister Katherine.
"That was...I don't know..."
"It was wonderful, Sister. And now you'll have the chance."
"No, not...not intercourse!" Sister Katherine said, realizing how out of place that archaic word sounded, considering what she had just witnessed.
A male dog and a woman, a nun, doing something like this together! She was drawn to it, felt her cunt yearning for the touch of Thunder's tongue once more. Then the sound of the chapter bell filled the barn.
"There's still time," Sister Mary Dominic said, smoothing her hands slowly over her belly.
She loved the feel, the sensation of having her fingers touching her cunt, her nipples. And now Sister Katherine was going to enjoy the same pleasures. She pushed the dog away, turning him in the direction of the hesitant young nun.
Sister Katherine couldn't openly invite the dog to her-not yet. But she sat there quietly, her cunt aflame, her heart beating so hard she thought it would burst. Thunder moved away from Sister Mary Dominic, leaving her on the one side of the haystack and moving over to Sister Katherine. One sniff at her thighs told him he was in luck. The woman was still in heat, her cunt running with delicious pussy juice.
"Oh, no, I can't...time for prayers, time...time...for..."
Her words failed as the dog began slopping his tongue over her pussy. At first she tried pushing Thunder away. But her movements were almost silly. The animal refused to pay them any attention, wriggling his snout into her pussy while bracing his paws against the insides of both her thighs. He pushed his nose into her cunt until it was nearly touching her cherry. The nun panicked, pushing at his broad shoulders while curling her legs and digging them hard against the hay. Not her cherry! She scooted her ass back, letting out a cry of terror.
"Let him do it, Sister. It's going to hurt at first, but then you'll find it's wonderful."
"I must be losing my mind!" she cried, holding her head with both hands.
No, no, she couldn't let him touch that most sacred of membranes, the thing she had sworn to preserve until the death when she put on the silver wedding ring and became a Bride of Christ. She pushed back again, toppling over, falling onto her belly. As she tried scrambling to her hands and feet the dog jumped, nearly knocking her over. Sister Mary Dominic groaned with delight, watching dreamily as her friend fought desperately with the big animal. The young nun slapped back as Thunder wrapped his long forelegs around her ass, dry-fucking her, hammering his cock against her ass. The nun let out another scream, swatting back, struggling forward. But there was no stopping the beast. He tightened his grip, forcing her forward, walking with her while driving his prick against her body.
Her skirt was all the way up now after several tumbles around with the big dog. He was on her once again, his furry underside brushing her. His weight made her spine curve downward while his claws scraped her skin painfully. Sister Katherine bit her hp, trying to think only of her body's hunger once more. That hunger had driven away any holy thoughts, any ideas of God and Church while the big animal climbed up a little farther.
What was she doing? She was a good nun, a holy woman, a person who had always felt the calling of God. And now she was bent over, her short hair frizzed while thrill after thrill filled her chest. She felt the weight of her large tits as she was there on hands and knees, waiting for the big dog to fuck her. Her shapely ass moved back and forth, dipped and jerked. She felt something scraping across her asscrack, something very, very hot. It was slick, as well. The thought of something fucking her drove her wild, made her twist around and try once more to get away.
But then there was that touch again, the touch Sister Mary Dominic had gone wild over. He was starting to fuck her, sliding the full length of his prick up and down her wet cuntal crack. It was happening. It was really happening. She could feel the pointy tip of the dog's cock as it gouged along the seepy pit of her pussy crack. A flash of fear and shame overcame her for the moment. But then something touched her clit, making that tiny spindle spark and jerk. The young nun nearly collapsed, her elbows bowing out as Thunder gripped her harder, his forelegs tightening around her chest so hard she could hardly inhale! Sister Katherine shook her head, letting out small animal-like whimpers as the dog's cock slipped into her cuntal mouth.
He lunged forward hard, fucking at least two inches of his cockmeat into her. The young nun snapped her head up, her body shaking violently. Fucked! She was fucked! And by a dog!
"No!"
Sister Katherine felt the red dog cock penetrating shallowly. She was crawling forward, swatting back at the beast, tossing him over on his side and off her body.
It just couldn't. She had come so close to degrading herself forever. She was panicked and burning with wild desire. Behind her, she could hear Thunder growling and barking angrily. Trying to get up, the young nun slipped on the hay and tumbled back to the floor. Thunder was atop her once more, snapping at the back of her head. "No!"
Her mind reeled as the big dog fucked down again. She squawked, her hands flying out in front of her, her forehead striking the ground. Fucked in a barn as if she were some sort of animal! Sister Katherine felt her mind going blank as that slimy cock kept trying to work its way into her tight virgin pussy. She could hear Sister Mary Dominic calling out to her, telling her to relax. All she could think of was the horror of that beast trying to fuck his cock into her cunt-and the horror of the fact that she wanted it.
"Uhhh...aghghhghhhh!"
Something had happened! Something terrible had happened! Thunder, in his excitement, had shoved down too hard, his prick having bounced off her pussy and fucked into her ass-hole. The young nun let out a cry, her eyes widening while her body shivered mightily. No one, nothing had ever touched her like that! The pain shot out to all parts of her body as the dog hung on for dear life.
"What's wrong?"
"Oh, oh, he's...he's doing it in me! He's fucking me...oh no, no, no!"
Sister Katherine let out another cry, her words drowned in the pain of the ass-fuck. Thunder flattened his head against the back of her head, holding tightly onto her, refusing to be knocked from her back again. He was whining, trying to understand why it was so hard fucking this particular moaning woman.
"Uhhh, oh it hurts! It hurts!" the nun squealed, her face a mask of contorted pain.
Sister Katherine bobbed her ass up and down, clawing at the loose hay with both hands. She could hear the dog puffing and panting behind her. She waited, wondering what the animal had in store for her. She thought of the way she was, doubled over, on her hands and knees, enduring the big animal while he fucked her shitter.
"No, oh, he's got the thing in my...in my
Sister Katherine couldn't say the word ass-hole. Perhaps if she had, Sister Mary Dominic could have done something. Instead she crouched there, feeling the pain, enduring the agony of having the dog's knobby prick fucking into her ass. She screamed louder when Thunder slipped yet another inch of his cock-meat into her. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around her ass-hole. Then Thunder jerked back, pulling his prick out a little more before sending it fucking back into her ass-hole. Her shitter felt as if it were tearing at the top!
The German shepherd began his fucking movements, his big furred body moving sinuously against hers, his tail sticking straight out and brushing against the tops of her heels. Sister Katherine felt more pain of his fucking reaching higher and higher in her ass. She wept hot tears, panting heavily, hardly able to catch her breath as the hot, spicy sensation of being ass-fucked shot like tiny fires into her ass guts then ricocheted out and pricked her clit.
Thunder paused for a moment, then began fucking in and out faster and faster. The nun squeaked, feeling her cunt going into tremors of need. Sister Katherine felt torn in two, wrestling against the dog while her mind reeled and exploded time and time again. She moved back against the animal, feeling his furry belly caressing the backs of her thighs. He seemed to want to split her ass wide open, the way he was fucking her. That sliding, that wonderful back-and-forth movement in her ass was sending shivery thrills up through her ass guts.
Sister Katherine tossed her head about, feeling the tempo of the dog's fucking increasing.
He was growling, making odd high-pitched little sounds in his throat. He was driving her wild with his fucking, shoving back and forth, quickly speeding up his cock-strokes until the nun thought her ass would catch fire. Heat sliced into the sides of her throbbing clit as Sister Katherine neared her own climax. She grunted with the effort of keeping up with the animal's fuck-strokes.
They were terrible, awful words, but ones she meant. Her body was covered with a slick sheen of perspiration as she backed into the dog again and again. Fucking. Fucking. She was fucking, even if it was in the ass! The young nun went wild, hearing the dog's groaning sounds behind her.
Then there was the sensation of something terribly hot and wet spurting into her ass-hole. She screamed, pounding the ground with her doubled fists. He was cumming, shooting his cum-load in her ass-hole. The thick, spurting masses of the dog's cum burned the lining of her ass like jets of jellied gasoline. The woman's cunt snapped shut on nothingness. Her ass tightened on his cumming prick.
Cumming. Cumming. All those delightful stories she had heard as a child, those terrible stories that used to keep her up at night fighting with herself were coming true now. The dog was sticking his prickmeat into her shitter, filling up her ass, fucking his cock deep into her and blasting his cum out.
"Huhhh! Huhhhh!"
Too much! It was just too much for her to stand! Her overheated cunt exploded, lightning-like jolts of delight knifing into her clit. The young nun wept, jerking her ass from one side to the other. She fought to keep some semblance of sanity as her climax exploded again and again and again.
"Oh, Sister," Sister Katherine groaned, falling onto her side. Thunder pulled out, wheeling around and bobbing his head up and down while licking at his shrinking prick. "I don't know...I don't know what I've done...oh, my God!"
Sister Mary Dominic took her in her arms and comforted her, listening to the steady chiming of the church bells. What a day this had been.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sister Mary Dominic was still curious about this Mr. Jensen. More than once she had seen him around the chapter house. But he was always doing business with Mother Superior. And there was no way she could interrupt the dry, old, suspicious nun. She had questioned Sister Katherine quietly during a pause in prayer, feeling her heart contract when she thought one of the other sisters had overheard them. But they were all focused on the altar, their heads bent modestly while the organ music played.
"Please, Sister, no more," Sister Katherine begged, tears in her eyes as she moved away from her.
There would have to be another way to see this mysterious man, a man who had begun to fill her dreams as she lay quietly in her cell, now ignoring the sorrowing crucifix nailed over her bed...
The opportunity came two days after Sister Katherine had been ass-fucked by the German shepherd. Mother was ill and asked Sister Mary Dominic to oversee the purchases for the large kitchen. Sister Katherine, who normally did this sort of thing, had grown increasingly withdrawn, and Mother was afraid her nervous behavior would somehow spoil a sale.
Obediently, Sister Mary Dominic agreed, not believing her good fortune. Nothing would happen, of course. She had done things with a dog. But that was different. A man fucking her, holding her, kissing her, making love to her was another story. That, although she dreamed nightly of it, was out of the question.
Still, she could see this man and come to some sort of conclusion about him.
Later that afternoon she saw a large, clean black Ford pickup truck circle the compound and come to a halt in front of the main house. Mr. Jensen. She knew it had to be him. Folding her apron neatly on the counter, Sister Mary Dominic walked to the porch, holding her hands modestly in front of her. In a moment she saw him-tall, ruggedly handsome, muscular, tilting his straw cowboy hat back and wiping his mustache with the back of one hand.
