Sister Mary Joseph sighed as she looked out of the window. She absent mindedly stroked her vagina through her habit and thought about sex. She really could not remember why she had taken her vows, married Jesus and decide to live at the convent where she taught Junior High. Sex had always been an important part of her life since she was thirteen, and she had only given it up since she started taking Catholic seminars.
She was so desiring of sex but she did not know what to do-Sister Mary finally decided to open her chest of drawers, and took out her bin-wah balls. She held the two shiny balls of metal up in the sunlight and heisted her habit above her knees. She thought of hard, thick cocks plowing into her moist insides as she pushed the ball against her clit. Leaving the other to dangle, she returned to her window sill and left her long, silky leg out of the cloth to jiggle back and forth and stimulate her. She thought back to her first real sexual experience, one of three successive ones that pushed her towards the decision of becoming a nun.
In eight grade, Sister Mary Joseph was then known as Noreen Burns. She was the most physically endowed girl in all her junior high in a small town outside of New York.
Jack O'Riley was a sixteen year old hoodlum, dressed in bad-ass clothes of the times, a black leather jacket, tight jeans, and black pointed shoes. His friends were the kind seen in every town across America at the time, the roughnecks that hung out at the pool hall, went out with the girls know as whores, and were always somewhat of a physical threat to everyone.
Noreen was the last person that God should have given such giant breasts to. She did not know what "fucking" meant, although Jack O'Riley frequently asked her if this was something she would like to do. He would always grab her around her tight, round buttocks in back of the pool hall alley when she walked home from school. She felt a vague sexual feeling as his rising crotch pressed into her stomach.
"So listen, Noreen. Do you wanna fuck after school someday?"
"Maybe, Jack. Please don't grab my bottom like that."
Mary walked home and over a snack of cookies and milk, she asked her mother what 'fuck' meant.
Her mother dropped her spoon in the stew.
"Where did you hear that word, Noreen?"
"From Jack O'Riley. He keeps asking me if I'd like to do it."
"You're never to use that word again. And you'll go to confession tonight for using it then."
And that night, Noreen did go to confession. Father Kelty almost looked as if he might laugh when she spelled out the word she had said.
"Honest, Father. I really don't know what I have done that is wrong. I have seen that word written on the walls before, but I don't know what it means."
"Well, my child. That is another name for sexual intercourse." The priest looked down in the cleavage of her dress at her enormous bosom.
"That word you must never use again. It is a vulgar way of saying sexual intercourse, which is the way that our Lord has designed for us to reproduce. I will explain the procedure to you. Remove your dress, my child."
The priest placed his hands on the smooth contours of her white, youthful hips, and shucked her panties neatly below her knees. He stroked her furry, virgin patch and removed her bra with his other hand.
"Your vagina is an organ of great, but evil pleasure, that you must not indulge in, until after you are married. It's real Godly purpose is to have more children, more Catholic children, to bring into the world."
The priest removed his black frock and pulled his shorts down revealing his hard, veiny erection.
"This is my penis, my dear, also an instrument of sexual pleasure. During sex, I would insert my organ into your own after it has filled with your sexual fluids."
Noreen could feel a slosh of juices running inside of her. She was thrilling to the strange, grotesque beauty of Father Kelty's tool.
"The Mother of God, the Virgin Mary, never had sexual intercourse, yet she had the baby Jesus. I won't violate your virginity, but if you will cover my penis tip with your mouth and suck hard on it, I will show you the sexual fluid that starts a child within your womb."
Noreen grasped his veiny mass with her hand, and nibbled on his head with her sweet, tiny mouth. The priest moaned from this long stayed pleasure. He stroked in and out of her mouth and reached under to grab and caress her soft, milky tits. Noreen stared at his pubic hair and found it exciting. She twirled it around her fingertips, explored his testicles, and sucked harder on his penis, trying to swallow as much of it as she could. She felt an exciting sensation welling inside of her vaginal walls and a rush of heat and desire gushing through her veins.
The priest was thrusting his hips in her face faster and faster as she continued to suck. As the climax built inside of him, he pulled out of her mouth and came in giant creamy gobs, bursting all over her face and tits and sliding off onto the floor. He broke out in a low scream as his orgasm reached its pitch.
Meanwhile, Noreen was locked in a strange fantasy of having the priest fuck her. She felt guilty, knowing this was a sin to want to violate her virginity before marriage, but the thoughts brought her a never-before-known sensual pleasure.
"Oh, Father," she cried. "Have I sinned? I imagined while I sucked on your organ that you were having sexual intercourse with me."
"Yes, my child. It is truly Satan's work, but you can remove it by repeating Hail Mary until the desire goes away. Say three Our Father's for your penance," he said, pulling his shorts up over his limp prick, feeling the relief of the ages.
Noreen left the confessional after getting dressed, in a strange state of confusion, and a burning desire clinging to her loins.
She wondered about sex on her way home from the church, and decided to take the route home past the pool hall she passed on her way home from school.
She looked in at the poolroom and saw Jack O'Riley with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, his eye on the pool table. The other teenage boys in his gang sat on the edge of other pool tables, talking about getting pussy. Jack looked up from his game, winked and said hello.