Sister Mary Dominic swallowed hard, feeling a tightness around her chest. No wonder Sister Katherine felt odd around this excitingly handsome young man. And the convent was doing business with him? Mother was surely foolish for throwing this kind of temptation in front of her charges!
"You're a new one around here...and the prettiest of the bunch...if I can say that kinda thing," Mr. Jensen said, grinning from ear to ear.
"We don't think in terms of earthly beauty, Mr. Jensen. Mother is ill, and has asked me to take over. I'll do the best I can."
"I'm sure you will," he said, winking slyly at her as he backed from the door.
There were various contracts to read over, long lists of figures concerning purchases for the kitchen. Sister Mary Dominic did her best, trying to remember all the business matters about running the convent while at the same time all too terribly aware of the handsome farmer's presence.
"Mr. Jensen, there's just one-"
"Why don't you call me Hank? Everybody else does around here."
"All right, Hank. I'm having difficulty in understanding these figures. I don't think I've ever seen expenses for these and-"
"Why don't you come over here? The light's not very good in that corner. Maybe it'll be clearer if you can see what you're doing."
Sister Mary Dominic blushed, nodding and walking toward him. She realized in a moment he was purposely and suddenly blocking her path. Her fingers trembled against the paper while her eyes dropped. Her heart was pounding so hard while her cunt seeped hot moisture and seemed swollen open under her full-length black skirt. This was not supposed to happen.
"You're not like the others-you know, skinny or fat with wire-rimmed specs. No," Hank said, shaking his head sadly, "too bad you're wrapped up in something like that." He was pulling at her gown.
Sister Mary Dominic pulled away, her face burning intensely. "Please, Mr. Jensen."
"Hank," he corrected.
"Hank. I don't think this is appropriate conversation for business."
He threw back his head and laughed, a hearty, male laugh that sent shivers racing up and down her skin. Sister Mary Dominic could well imagine someone like Hank fucking her, holding her down, doing all sorts of marvelous things to her body. Oh, what terrible, awful thoughts!
"I think with you it just might be the right thing to say," he said, grinning. "Mr. Jensen!"
Sister Mary Dominic turned away from the big farmer, aware of how alone they were and how quiet it was in the chapter house. She was afraid her face would reveal her wicked thoughts, the smoldering desire that threatened to explode at any second. She had thought she had schooled herself to be under control. But this man was doing something to her, prying out all the wild feelings in her-just as the dog had. She realized her breathing was shallow and rapid.
Hank had noticed this too.
"Perhaps you could come back at a later time after I'd had a chance to study these figures and see if they're accurate," Sister Mary Dominic said nervously.
"I don't think that's necessary."
Sister Mary Dominic had to get away. She had to end this little game quickly and send this bold man on his way or...or something would happen. But Hank wouldn't let her go. His nostrils flared, flared as Thunder's had the first time he had smelled her pussy. Had Hank smelled her hot cunt? Sister Mary Dominic felt she couldn't get her breath. Dropping the paper, she put one hand to her tits, closing her eyes.
"You okay?"
"Yes, fine. Please, don't...don't do this."
The big farmer flashed her a broad grin, circling her waist and drawing her close. Sister Mary Dominic resisted, pushing back against that hand, pushing back against it the way Thunder had rubbed against her earlier. She was utterly shameless, a discredit to her faith and her God. But how could she fight that itchy tingle making her cunt tighten up once more while juice trickled maddeningly through her pussy thicket?
"You're a wild one," Hank whispered, kissing her cheek, then gathering up the coarse gown in his fingers. "You're better than the other one who kept giving me those cow's eyes every time I came near her. A house full of women and no man. I'll bet there are more like you, just wanting a man to fuck 'em."
"Mr. Jensen, I..."
His lips were so hot. He was kissing her on the side of her face again, his hands rubbing over her ass, gripping the firm ass-cheeks, squeezing them together. Sister Mary Dominic felt herself losing ground. She nearly giggled. She had to be mad, insane to be doing this right in the chapter house. Who knew who would come in and spot her? Was she some kind of slut? Some kind of nymphomaniac?
"Let's get out of here. I don't want one of those Madonnas coming in and finding us."
Sister Mary Dominic liked the use of the word us. Already she was considered involved with him, even though nothing had happened. Even now as he pulled her through the kitchen to the back door, she knew she. could have resisted. One shout would have brought help. But instead the young nun followed obediently, eyes down, her long skirt swishing between her shivering legs. There was his truck. Was he going to spirit her away in it?
"Too much attention," he muttered, scratching his chin thoughtfully. Then his eyes rose and took in the barn. Again there was no one around. He scanned the area, then turned to Sister Mary Dominic. She could hardly breathe, putting one hand to the base of her throat and struggling for air. "Meet me inside. We're gonna have ourselves a good time, Sister."
She watched as the big farmer swaggered off, his fingers jammed in his back pockets. He was whistling some western tune as he left her and meandered toward the barn. She could turn and run into the house, forgetting what had happened. But could her cunt forget that touch, the way he had talked to her, the promises he had suggested with that hot, wet kiss? No. She had to see this through. Watching him disappear into the red building, Sister Mary Dominic looked around, then began walking toward the barn.
It was as if she were walking to her destiny. The rubbing of her swollen cuntlips against one another made her weak in the knees. Wiping her sweaty-damp palms on her skirt, the young nun paused for a moment, turning about and giving the countryside another quick scan. In the distance, she could make out several of her sisters in the fields. But there was no one nearby who could have possibly seen Hank walk into the barn. Swallowing hard, the nun opened the door, closing it silently behind her and slipping the large board over the braces. "Over here."
She caught her breath, looking at Hank, who by this time had stripped off his hat, shoes and shirt. His big muscular chest seemed to fill the room as she walked toward him, feeling terribly incongruous in her religious garb. The soft banging of the rosary against her thighs seemed to accuse her of some terrible crime.
"I don't know about this," she said, her eyes cast down.
"Sure you do. You just don't wanna admit it," Hank countered, grabbing her and pulling the nun up against him.
Sister Mary Dominic didn't try fighting him this time. She felt him kissing her neck. Sister Mary Dominic closed her eyes. The hand she'd pushed him away with last time fluttered to the curve behind his neck. She wanted to hold him hard against her. She could feel his tongue, his teeth as he began kissing her once more.
"Oh, Sweet Holy Jesus, this can't be happening to me, it just can't."
She knew she had said the same thing when the dog had attacked and fucked her. Still, the thought of getting fucked by anything made her breathless. It was all so new to her, so sudden. And this was her first man! Sister Mary Dominic felt his fingers taking off her gown, pulling it slowly from her body while he kissed her. She felt suddenly cooler, more free. He had pulled off her long gown and now was fumbling with that large, clumsy brassiere all nuns were forced to wear. Her white cotton drawers were next, sliding past her knees to her ankles, gone.
She was naked, a nun stripped of her habit, of her religious trappings, and now only a woman panting and gasping into the mouth of her male lover. His fingers were touching her large red nipples. In a second Hank was lowering his mouth, his tongue gingerly wetting one dark areola. Sister Mary Dominic let her head fall back, a soft moan escaping from between her lips. It was better than the dog, far better having a man touching her, holding her.
"Oh yeah, you're hot, real hot. I can smell that pussy from here. You've been waitin' for this for a long time, and you're gonna get it...in spades, Sister," Hank promised.
The young nun hoped he was as good as his word as she nearly fainted in his arms. It was good, so very, very good being touched like this. He was moving her back, back from the stalls, back from the door, his hot crotch rubbing against hers. She had been fucked by Thunder's prick. Its pointy end made the initial entry easy. But now Sister Mary Dominic remembered pictures of a man's prick-thick, blunt-nosed, and very long. Could she take something like that? How big was Hank? From the cock-bulge in his crotch, she guessed very, very big! The young nun panted, still trying to catch her breath as she back-stepped with the big farmer, her head spinning.
"Here."
He was lowering her to the ground. While she was outside he apparently had constructed a kind of makeshift bed-straw gathered together and several large pieces of cloth stretched over it. He never stopped holding her, setting the young nun on the cloth, then sitting down next to her. Sister Mary Dominic felt her cunt wetting the material under her ass. He was touching her all over, making her ass squirm on the fabric, her thighs spreading for those wonderful warm, caressing fingers.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
"Man, Sister, come on, fuck it out, fuck it out for me," Hank growled, slipping one finger into her cunt and fucking it back and forth.
Sister Mary Dominic went wild, her tongue flicking deep into his mouth while she bent her knees and raised her legs slightly from the floor. She could feel her thigh muscles tensing, ridging against her flesh while her ass jerked about the blanket. The young nun could feel the soft material gathering up under her ass as she groaned into the spit-slicked kiss. She wanted it all. She wanted more fingers in her pussy touching her, caressing those itchy, slick cunt walls, touching her clit. More than that, the nun wanted the farmer's cock in her. She wanted to experiment, to test the sensation of being fucked by a man and compare it to being fucked by a dog.
"Ohhhhh, yes, yes, that's so good, so very, very good!"
She was brushing her ankles up against his sides, facing him, having both her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. She could feel his hot masculinity pouring through her as she wiggled up closer to him. He was still wearing his Levi's.
Why was he still wearing his jeans? Oh, she wanted them together, squirming against one another, his naked body pressing hers to the ground just like all those phantom lovers had during her erotic dreams in the convent.
"Man, you're gonna burn up my fingers if you keep bein' so hot."
"God in heaven, I can't help myself," she panted throatily, caressing the sides of his neck while squirming her ass up to him. "It's impossible for me to stop. God in heaven, I can't stop myself."
"That's all right, baby. I'm gonna make you forget about that damned convent. It's no place for a woman like you, anyway," Hank consoled, rubbing his fingers over her nipples yet again.
Sister Mary Dominic let out another cry, bouncing her ass up and down in a wild frenzy of sexual joy. He was touching her clit, pressing down on the sparking knob, sending hot flashes out to all parts of her body. Her muscles tensed and spasmed all over as if someone had shot thousands of volts through her. The young nun felt her tits slapping together while her ass-cheeks shivered with lust, sensitive to Hank's massaging, squeezing touch.
"Oh, Hank, Hank...oh, this is so good, so good it's gonna kill me," Sister Mary Dominic groaned, twisting up to him once more.
"No, baby, you're just comin to life, and ol' Hank's gonna make you feel fine...better than pray in' to all those fuckin' statues in there," he said, jerking his head in the direction of the chapter house.
Sister Mary Dominic should have corrected him, should have moved away from this madman who questioned her faith and calling. But instead she threw herself onto him, impaling herself on his words, wanting to impale herself on his prick as he worked her up to a wild sexual frenzy.
"Wh-wh-what are you doing t-to m-me?" Sister Mary Dominic stammered, feeling him rolling her over onto her belly.
"I like to take my women this way-at least the first time. Doggie style."
Her cunt snapped with a sputter of heat at the sound of those words. Doggie style! She felt his fingers hook around her hips, pulling her ass up while tucking her knees under her tits. She turned her face until it was sideways on the blankets, her hands placed on either side of her body. She didn't have the strength to push herself up. No, she was just kneeling there, her ass high in the air, her pussy crack very hot and wet and terribly exposed to view. She could hear Hank smacking his lips back behind her. Then she felt his fingers again, those fingers working along the insides of her thighs, then forcing apart her cuntlips so he could work them once more deep into her cunt. "Uhhhhhr
He bent forward, putting his mouth to her pussy while still touching her cuntlips. Sister Mary Dominic's mouth opened, a rush of hot air blowing over her teeth. She felt his mouth touching her cuntlips, his tongue that had driven down her throat now lightly touching the puffy, wet outer pussy labia, licking at the sensitive membranes, then dipping down into her cunt-hole while his fingers helped excite her pussy more and more.
Her chest heaved while she felt the flooding juices of her cunt seep from the deepest parts of her cunthole. The tickling of his kisses was so much more delicate than the rough and hurried tonguing of Thunder's maw. But in a way she missed that natural, uninhibited tongue licking, and she wagged her ass from side to side in a silent plea for more pleasure.
"More, eh baby? You'll get it."
He dove into her pussy, sucking hard, jerking and fucking his tongue in and out while drinking up her pussy juices. Sister Mary Dominic stretched out one hand and began to claw at the loose straw around her. She rocked from left to right, inhaling sharply while she licked her dry lips time and time again. He was rimming the mouth of her pussy, dipping into her cunt at times, then moving back until he reached her clit and flicked his tongue against that sensitive bud.
"Oh, what are you doing to me?" Sister Mary Dominic cried, feeling herself floating high above the barn floor.
"Just what you want, baby, just what you want," he said thickly, pushing her closer and closer to that final edge.
CHAPTER SIX
Sister Mary Dominic felt him scouring her cunt, licking and lapping down into her pussy, touching all those super-sensitive slick hot spots between her legs. More than once she felt those tiny muscles cramping almost painfully, sending shocks of hot pleasure exploding through her cunt.
Hank laughed throatily, holding her pussylips apart with his fingers and diving down even deeper. She loved the ticklish, prickly rub of his mustache against the insides of her ass-cheeks, the feel of his front teeth pressing against her pussy walls! Biting down on the cloth covering the straw beneath her knees, the young nun jerked her thighs and ass up once more, giving the stud farmer more of her pussy to eat.
"Yeah, Sister, yeah."
He slapped her ass playfully with the flat of one hand, making the white, shivering ass-cheeks jiggle and pink up under the playful blow. Sister Mary Dominic bobbed her ass up and down. Oh, and now he was tonguing her lower back, licking over all the bumps of her spine, coating her with his spit much in the same way Thunder had when he attacked her. She groaned, her body shuddering at that spitty touch. She dug at the cloth with her curled fingers, tossing her head. Fucking. Fucking. She wanted him fucking her the way Thunder had fucked her. Her breathing was out of control, shallow and gaspy and hot.
"Man, baby, you ready for my prick?"
Yes, yes, she was more than ready. She was prepared for him, her cunt flooding out more and more juice. Sister Mary Dominic was burning down there. Her tits ached for another touch, another pinch, another caress from those wonderful fingers.
As if he could read her mind, Hank reached down, looping one hand under her belly and stroking her belly button. When he reached her right nipple and squeezed it, the nun went wild, her knees slipping apart and lowering her ass a bit.
"Uh...huhhhh...huhhhhhh!"
"Get that ass up there, Sister. Can't fuck you if you got that thing hangin' down to the ground."
He slapped her ass again, pushing her up until her pussy came into full view again. It was so hard, so difficult for the young nun to keep herself together while her cunt was exploding like that. He had to move her around, think for her while she rutted like a mindless bitch whore in front of him. And when he touched her clit again with his tongue, sucking up more of her flowing pussy juices, the nun growled and bobbed her ass back and forth. More friction, more sensation of being filled. She wanted him, wanted him as badly as she wanted air in her lungs. Then came that sound, the wonderful sound of a zipper opening. She was so weak. If only she could turn around and see what he was doing behind her.
"Ohhhhh!"
It was better than pictures, far better than anything she had ever seen in her life. A man's cock-that long, thickly veined thing jutting out from between his legs! The double-lobed cock-head was thick and purple, filled with blood while the blue veins throbbed against the pink flesh. And those balls underneath! The woman licked her lips once more, panting heavily as she stared at the monster that was going to pierce her cunt and drive her insane!
"I don't know if I can take it...I don't know," she whispered.
"You a virgin?"
Sister Mary Dominic shook her head, hoping he wouldn't ask who had fucked her. She thought of the German shepherd once more-of his furry coat, of the warm rub of the hair against her back as he had mounted and fucked her. Oh, that had been a banner day in her life! And this surely would be another.
"Didn't think so," he muttered, drawing one hand over his mouth. "But then again, someone as hot as you couldn't keep a prick outta her for long."
She loved his filthy mouth. Sister Mary Dominic wanted him to talk dirty to her like this all the time while he was fucking her. Twisting her head around, she watched as he spread his knees. He was hunkering down, hunkering down just like a dog did for power. He was going to fuck her without mercy. And she wanted to be fucked hard.
"Holy Mother, forgive me," she whispered as she crouched in front of the big man, wanting to sacrifice herself on his cocklance.
"Your Holy Mother ain't gonna help you now, baby. You want this bad, real bad, and I'm gonna shoot it right to you."
"Uhhhhhh!"
"I don't believe this. I don't believe all this is happening to me," she murmured, turning her head and staring at the wall.
She could hear Hank inching up to her, moving up against her body, holding her while his prick slid up against her ass. It was almost the same sensation she had experienced when Thunder had mounted her and was blindly stabbing his cock against her ass. But this was different. Hank knew what he was doing. He was just prolonging the ultimate moment, teasing her, teasing himself while still caressing her body. And then she felt his cock rubbing against her cunt.
"Feel it?"
"Yessssss, oh yesssss!"
Her ass jerked and danced for his prick. She wanted to run from the thing and yet have her pussy fucked again and again by it. She felt one hand shove up under her belly between her widely spread thighs. She felt the hot prick settling against her cuntal mouth. Her pussy juices were coating the fat cockhead.
The young nun let out a long, low moan, her eyes fluttering open, her jaw slackening while drool dribbled from one corner of her mouth. It was far better, she thought, than when Thunder had climbed atop her and shoved his cockmeat in her pussy. Hank was taking his time, moving his body slowly, his hips shifting from side to side so she could better feel his fucker squeezing into her ripe, juicy cunt.
"Man, it's hot and wet down there, baby. I knew it when I was eating you out. But Christ, it's a real treat feeling something that good rub-bin' up against my prick," Hank whispered.
They both had to whisper. Neither of them had the strength to talk as they fucked there in the quiet barn. Sister Mary Dominic finally drew her head from the cloth, shaking it like a mare, feeling her cunt peeled open, stretched by that fucking cock. Hank was sliding his knees up a little farther, bending over and kissing her back.
It was all the young nun needed. She shoved back against him, feeling her heart beating hard.
Hank fucked in deeper, riding her up, nearly knocking her knees from the barn floor. She loved it, loved the sensation of that prickmeat pushing her cuntal walls open, fucking into her until she thought the cockhead might be scratching her tonsils. She wanted to be stuffed with his cock, split open by the monster until the cum drowned her in a white sea of delight.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me good!" she cried, not caring any longer about her behavior as a nun.
"Yeah, Sister, gonna fuck that cunt till you cum your fuckin' brains out."
The nun gasped with wild delight, tossing her head back and forth. She loved riding his prick, bobbing her ass up and down frantically, her breathing becoming more and more labored. Perspiration ran down the sides of her tits and thighs, leaving long silver rivers of sweat. Her nipples were long and red and hard while her ass jerked back and forth, back and forth over the pulsing prick. The sound of fucking, that wonderful squishy sound of a fat cock plowing through wet, clutching cuntmeat filled the barn. Sister Mary Dominic couldn't believe the sensations rioting through her brain.
Fucked! She was being fucked by this wonderful stud!
Then he slowed his movements, pulling his prick back slowly. Sister Mary Dominic bit her lower lip until she tasted something salty and warm. Blood. She had to punish herself, had to castigate her errant body for having so much pleasure. The nun loved the feeling of her cuntal walls squeezing shut behind the retreating prick, the itchy membranes squirming against one another in a vain attempt to satisfy the achiness driving her mad. Long strings of drool still oozed from her mouth as she pranced her ass high. At times she could feel Hank's fingers pressing against her hips as he fucked deep again.
"Uhhhhh, fuck me, Hank...oh yes, fuck that thing into me."
Sister Mary Dominic liked being under his control, enjoyed having him bending over her, fucking her, being her confident human male lover. She wiggled in his grip, excruciatingly aware of her helplessness. He rode her down onto the cloth, holding her, kissing her, fucking her.
"Man, oh, man, you're the...uhhhh...the best fuck I've had in a long time," Hank confessed, shaking the sweat from his face. "Really?"
A flash of pride shot through the young nun. The best, and he had been her very first, not counting the animal. Then that pride turned into something else, something much more intense when he rubbed his strong, flat belly up against the rounded curves of her ass. He was climbing her, mounting her, fucking powerfully into her squishy, wet cunt. His prick made those sexy noises as it fucked deep into her hot cunt.
It was heaven, more like heaven than anything she had felt while praying before the Cross. Sister Mary Dominic jerked back and forth, wanting it all, wanting him to fuck her into oblivion.
"Close, so close, so very close," she whispered, shaking her head wildly.
Hank eased his cock gently from her cunt. Sister Mary Dominic liked that sensation, the feel of the hot streaks of her cunt juice dribbling down. She was soaked, frothing with the fluids of her excitement. She'd never been so wet. Her mind was a kaleidoscope of sexy thoughts. She wanted to fuck every way there was to fuck with this man. He was rubbing his cock against her clit now, feeling her back, then reaching around and squeezing her nipples.
"Gotta do it. I'm gonna pop in you, or like this," he muttered.
"Fuck me, then, fuck me!"
Sister Mary Dominic's voice squealed high and loud. She didn't care any longer if Mother Superior found her or not. She didn't care about those accusing looks Sister Katherine had given her after the dog had fucked her. All she cared about was that wonderful prick starting to fuck deep into her cunt once again.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! In! In! Oh, do it to me! Do it to me!"
Sister Mary Dominic was a whore rutting under Hank's masterful fucking. She was babbling and jerking while chilly rushes of excitement ran up and down her twitching white thighs. Hank worked his young hips with a building fucking tempo. The juice seemed to erupt in spurts from her cunt as he fucked her, wetting the cloth under her.
"Oh, baby, baby, come on, do it, do it with me!" he urged.
Sister Mary Dominic ground her hips hungrily up in the air. She was going to cum. Oh yes, she was going to cum, and cum hard! Hank pulled back again, holding his cock just inside her milking, convulsing cuntal folds. She felt her body shake all over in a way that was strange to her. Her ass was just hanging there and shivering as she waited for the cock-knob to be speared back into her pussy. She cried and twisted her hips from one side to the other. Hank was raking pure pleasure from her soft cuntlips.
"Cummmmmm..."
The word bubbled from her mouth as the young nun teetered dangerously on the verge of her climax. She could see the dark abyss below her. She wanted to wait, wait until she felt Hank blowing his cum-load in her cunt. Instinctively, Sister Mary Dominic knew that would bring out more sensations from her pussy.
"Bitch! Damn it, cunt! Fuckin' Jesus, gonna shoot my jizz right in your cunthole!"
"Ohhhhh, shoooooot!"
The revelation made Sister Dominic explode. She felt that white-hot core of joy explode over her, knocking out all thoughts except those dealing with her climax. She twisted and yelped, her body jerking from side to side and slamming back against Hank's. There was the sensation of something fire-hosing in her guts, something very hot and wet and sticky spattering against the walls of her pussy. But then her cuntal muscles took over, squeezing down, holding that thick hunk of prickmeat as it spurted out more and more wads of white-hot cum.
She loved it, loved every damnable second of it. Backing up again, Sister Mary Dominic jerked her ass for the last time, her pussy muscles tensing, relaxing, then tensing again while the stud farmer blew the last of his cum-load into her sucking fuck-hole.
"Ohhhhhh..."
Sister Mary Dominic came and came and came before her pussy finally relaxed around the softening prick. Hank grunted, pulling his cockmeat out slowly. Sister Mary Dominic groaned as she felt his cock slipping from her fuck-slot. All that fluid, all that hot fuck-slime was running down the insides of her thighs--her cunt juice, his cum! The thought made her weak again.
"That was fuckin' unbelievable!" the farmer gasped, shaking his head while caressing her white ass. "They all like that in there?"
Sister Mary Dominic smiled, shaking her head. "I'm the only heretic, I guess. Perhaps I should talk to Mother about leaving the order altogether. I can't be a nun after...after what
I've done," she confessed, shuddering as she turned around and faced her new lover.
"What else've you done?"
She thought of Thunder, thought of what someone like Hank would say if he were to know she had fucked with an animal. Lowering her eyes, she silently closed the conversation, drawing her arms modestly over her tits. She felt deflated for the time being, satisfied by that wonderful prick. How long would that last? How long would it be before the nun needed another prick, another fucking session like this to calm her? Would it be Hank? Or would Thunder come back into her life?
"Here. You can't go back in there looking like you just had the fuck of your life...even if you did," Hank said with a broad grin, handing her a towel.
"Please, perhaps it's best if you don't see me for some time," she whispered, drawing her cotton drawers over her thighs and trying to keep her gaze away from him.
"I was thinking along different lines," Hank said, coming up to her just as she'd hitched her bra. He was holding her around the waist lightly, making fucking movements against her crotch, making her feel wanted, like a woman.
"Please
"I'm going to tell your Mother Superior I need some of you girls up at my place for an afternoon to help sort through our accounts and whatever. You're going to be the one who comes," Hank said, arching his eyebrows.
He gave her a little pat across the ass, smoothing his fingers over the thin cotton, then sliding them up under the leg band and poking her ass-hole with one fingernail. Sister Mary Dominic let out a sharp little cry, jerking her thighs forward.
"She will never believe you," the nun said, shaking her head.
"She'll do anything if she thinks I'm gonna raise the price of my food. Believe me," he said, kissing her hard on the mouth, then pushing her away gently. "Now, you've gotta get dressed and inside."
Sister Mary Dominic agreed, quickly dressing and moving to the barn door while Hank pulled on his boots. She flashed him a quick look, then slipped out of the barn door and walked briskly toward the chapter house.
How good she felt, how wonderfully good! The sky seemed bluer as she strode across the courtyard. Was this the crisis of faith others had talked of? Was this the "dark night of the soul" she had heard so much about? The nun thought that was supposed to happen years later. It didn't matter. Climbing the steps to the porch, feeling the slick rub of her cuntlips against one another as she stepped into the chapter house, Sister Mary Dominic could only think of one thing-fucking.
And as she passed Sister Katherine, who had been looking from the window at her, she only smiled, barely aware of the other nun's presence. Yes, she would have that talk with Mother later. Prayers, devotions, vows, novenas-none of these were for her any longer. Thunder and Hank had showed her that. She had to be out in the world, not buried in this comfortable and yet suffocating universe filled only with frustrated women. She would take her place outside with the others, perhaps with Hank.
"Sister, could I..."
Sister Katherine had begun to speak.
"Later Sister. It's time for vespers," Sister Mary Dominic said, putting one finger to her lips and nodding to Mother, who had been watching them sternly from the doorway. Oh, what a relief it would be to leave this place!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sister Katherine had seen it happen! She had seen it all and felt responsible for what she was sure had gone on there in the barn! Having come into the kitchen, she saw Mr. Jensen kissing Sister Mary Dominic. What was worse she had seen the nun kissing him back, hunching into him, not caring who happened to come in. Hiding, she watched as the two slipped into the barn to...to fuck. Sister Katherine felt her face burn with shame as she thought about it.
The two of them in a disgraceful embrace, naked body against naked body, his...his thick cock slipping into Sister Mary Dominic as if she were his lawful wife! Disgusting!
And yet...and yet something in the nun responded to that thought of fucking. She had been lured into letting the dog do things to her, things she still prayed the Lord would forgive. He had fucked her in the ass, sodomized her! And all that had happened under the watchful eye of Sister Mary Dominic. What was worse was the delightful sensation she had experienced during that obscene act! She had never felt something so good, so wonderfully all-encompassing as that fuck. The dog had held her, embraced her, then rolled her back and fucked her while her cunt had exploded.
How confusing it all was! Sitting there alone in her cell she was unable to read her prayer book. Closing the small prayer book, she draped the black beaded rosary over the night stand and cracked open her door. She had to get out. Perhaps some fresh air. Even though it was against the order's rules to leave the house at this time of night, she had to clear her thoughts of those evil ideas. Fucking.
Tiptoeing down the darkened corridor, she passed the holy Madonna in the corridor, silently crossing herself and bowing her head as she shuffled shame-facedly by. Wearing only her plain white cotton nightgown the young nun slipped through the halls like a ghost, turning toward the cavernous kitchen.
"I can't go on like this, I just can't," the confused nun muttered as she moved blindly through the darkened chapter house.
She was about to slip outside when she saw something low moving in front of her. Frozen with terror, she stopped, one hand over her heart. Was it the devil? Surely he had read her heart and was smiling with hellish triumph. It was yet another soul snared in his net. She stepped back, her heart thudding madly, her legs trembling as she expected to feel his claws close around her neck, the floor open up and tongues of flame begin to burn her body for eternity.
"Oh!" It was Thunder.
Sister Katherine closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting out a sigh of relief. The animal yipped quietly, rubbing up against the backs of her legs. Normally she would have cringed at his touch. But now, confused, horrified by her own thoughts, the nun stood there, drinking in the sensation of having the dog's body pressed against hers. It was nice, pleasant, a good feeling. She began feeling somewhat very warm and moist happening between her legs. It was that hot, furry spot, that area swelling up even now as the big animal whimpered through his nose.
He wanted her again. He wanted to lick her cunt, to fuck her. Sister Katherine hadn't come out here for the dog. But now that he was here, now that he was in front of her nosing up her gown, smelling her cunt, enticing her, it was difficult not to respond. There was no one around here. Mother was doubtlessly asleep or up saying her late prayers. The others were sound asleep-even Sister Mary Dominic, no surprise considering what she had done this afternoon with that stud farmer Hank Jensen.
"Here, boy, here Thunder."
Sister Katherine snapped her fingers softly, looking around. Not the barn. She disliked the odor of piss and shit hanging in the air like some fetid, horrid perfume. But where could she go? Moving forward, bending to one side as she ran her fingers along the dog's furred back, the nun led him past the kitchen, past the chapter house's reception area toward the chapel. It was thickly carpeted in there, and dark. Cracking the door open Sister Katherine peeked in. Not a soul. Only the candles flickered, giving the room a ghostly look.
She shivered. Having sex here, in front of the Cross, it was too much. But Thunder had no knowledge of religion. He sensed this would be the place he would have his treasure, and he nosed her cunt more frantically.
"All right, Thunder, all right, doggie."
Sister Katherine closed the door, reaching around and pulling a heavy pew across the door. She could think of something, surely, should someone come in and find the door barred. Her back to the altar, Sister Katherine cross-crossed her arms, pulling her long white cotton gown from her body and laying it carefully across one of the pews. She looked down, her lithe, smooth body seeming to take on a strange glow in the light of the flickering candles. She stretched out both hands imploringly to the dog, feeling the ache in her pussy grow into a pulsing want, a need.
Thunder moved in quickly, his tongue out. Leaning against a pew, the nun felt the dog's head butting between her thighs, spreading them widely apart. The sudden penetration of her cunt by his tongue brought out a fiery shiver that spread fast over her flesh. Weakly, she tried to keep herself braced up against the pew. But her own lust was sapping her strength. With a moan of defeat, Sister Katherine sank to the floor, her head banging against the back of the pew.
"Oh doggie, it's just you and me now. Oh, fuck me, Thunder, fuck..."
The words came naturally to her as she rolled on the thick carpeting. She choked, trying to get the air back in her lungs while Thunder was making those funny whimpering noises in his throat. It was so wonderful, even if it was happening in this holy of holy places. She touched those pointy ears, feeling his hot, panting breath against her right wrist.
"Oh, I'm a nun! This isn't right! It just isn't," she whispered, not really paying any attention to the words bubbling from her mouth.
She squirmed her ass around, banging her left knee against the back of the rear pew. The dog moved in, opening his powerful jaws and sinking his fangs into her thigh. Sister Katherine let out a small cry, jerking her ass forward, clawing her fingertips against the thick red carpeting. When the pain became too sharp, the young woman opened her body to him again. Letting out a small yip of triumph, he wriggled his nose deep into her cuntal crack. It was what she had wanted all along!
Sister Katherine groaned, tossing her head from side to side while she felt his sloppy licking tongue fuck deep into her cunt. Oh, she wanted it there now, not in the ass where she had had it several days ago! The nun still winced when she thought about it, the way he had held her down, making it impossible for her to squirm out from under his body as he fucked her ass. How painful it had been. And there was Sister Mary Dominic, watching while touching herself!
"Uhhhhh!"
But now, now this was different. She was alone with the beast, and he was paying attention only to her! She sucked in another deep breath, feeling her lungs fill with oxygen as the dog licked again against her clit. Sister Katherine liked that, liked it a lot! She petted the dog excitedly with the soles of her bare feet, rolling her eyes up and staring into the blackness above her.
"Oh doggie, oh Thunder, this is...is wonderful!"
Sister Katherine twisted around, pushing the hair from her eyes. She raised her knees lightly, looking at the animal between her spit-flecked thighs. The sound of the dog's mouth stroking her steamy cunt was enough to put her out of her mind. It was then the nun realized her hips were moving against the carpeting, the sensation of the piling pricking her ass-hole making her more excited. The dog was at her feet now, mouthing her toes and ankles. It was the musky smell of sex on her flesh that made him like that. What else could explain it? The nun looked heavy-lidded at his movements, then fell back onto the carpeting. He was licking her knees again, up to her thighs, then at last eating out her naked cunt. Sister Katherine pressed herself up to him, opening her legs until she felt the big muscles in her ass cramp with the tension. She was giving him all her cunt to eat.
"Uhhhhh!"
She was going to cum if she let the dog go on that way. Reaching down between her legs, the young nun pushed him away, feeling her wet cunt throb and pulse on the verge of climax.
"No, Thunder, not yet. Oh no, boy, doggie, I don't wanna cum yet." Her words sounded strange in this holy place.
All the nun could think of was Mr. Jensen, the way she had caught him and Sister Mary Dominic in the kitchen, and then the sight of them leaving to go to the barn. She thought of him and shivered, imagining she could feel his warm fingers touching her all over, touching her cunt. Just at that point Thunder had begun licking over her clit. A wild picture of that stud farmer doing the same thing flashed through the nun's mind. Sister Katherine yelped, kicking both legs out as a particularly powerful spasm shot through her cunt. She banged her ankles repeatedly against the back of the pew as her body shivered and jerked in the throes of pre-orgasmic spasms.
She was a bitch, a bitch nun. The thought appealed to Sister Katherine as she rutted there under Thunder's petting tongue. She liked the thought so much she drew Thunder more closely to her body, feeding him her pussy without reservation.
"Thunder...ohhhhh, God, do it to me!"
The dog was more than obliging. His rubbing tongue was excruciating, making her swing her hips wildly from side to side while keeping her legs up high in the air. She could feel his spit drenching her soaked cuntlips, dripping down her thighs, her ass. Sister Katherine was careful, however, not to roll back too far. The nun remembered that had happened the last time when Thunder had become too excited. She wasn't about to have him fuck her in the ass again. The young nun wanted to feel his prick in her cunt. She no longer cared about her cherry, about her vows to God and Church. She wanted to feel the same delight Sister Mary Dominic doubtlessly felt with this dog and with Mr. Hank Jensen. "Uhhhhhh!"
Thunder was lurching forward and eating her cunt with a wild appetite. His snout moved up and down through her fuck-slot, forcing the inner tiny labia apart, stretching her pussy until Sister Katherine thought he might tear something. It was what she'd been waiting for all those days-the sensation of someone touching her pussy, stretching her cunt, shoving something down in her cunt. Oh, this was much better than those dreadful prayers that made one so depressed! Sister Katherine yelped like the dog, writhing her shoulders against the carpeting. Drawing her fingers up along her tits, pinching her nipples, the nun held onto the big dog for all she was worth.
"Doggie . . .oh, Thunder, Thunder, this is it. Oh, God in heaven, you're more than I could ever hope for," Sister Katherine whispered.
The nun had managed to keep herself under vocal control, realizing Mother's bed was nearby. She couldn't arouse the old nun without the severest of consequences. Calming herself a bit, Sister Katherine continued petting the German shepherd with her toes, drawing her thighs back, back until she had her knees pulled away from her pussy as much as she possibly could. He licked her cunt appreciatively, dribbling his spit all over her. Doggie spit. She didn't care. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more the nun liked that idea. She wriggled her ass invitingly around once more, feeling all the muscles in her body tighten and cramp with excitement. Doggie spit was dribbling down from her cunt, trickling into her ass-hole.
"Ooooooo!"
Thunder was doing something new now. She felt him nibbling around the puffed outer lips of her cunt, letting those fangs tease all her nerve endings. The effect was devasting! Sister Katherine curled her fingers, digging the nails into her sweaty palms while cinching her eyes tightly. A pulse beat in her head as she arched no her spine, pressing her shoulder blades hard against the soft carpeting. It was wild, the most hot, wild thing she had ever felt in her young, religious life. A dog biting her there! And there was no pain, no fear, only the hot, tight, itchy pulse of climax coming right around the corner!
Sister Katherine panted heavily, rubbing her back raw against the carpeting while beating her heels against the humping back of the large dog. She wanted him, wanted him now! The tongue fucking in and out of her cunt just wasn't enough for the panting nun. She had to have it all, just the way Sister Mary Dominic had. If she couldn't have the farmer, she would have her friend's other lover.
"Uhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"
Sister Katherine humped her back hard, beating her head and ass against the carpeting. The dog was growling along with her, the hair around his neck bristling with the wildness both of them felt. Again he growled, tossing his head.
"Oh, good God, God, God!"
Sister Katherine jerked up, clawing at the dog's thick-furred neck. She urged him on, then restrained him when the biting made her wince. She felt deliciously vulnerable, and at times in danger. But just letting him hurt her in this was wonderfully exciting. She wheeled around on her ass, her feet banging against the wall.
Something fell. One of the Stations of The Cross.
Sister Katherine giggled, feeling a kind of delightful power surge through her. She was desecrating this altar, fucking here with this animal and tearing the altar down at the same time. Her cunt shut tight on the dog's tongue, milking it, pulling it in. Oh, it was time to do something more than just let the animal eat her out. Sister Katherine inhaled deeply, remembering her cherry, remembering this would be a first for her.
"Doggie, oh, do it to me! Oh God, Thunder, fuck me in the cunt!"
She whispered the terrible words, her face streaked with perspiration. Flames of hot goodness licked up her thighs, burning her clit. The places between her fingers and toes tingled. Sister Katherine felt the dog moving in once more, his forepaws braced against her inner thighs. He was opening his maw now, taking her cunt in his jaw and shaking it gently as if it were a rabbit or something. The nun went crazy, wallowing her body on the carpeting as she felt both sets of fangs sinking into the hot, wet, swollen cuntmeat. His tongue was still lapping over her pussy, touching her clit while he held her like that.
"Mmmmmmm! Oh, Thunder!"
The dog pawed at her thighs as if he wanted more. Sister Katherine was glad of that move. She wanted more from him, as well! The nun cried out as she felt his tongue entering her cunt, sucking out more of her juices. He rolled and licked around the ring of sensitive pussy muscles, making them convulse and tighten around his muzzle. It was very close to the feeling of being fucked, she guessed. And now she wanted that feeling for real. Again the nun struggled through the excitement that had dulled her brain, pushing Thunder away.
"Fuck me, Thunder, fuck me doggie style."
She had seen dogs fucking one another on the beach. Her mother had blushed, telling her all sorts of stories to hide the real truth from the girl. It had been her brother who had unveiled the act of sex, and that very crudely. Now she remembered that scene, those two animals fucking on the beach. And the young nun wanted it to happen to her. She rolled around onto her hands and knees, spreading her thighs widely apart while tilting her ass up.
"Please, Thunder, please, do it to me now, fuck me!"
Her words were hoarse, running together as she crouched there in front of the altar, her tits hanging sexily down. Her naked belly sagged just a bit as the dog pawed at her, sniffling around her ass, then smelling her cunt once more. The young nun then felt both paws brace against her ass-cheeks. In a moment he was sliding up, pressing against her ass, wriggling over her back while balancing himself against her spine. She had done it! Crouched there like a bitch in the street, she had managed to get the dog mounted atop her.
"Uhhhhh, oh Thunder, you feel so good, so very, very gooooood!"
She shivered, her shoulders shaking as the animal crawled on top of her. The feel of his paws scratching against her sides, of his furred belly warming her back, of his bushy tail swishing across her heels made her shudder with lust and excitement. The nun let her head drop a bit, her forehead touching the carpeting. She jerked her ass back, wriggling it, feeling her muscles tense from the added weight of carrying the big dog on her body. Thunder responded by moving around, his hindquarters pattering about while his prick slid all the way out from its furry sheath and rubbed into her cuntal crack. She wanted to be fucked by that dog cock.
"Thunder, do it now, do it!"
The nun curled her fingers into the carpeting as if that could keep her mind from exploding again and again. Thunder arched his spine slightly, then hunkered down, holding her tightly with his forelegs while shoving forward mightily. With one powerful lunge, the German shepherd fucked his prick right into the nun's cunt.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Ohhhhhh!"
Her pussy muscles had tightened protectively, keeping the big dog cock from touching her cherry yet. Sister Katherine was more than aware of this problem. She even thought now about letting the animal fuck her only part of the way. The thought of losing her cherry to a dog still left her a bit uneasy. But when he began fucking slowly, touching her clit all the time with his cockshaft, the nun lost all her thoughts of not letting him tear out her cherry. She wanted to feel that thing rodding her all the way.
"Fuck it out, doggie! Oh, Thunder, fuck me all the way!"
Thunder tightened his grip around her belly, flattening his head between her jutting shoulder-blades. Sister Katherine liked that feeling, the sensation of his powerful head pressing against the back of her neck. She could feel his panting breath moving the curly tendrils just behind her ears. At times she could hear him whimpering softly, letting out soft cries of delight as he fucked into her.
The nun wriggled her ass appreciatively, curling her toes until they cramped, drinking in the sensation of being fucked. And then Thunder fucked down harder, the tip of his cock spearing against her cherry. The dog whined in confusion, unable to understand why his cock wouldn't go all the way. Sister Katherine let out a cry of pain. The pressure against her cherry was causing her some agony. She fell forward, grabbing at the legs of the pew for support, tightening her fingers around the wood as she felt her cherry start to tear free of its anchorage.
"Ohhhhh...agghghghhhh!"
There was a sharp jolt of pain, a shock of agony as the animal tore through her cherry. Sister Katherine twitched as if she were experiencing convulsions, her knees shooting apart, her ass dropping. Thunder whined in confusion, keeping himself braced atop the groaning nun while holding his prick in her pussy. Sister Katherine tried crawling away from the pain, only to be stopped by the German shepherd's insistence on keeping himself atop her.
"Thunder, oh God, God, you're so...so gooood," she whimpered.
The pain was slowly going away as she crouched there sobbing, hot tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. In its place was a pleasant throbbing sensation, the same one that had driven her mad earlier. But now there was another feeling, one that was nearly as important as the pulsing in her clit. It was the sensation of being filled, really filled for the first time. She could feel his cock all the way in her now, pushing aside her inner organs, throbbing up against her cuntal walls. It had taken her over.
Sister Katherine pushed back, pulling herself back to her original crouched position, feeling her stiff, itchy nipples rubbing sexily over the carpeting. A dull roar was going on in her head now while the animal began fucking back and forth, in and out of her cunt. "Uh! Uh! Uh!"
Her pussy was tight, so very tight. But Thunder didn't seem to mind. He seemed to like the hot cinching of her pussy against his cock-meat. The nun smiled weakly, shaking away the perspiration and tears rolling down her face.
She felt her insides being pulled out as the dog withdrew, then being itchily shoved back in place as he fucked back into her cunt. Now her plump ass quivered with each doggie fuck-thrust while her clit burned and burned with the tickle of his animal hairs against it. It was starting to drive her insane again. The young nun bucked and thrashed under Thunder's insistent fucking.
"Thunder! Oh, do it, boy, do it to me! Ohhhhh, God, fuck me good with that thing!"
Sister Katherine whispered encouragement to the big animal as he fucked down long and deep. She could feel something different in his movements now, a need, she guessed, to purge his cum, to impregnate the female. The thought of that happening soon drove her further along the path toward cumming.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!"
It was the brutal stabbing of his prick that made her tighten her cunt muscles. She felt the powerful ring of her cunt clamp down around the base of Thunder's prick just as his movements had become the most violent. The animal howled, jerking his head up, his paws tightening hard around her upper chest. Katherine struggled against him, feeling the dog squirming atop her. His breath was panting heavy and hot against the side of her face. With her muscles so tight, she could fee the steady pulsing of his prick as his balls tried to pump all the cum out into her pussy. "Nooooo!"
The nun was shutting off the tube that ran along his prickshaft. She knew she was stopping the animal in the middle of his cum. Even though this was the first time she had fucked, she knew it instinctively. Thunder's yelps became louder as he thrashed wildly above her. For one mad moment the nun relished her control, her superiority over the animal that had fucked her down into the floor.
Sister Katherine pranced her ass around wildly, still holding onto the dog's cockshaft with her aching cunt. It hurt her to hold him for very long. But she was starting to cum now. She could feel those itchy, rushing tickles that maddened the ruby-red bulge of her clit. "Ohhhhhh!"
She clawed her fingers along the carpeting, pulling up some of the piling between her fingers. She released the tenseness, feeling her cunt soften around the animal's prick once more. The dog grunted and lunged down as if he were rabid. She hadn't realized the pooch could stab her pussy so deeply and so quickly as he was doing now.
"Uh, no, no, no!"
It was too much, far too much for her to stand! Sister Katherine thought surely they would find her in the morning, sprawled naked there, doggie cum trickling from her cunthole, dead from a heart attack.
The dog was biting her neck now, then licking her all over while still keeping his prick buried all the way in her cunt. Sister Katherine couldn't keep her crouched position for long. She fell over, feeling the dog still holding onto her. They were on their sides now, Thunder fucking wildly into her, relieving himself of more sexual tension while dumping wad after wad of his doggie jizz in her pussy. Sister Katherine cried out, feeling another series of climactic spasms knife through her clit, making her legs shiver and jerk as if someone had touched her with a cattle prod.
"Ohhhhh...cummmmm! Oh Thunder, you're making me cum again!"
She couldn't control her own body as she came and came and came. The animal was shaking now, licking the back of her neck while giving her a few more hunches. It was wonderful, the best thing that had happened to her since she had taken her final vows for a nun.
"Fuck!"
The word wasn't dirty at all now. It had taken on a deeper, more mysterious connotation. She liked what it meant and reveled in it.
Thunder began pulling away from her. She shivered, feeling his softened cockshaft slide past her cuntlips. She was emptied now, abandoned as the animal pulled off and began licking his prick.
"Oh, Sweet Jesus, I'm such a mess!"
Even in the candlelight, she could see blood smeared on the insides of both thighs, most of it already dry. The nun swallowed the last bit of excitement, rubbing her fingers over her upper arms and trying to recapture some of the feelings that had turned her into a rutting bitch moments ago.
"Oh, Thunder, you deserve some kind of reward," the nun said, picking up her gown and sliding it over her body.
The big dog whimpered, looking up from between his legs, still licking those fuzzy little balls. Sister Katherine put both hands against the side of the blocking pew and shoved it back in place, opening the altar door and checking down the hall. No. All her cries had been muffled enough by the thick walls to protect her and the dog from disclosure. Only someone with their ears pressed against the door could have heard her crying out with joy the moment she came.
"Here, boy, come here."
The dog pricked up his ears and scrambled to his feet, following the nun down the darkened corridor to the kitchen. Sister Katherine could see some of the nuns had already pulled out things for breakfast the night before. Glancing up at the clock, she saw it was nearly two-thirty. It would be only a short while before some of them would rise and begin breakfast.
"You deserve something better than dog food for your performance."
She tiptoed all the way into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door and fishing around in the back until she found some ground beef someone had wrapped to be used later. They were all so thrifty at the convent. It was something Mother had instilled in them, a kind of vow they learned and took. Thunder looked on, his tail wagging slowly in anticipation. Unwrapping the ground beef and seeing it was far from frozen, she set it down in his yellow food bowl Mother always kept near the back door. Stepping back, Sister Katherine watched the animal go after it ravenously, hacking at the meat with his teeth. Sister Katherine bit her hp as she watched. He was just an animal, just a dog. And yet he'd done things to her a man hadn't.
"Beautiful, wonderful dog," Sister Katherine whispered to herself, feeling as if she were losing her mind. She could feel the cum oozing from her cunt slit, dripping down her thighs and drying there. He had fucked her, had fucked out her cherry, had made her cum twice powerfully.
She yawned, scratching herself through the loose-fitting gown. She should take a shower. But the sound of running water would surely wake up members of the order. No. That was fine. She would sleep like this, thinking of the way she had lost her cherry, of the delightful sensations that had sparked and sputtered from her clit while the big German shepherd had fucked all the way into her cunt.
Sister Katherine watched, finally turning from the eating animal as he finished his meal. She felt him rubbing affectionately against her as she made her way back to her cell.
"No, Thunder, no. I've got to sleep," she whispered, gently pushing the dog away.
Sister Katherine smiled to herself, closing the door gently, then lying down on her narrow, clean, sterile bed.
What would Mother Superior say if she were to know her watchdog was servicing two of her nuns? Something like a vicious thought entered her mind. She could just imagine Mother sitting behind her large desk, her eyes rounded, her mouth pulled into a thin scar as she began revealing what both she and Sister Mary Dominic had been doing. The old woman would sit there until her outrage finally boiled over. What would she say about the bestiality going on, about the way the two of them were carrying on with her watchdog? Mother certainly would fall back in her chair. She would be clutching her heart, her lips moving and no sound coming out while her gray eyes widened.
What shame they would bring down on the order!
Sister Katherine rolled onto her side, curling up in a fetal position as she wrapped her arms around her body. Yes, it would be fun. But it would be more fun just keeping quiet and enjoying the affections of the big dog. She sighed, happily closing her eyes and savoring the memory. Thunder-that wonderful, wonderful Thunder-fucking her, tearing away her cherry, sending hot streamers of his cum into her itchy cunt and making it convulse even harder! Now she wanted to fuck that dog all the time. Sister Mary Dominic could have her farmer. She just wanted the big-cocked dog.
With these wicked thoughts, the young nun fell into a deep sleep...
The next morning, Sister Mary Dominic had just left the chapel, praying for her own soul as she began to have doubts about what she had been doing at the convent. Mother was there, a stern look on her as she folded her hands together. Behind the old nun was Hank Jensen, a faint grin on his lips. Sister Mary Dominic could hardly keep her composure.
"It's early, Sister, but Mr. Jensen insists you accompany him to his farm along with Sister
Katherine as a kind of back-up. He says he has some problems with the figures dealing with the commerce between us and him. I insisted he bring his books here, but Mr. Jensen is adamant," Mother said, turning to him and giving him a look of extreme displeasure. "I don't like my sisters leaving the convent this way. But..."
She made a helpless gesture, folding her hands back in the folds of her gown. Bowing her head she backed away.
"You will return in time for Nones, I hope. If not," she said, turning once more to Hank, "call me. This must be settled immediately."
Sister Mary Dominic could hardly believe this vile lie was taking place. Could Sister Katherine know what was going on in her mind? They had shared that night together, the night when the dog had fucked them both-in a way. Did she know about her and Hank? Sister Mary Dominic tried to catch her friend's eye, but the other nun purposely kept her head turned away.
"Well, shall we?"
Sister Katherine was gasping, unable to grasp what was happening to them. She couldn't believe the boldness of both Sister Mary Dominic and Hank Jensen. She knew they had planned this. It was so obvious. She wanted to demand to remain at the convent. But she felt her cunt swelling.
"Remember, before Nones," Mother called out as they climbed into the small truck.
Sister Katherine said nothing all the way to the farm while Mary Dominic questioned Hank in a business-like way. The drive was tediously long. When they arrived Sister Mary Dominic said something about wanting to go over the books alone with Hank. Then the three of them could review the matter. Sister Katherine blushed at the lie she was hearing, wanting to pull her friend to the side and say she didn't have to bother with this charade any longer. But Hank was there, watching the two of them, smirking at them both. No. She would play along, pretend to be naive, "You can walk around out there, Sister. Plenty of room, and time to contemplate. OF Pal can keep you company and protect you."
Jumping from the porch and barking happily was a large black German shepherd, much larger than Thunder at the convent. Sister Katherine looked down, feeling tears rush to her eyes. Was there no escape for her? Was she going to have beasts pursuing her all her life? Would she have no man, nothing but dogs fucking her? Then the bitterness of that thought disappeared. Perhaps Pal was just a friendly dog, a watchdog meant to keep visitors company while his master was...was upstairs fucking. Again the bitterness came back as both Hank and Sister Mary Dominic disappeared in the big house.
"Pal? Let's walk, Pal."
Inside the house, Hank was already grabbing Sister Mary Dominic, tugging at her gown, pulling it from her body. The rosary clanked to the floor, the nun's right foot crushing one of the beads.
"Stop it, please. Sister Katherine might come in and see us."
Hank threw back his head and laughed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"So what? She's probably just as hot as you are. And if she ain't, shit, she'll just pray for your soul."
"No, I'm a nun," Sister Mary Dominic said, surprised at how false that sounded now.
"You're a nun like shit! You're a bitch, my bitch. If you had any sense you'd be shucking off that damned costume and come live with me, baby. I need something like you in the sack to come home to."
"No, please
Her protests were cut off by his hard kissing, his tongue sliding back to her throat while his fingers removed the rest of her gown. Sister Mary Dominic felt herself whirling around in a sea of passion, her bearings gone, the only thing real about all this being the hands caressing her and that hard lump of prickmeat pressing out from his Levi's.
"Fuck me, just fuck me," she whispered, her head tilting back as she stepped from her cotton drawers.
"You won't have to ask me twice on that one, baby."
Sister Mary Dominic felt herself being picked up, her body hugged tightly against his as they made their way to his bedroom. Oh, where would this all end?
CHAPTER NINE
Sister Katherine hesitated, her fingers nervously fluttering around her lips as she looked at the big house. What were they doing in there now? Was he fucking her? Were they naked, their bodies sliding over one another, his mouth on hers? Or perhaps he was sucking her cunt, touching her down there the way the dog did, licking down deep while squeezing her tits and nipples! Just the thought of something like that happening made the nun nearly faint with fuck lust.
She gasped, closing her eyes, feeling the world moving beneath her feet. It was wrong, wrong for this sort of thing to happen. But rather than revulsion or outrage, Sister Katherine felt jealousy and envy. She turned from the house, feeling left out.
Next to her, Pal was whining, his head tilted up, his eyes rolled up to meet hers. Sister Katherine smiled wanly, reaching down and petting his head. She had just started doing things like this and suddenly...suddenly she felt like an old pro.
"Well, boy, let's see if you know anything about women. Nuns, in particular," she said, her smile fading as a powerful spasm hit her cunt.
Looking around, the young nun noticed a barn similar to the one at the convent. It offered privacy, the same kind of privacy Sister Mary Dominic and Hank had now in the house. Sister Katherine let out a bitter laugh, frightening the animal for a moment.
"No, boy, nothing wrong. Come on, Pal, come on in-and let's play."
The dog trotted behind her, his tail high in the air, his mouth open happily while his tongue hung from one corner. Her fingers nervously held onto the door, opening it while her eyes shifted back to the house. Quickly, she stepped inside the barn, the dog following.
It was far more of a barn than the one they had at the chapter. There were horses in there, several of them, all with their heads pushed over the low stalls and staring curiously at this woman in black. Sister Katherine put one hand to her heart, a little startled at this find.
Sister Katherine stepped forward, her shoes sinking in the soft hay. The stallions watched her nervously. She had never been this close to a horse, and she felt the overwhelming presence of power engulf her. She shivered, rubbing her fingers together, feeling something overwhelming strike her. The nun approached the big horses tentatively, looking over them all, then finally choosing the one farthest from the door. Was it something in his eyes? She didn't know. Pal trotted behind her, sniffing at the hay at times, looking up at the horses who seemed to know and ignore him.
"Nice, horse, nice..."
Sister Katherine felt her cunt heating up terribly, an odd prickly sensation making her skin tingle. It was the same kind of feeling she'd had when Thunder had begun nosing her. "What am I doing?"
She felt her fingers grow icy. She should leave, should rush from the barn. But there was something about that stallion, something that made her feel a need to touch the animal. Biting down on her lower lip, she moved toward the big black stallion, stretching out her hand and touching him. He whinnied nervously, nodding his head up and down while swishing his tail from side to side. But the animal stood his ground, staring at her with those huge eyes.
In a moment the nun found herself moving into the stall. She really hadn't intended doing this. Sister Mary Dominic and Hank were fucking in the house, however. What was she expected to do? Watch? The more she thought about them, the more the nun was shamefully aware of the friction of her slick cuntlips over her clit. It was happening again. Only this time, a horse rather than a dog was exciting her. Sister Katherine drew back putting both hands to her mouth and shaking her head. No. no. It couldn't be happening to her. Not this. Not here. But the itchy pulsing in her cunt told her otherwise. Shuddering, shivering, the young man put her hands to her face and felt just how hot her cheeks were.
Sister Katherine moved forward, keeping her hands on the animal's muscular, sleek sides. She had read somewhere that if you keep talking to a horse while touching him you won't frighten the beast. She murmured something, always keeping her fingers against the stallion's sides, feeling her own heart beating so rapidly. She leaned forward a little more, her body rubbing up against the horse's. In a flash the nun realized she was caressing the horse, feeling his warm, sleek body. Her feet sank in the soft hay a little more as she inhaled sharply, smelling the piss and shit strongly now. But somehow the odor didn't bother her.
Her cunt seeped more hot juice while subtle throbbing of delight raced up and down her moist cuntal crack. Sister Katherine shivered once more. Closing her eyes, she felt the power of her cunt muscle throbbing against her cotton drawers. Moving her hands up and down, she drank in the touch of the big stallion's sides against her fingers. Then the nun thought of something else, of the stallion's prick, of the few dirty jokes she had heard about men who were "hung like a horse." She pulled her fingers away from the beast, trying to regain some control of her mind. Stepping back, the nun turned around, looking down between his hindquarters and gasping.
"Oh, it's true!" she gasped, clapping her hand to her mouth.
It was true. She had never seen something that big in her young life! And that was the thing the horse used to fuck with? It was an outright miracle he didn't kill the mares with one savage thrust. But this was God's world, and she was certain He had made a good plan. Moving back around, Sister Katherine felt her nipples stiffening as she walked slowly up to his bed, tracing her fingers along the graceful, curving lines of his chest. He was such a handsome beast, such a good-looking and powerful animal. And he was standing their patiently, snorting every now and then, watching as she walked back and forth, caressing his flesh.
"Good horsie..."
She was touching his big head now, feeling him nuzzling against her tits. It was delightful, making her flesh tingle and glow all the more. The nun found herself looking back at that big prick once more. It was so long, so black, so huge and thick. She shuddered, feeling her pussy muscles tensing and relaxing, tensing, relaxing, making her cuntlips open and snap shut like the valves of a clam. What could she be thinking of? What would it be like having something like that horse cock squeezing into her cunt, fucking all the way into her until...until she was spitting out horse cum from between her lips? Sister Katherine shook her head, pressing her flushed cheeks against the horse's sides. Yes, she was thinking about that, wondering if there was some way the animal could fuck her. "Uhhhhh!"
What was she doing? What on earth had come over her? Why was she kneeling on the straw now, back by the stallion's hindquarters? She was staring at the big, bobbing prick, her eyes wide while that thick fucker jerked and twitched in front of her. The stallion pranced back a few steps, shaking his proud head, swishing his tail vainly back and forth. Sister Katherine liked that show of power, of haughty independence. She groaned, biting her lower Up, waiting for the big horse to calm a bit before she began touching him.
"Easy, boy, easy..."
The nun found herself touching his right flank, her fingers rubbing against his flesh tentatively at first, then with more confidence.
Curiosity drove her to touch his cock. The big stallion shivered but stayed still, his eyes seeming to grow larger as he stared straight ahead and snorted. She rubbed her hand up and down his cock, feeling the loose black outer flesh tighten around his long cockshaft. It had to be at least a foot long. His cock certainly was bigger than anything that had been in her cunt or her ass-hole.
There was another rubbing sensation against her, making her start for the moment. Turning her head, Sister Katherine saw it was Pal, staring at her inquisitively, whimpering through his nostrils. He too must have smelled her hot cunt and wanted some of the action. Two animals, both lusting after her! Sister Katherine let out a sharp laugh, feeling she must indeed be going crazy. Sister Mary Dominic was with a man, fucking her brains out while she was here crouched in a stall, touching a horse, being touched by a German shepherd. She shook her head, her jumble of guilty thoughts shattered by the horse's impatient stomping.
The nun let out another shivery breath, moving her fingers down until they were touching his prickhead. How hot and smooth that cock flesh was. And how the horse liked being touched there. He jerked his head up and down, snorting, his mane jerking about with his nodding movements.
"Oh, horsie, what am I doing to you?"
Sister Katherine drew her hand back as if she had touched a burning stove. No. No. This was asking too much of her! She stood hesitantly in front of the stallion, her cunt so hot she was crying, biting her lip, feeling her fingernails stabbing into her palms.
Then the image of Sister Mary Dominic and Hank flashed through her mind, an image of coupling bodies with the sounds of delighted moans. She closed her eyes, shaking her head violently.
"No, no."
But she found herself undressing in front of the animals, pulling off her religious garb, ignoring the impatient buttings of the shepherd as she pulled off her wimple, her dress, her bra, those horrid cotton drawers that looked more like a man's than a woman's. Sister Katherine noted the stallion stared at her with a growing interest.
"Yes, boy, yes, we're going to have fun." Sister Katherine stood now by his right flank, feeling the slightly jutting bone peeling back one cunt lip and brushing against her clit. The nun let out a low moan, her head tilting back while her fingers curled into the stallion's warm, muscular flesh. If only he could lick her, touch her the way Thunder had, and the way Pal wanted to. Another powerful spasm punched into her cunt, making her knees shake and rub against one another.
Steadying herself for the moment, the nun pulled away and moved forward, bracing herself against the forward opening of the stall. There it was, a large box in the aisle. She knew if she angled herself just right on that overturned thing, the horse could lick her pussy easily. She could hardly walk, the barn seeming to spin around her. Sister Katherine grabbed the box and pulled it back to the stall, checking it for nails. Nothing. Good. She pushed back all thoughts of guilt, of perversion as she overturned the crate and put it in front of the stall. Yes, she could tell she had been right. She would be just at the right angle for the horse. Oh God, God, it was going to happen!
CHAPTER TEN
"Do it, horsie! Come on and do it, horsie! Oh God, sweet Jesus, do it to me!"
Sister Katherine bobbed her plump, firm ass high in the air, her fingers grasping the edges of the overturned box for support and balance. She moved back, angling her ass up, straightening her knees while backing into the animal. Surely he could smell her hot cunt by now. The dog had. Horses were supposed to have an acute sense of smell, weren't they?
"Oh, please, please, lick me!"
The stallion hesitated only for a moment. Moving forward, dropping his head, he sniffed at the cunt presented to him, his long pointy ears flicking back and forth, his black muzzle shivering with excitement. She could hear him now behind her, hear the heavy panting, the snorting as he continued to smell her juicing cunt.
"Uhhhh, oh horsie, horsier'
Her hands gripped the wood crate, her mind spinning as the first lick nearly knocked her from the crate. The horse moved his head around, snorting with pleasure, drawing that long, broad pink tongue back over her pussy, pressing it into her cuntmeat, touching all the right places. Sister Katherine babbled frantically, clinging to the box, feeling that delicious hot, wet pressure again and again against her cunt. "Oh, oh, it was so good, so damned good feeling that horse licking through her pussy gash.
"Uhhhhh, do it, do it!"
Pal was jumping around, barking angrily, licking her flushed face at times, then peering around and watching the black stallion service the young, rutting nun. Several times Sister Katherine tried to speak. But each time she opened her mouth, only low moans escaped.
That touching, lapping, licking sensation of his broad tongue robbed her of the words she wanted to say.
Moving her ass from side to side, she felt so good, so very, very good. The horse was concentrating on the lower section of her ass now. She could feel those long, licking swaths against her ass. She liked it! Oh, how she liked having the horse touch her like that! She was starting to feel the delicious sensation of his hot spit cooling against her warm flesh. She straightened her arms once more, fearing she would lose her balance and topple from the crate if she weren't careful. Blinking her eyes open, the young nun bobbed her ass up and down again, encouraging the animal, grinding her teeth as she felt her cunt getting very close to climax. Hot and chilly flashes speared through her cunt, making her body twist and writhe against the horse's tongue as Sister Katherine wished somehow she could get his prick in her pussy.
"Fuck...oh, fuck!"
The nun couldn't believe the flashing icy chills racing up and down her spine now. Every square inch of her body was alive as she thought of the two of them-the nun and the horse-having sex right there in the barn. Sister Mary Dominic and Hank were busy fucking nearby. But she was doing something different, something that made her gasp and twist like a rutting whore. "Uhhhhhh!"
She arched her back, loving the feeling of her big tits pulling at her chest. She wobbled there, gasping in lungfuls of air. Sister Katherine knew it would be soon when she would lose control and climax, cum right there with the beast's tongue in her cunt.
"Oh, do it, do it, do it!"
Sister Katherine panted heavily, feeling the sharp corner of the crate cutting into her belly as she scratched her nails over the loose hay on the floor. The nun felt her throat tightening while saliva gathered at the back of her throat. There she was, draped over the box, her ass high in the air and slicked with horse spit while her hands were stretched in front of her, pattering over the straw.
The horse seemed to tense her closeness to climax and began licking more frantically at her pussy, concentrating on her clit. His broad tongue pushed the thin cunt folds down again and again into the surrounding moist meat of her pussy. Sister Katherine went wild, feeling the world blow apart in front of her.
"Uhhhhhh!"
Tensing her thighs, pressing her knees against the crate, Sister Katherine jerked her ass up, wagging it from side to side like a dog. Pal was whimpering more loudly near her face, licking his tongue over her cheeks, her forehead, his tail straight out while his prick dangled wetly from between his hind legs. No. No. It would be over soon. It would be over. She would cum and the horse would lick her into oblivion.
"Oh, do it, horsie, fuck me!"
It was a vain command. The animal wouldn't be able to fuck her without killing her in this position. Still, Sister Katherine knew she could hope. Jerking, banging her knees against the splintery wood, the nun felt him snorting powerfully into her cunt. His hot breath blasted against her clit, sending that tiny sex spindle off into more delicious spasms. Soon. Very, very soon. She was going to pop off in a few moments.
Sister Katherine clutched at the crate, feeling her cunt about to explode. She was a mare, a rutting mare whinnying, going out of control, her head snapping up and down while the beast lapped up her pussy juices. She was so wet, so very wet with his spit and her cunt juice! The nun babbled with excitement, barely able to keep herself poised on that overturned crate.
The horse stomped nervously, whinnying, going back to her pussy and licking hard. He wanted her badly, wanted her as she wanted him. She could sense that. The hot pressure in her cunt quickly became more than the nun could stand. With a sharp high-pitched cry, Sister Katherine tightened her ass, dancing and prancing her shivering ass-cheeks over the stallion's snout. She was cumming with a fury.
"Uhhhhhghhghghh!"
Brilliant stars exploded in her head, blinding her as she came violently against the horse's snout. She was kicking up, bucking, twisting around like a wild woman while the big animal nosed and licked her pussy. Never had she felt something like this. And all the while Pal was nosing her face, licking into her mouth, kissing her with his tongue. She kissed back, licking him, grabbing the big dog and hugging him as her cunt blew apart, the cunt walls clamping down on the horse's tongue.
Sister Katherine had no idea how long her climax had lasted. She lay draped over the crate now, her arms and legs dangling. It was only then the nun realized there was someone watching her. Sister Katherine saw to her horror it was Hank and Sister Mary Dominic, the young nun's eyes wide with surprise.
"I...I can't explain this," she said, her face reddening with shame and guilt. She would have crawled from the box if she could have. But the powerful climax had robbed her temporarily of her strength.
"Oh, Sister..."
"I think it's great. Fuckin' around with the ponies, eh baby?" Hank said, walking around the half-conscious nun and soothing the still-stomping horse. "And you ain't fucked him yet? Man, he's hard as a rock. No wonder he's freakin' out. Come on, I'll give you a hand."
"Hank...Mr. Jensen," Sister Mary Dominic began, stretching out one restraining hand.
"Come on, baby. You had your fun with me upstairs. Let your friend have her fun."
Sister Katherine wanted to run from this horrid place. And yet at the same time she wanted to be caught and raped by that big black horse cock she'd touched a few moments ago. And there was Hank Jensen, going to help her with this grossly perverse act. She groaned, rubbing her belly against the crate, feeling her heart start to beat more quickly all over again.
Fucking. Fucking with the horse. She would be carrying on just as she had before with the dog in front of Sister Mary Dominic. Only this time the audience was larger, as was the cock.
"Oh, Holy Mother," Sister Mary Dominic whispered, crossing herself as she watched Hank lead the beast around until he was right up against the draped nun.
"Feel it, baby? He's gonna do it. He's gonna plug you right in the pussy, just where you want it."
Sister Katherine flattened her palms against the stall floor, letting out little cries of delight as she felt the horse tower over her. Hank was leading him to it, leading him to her pussy. She could feel something terribly warm against her ass-cheeks and knew instinctively it was the animal's prick.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
At first the nun thought she would need some help. After all, the horse's cock was colossal. But her cunt was wet and winked open enough to admit the stallion's cockhead without too much difficulty. She let out another cry, feeling the fat meaty cockhead pushing apart her outer cuntlips. The horse was centering his fucker right over her cuntal crack, positioning himself before lowering those shivering flanks. In spite of her previous climax, Sister Katherine felt herself hot once more, the thought of being fucked with something like the horse's cock stoking up her pussy. She purred then growled, frightening Pal as the horse shoved down. With a greasy, slippery slide, the head of his prick popped past the tense ring of her cuntal mouth and fucked into her pussy.
Sister Katherine's body snapped, the nun screaming with surprise and delight. She contracted her cunt muscles again and again, milking lightly at the giant cock without moving her hips or ass. She felt the rising heat in her cunt make her finally move, making her arch her back when the horse pulled his prick back.
The nun forgot about everything, about Sister Mary Dominic, about Hank, about Pal and Thunder. There was only her and the horse as she sobbed. Jerking her thighs up, the nun ground her clit against his cock, feeling him plunge down and fuck into her body even deeper. She dripped sweat, rubbing her belly against the wood, loving the pricking sensation of the splinters against her as she gave herself up to the animal's prick.
"Fuck...oh, fuck me, horsie, fuck..."
Bucking against the crate, jerking up, Sister Katherine was fucked all the way, her body impaled by the horse's monstrous prick. She let out another deep, sobbing breath as the horse fucked in again and again. An angry fire started around her clit, spreading to all parts of her body. Yes, she was going to cum and cum hard! Her whole belly seemed to bulge with cock. And then...and then...
"Yaghghhghhghhh!"
Sister Katherine came hard and fast, her legs kicking back and forth in fluttering strokes as she felt the horse's cum blasting into her cunt. The stallion whinnied and snorted, his powerful legs beating against the crate. Sister Katherine sobbed and cried, her head snapping back while her tits jiggled like pudding with the furious blasts of her own climax. And even when the horse's cock-thrusts faded, she continued to cum on and on, nearly fainting with the power of her stupendous climax. All she knew was that she'd had the biggest, hardest, strongest cock in the world.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
"Man, somethin' else! I knew half the women in that fuckin' convent house were nothin' but cock-hungry chicks," Hank said, leading the stallion away from the panting, half-conscious Sister Katherine.
"I had no idea you...you were going to do this," Sister Mary Dominic said, bending down and pushing the hair from her friend's eyes.
"Oh, don't worry, Sister. I wanted to do it. I still want to do it," the young nun sobbed.
Sister Mary Dominic drew away, feeling something like pleasure and guilt at the same time. She had led both herself and her friend into this world of depravity. Had it been because of the strictness of the convent, of the Church? Had it been because as nuns they had to bottle up their normal feelings, letting them out in strange ways? Sister Mary Dominic didn't know. All she was certain of was that they could no longer adhere to their vows. They would have to be part of the world and live with it. And, watching Hank putting the horse in another stall, she felt there would be other people like him who would help her and Sister Katherine adjust.