"Wuddya say, good looking? Did you decide to take me up on my proposition?"
"No! I just went to confession and had Father Kelty explain what that was to me. I'm staying a virgin until I'm married."
"Holy shit! You had a friggin' priest explain it to you?"
"Yes. I even sucked on his organ so he could show me what the stuff that starts a baby looks like."
Jack O'Riley played his cards very coolly.
"I don't understand what you mean."
Noreen explained it as tactfully as possible, but O'Riley pretended not to understand.
"Why don't we go out back in the alley and you can show me." Noreen left with him, and felt the wonderful, hot sensation inside of herself again. Joey whirled her against the wall and covered her with his body. He unsnapped her bra, and pulled her blouse down.
"Little girl, you don't know how much I have wanted to lay my paws on those beautiful tits of yours."
Jack kneaded her youthful breasts over and over in his hand and stroked her nipples until they were hard and tight and sticking out like raisins. He lowered his hands under her dress and grabbed her voluptuous buttocks and squeezed it.
"And your plump, round ass drives me crazy," he said, digging his fingers into her warm softness, and running them on the back of her thighs. O'Riley pulled her panties down and ground his mounting crotch into it. He pressed his mouth to Noreen's, and kissed her hard and passionately, churning his tongue violently inside with twisting neck motions that Noreen had only seen in movies. She whimpered so she could breathe through his smothering kisses, but he was unrelenting, only briefly breathing in hot short pants before he pressed his passion to her delicate face.
While he kissed her, he began groping for her cunt, leaking with excitement. He delved into her furry pubes, feeling them unfurl across his exploring fingers and he slowly rubbed her vulva. He began intrusively using his middle finger along her crack and plunged it in. It met with a flood of her heated juices and as he pryed inside of her more and more, he placed two, then three fingers inside. He unzipped his throbbing, rock hard tool from its cloth imprisonmetn and it boinged straight up in the air.
Noreen grasped the base of it and loved its sweating warmth filling her hand. Jack rubbed the penis head, already spilling with his chrystal semen across her cunt lips.
"So, you gave a blowjob to a priest, huh?"
"I did what?" asked Noreen surprised. She had heard about blowjobs in the same hushed, mysterious way as she had heard about fucking.
"Blowjobs. You know, sucking a prick off. Well, I want it baby, hard and good and then I'll fuck you."
O'Riley lowered her impassioned mass to his knees. She was a passive heap so excited by the newness of sex that she was ready for almost anything. She pulled his heated, excited monster into her mouth and lightly bit into it with her teeth, giving Jack a pain-tinged pleasure. She sucked on his prick in long strokes, sometimes giving a little gasp when she had eaten too much of it. Jack began thrusting his frenzied hips in and out of her when her sucking was flagging. His excitement was rising toward a feverish pitch and he felt he had to fuck her.
"Stand up, baby," he said, lifting her to her feet. "I'm gonna fuck you long and hard."
Noreen was ready for his total sexual onslaught and spread her knees apart. She guided his weapon of love near to her lips and was ready to have it plunge in. She remembered what the priest said.
"No, Jack, No! I can't let you! I've got to stay a virgin. The priest said it was a sin!"
"Well, that was one fucked up, corrupt, priest," he said as he thrust his hips back, ready to whip his manhood into her virgin cave. Noreen squirmed her ass on the wall, not allowing him to penetrate. O'Riley persisted and grabbed her arms until they were bruised, and prepared to slam it in her.
Noreen, out of desperation bit hard into his cheek, leaving bleeding gashes on his face. In pain, O'Riley released her to nurse his wound. Noreen ran from him.
Before she reached the alley exit, she tripped over a row of garbage cans. She fell in one, her sweet, round ass protruding her beaver and her small, tight asshole to Jack. Jack laughed at the comical sight and ran to her. He spit into his hand and lubricated his dick with it, all the time snickering. Noreen squirmed as he tightly grabbed her thighs, and lined up his cock head to her anus. He knew this would hurt her, and also give him a sexual thrill he hadn't felt in a long time.
Unmercilessly, he rammed his cock into her. Noreen screamed, but it only resounded within the garbage can. Jack moaned, then whooped with the sheer pleasure that her anal orifice provided for him. Her rectum clung to his erection like hot, greased velvet. He pulled her ass onto his dick, lifting her a few inches in and out of the can where she helplessly struggled, unable to get out.
He pummeled his might unmercilessly into her stretched and agonised colon, thinking only of his pleasure. He sped up his thrusts to the point where he could stop the friction and lay back and enjoy his orgasm to its fullest. He squeezed her pliable buttocks onto his cock and spewed his sticky jets of come all over her aching ass. He pulled her out of the trash can and left her lying on the alley pavement. Noreen moaned, a tired mass of aches and pains.
"I hope you liked it," he said, crouching his penis over her face. He wiped the dripping cream on his dick on her lips, and smeared his moist head all over her face and her eyes.
"And the best thing of all, Noreen, is that you're still a virgin."
"Not for long," said a voice from behind them.
Joey turned around to see two of his buddies, Frank Gilberto and Danny Offenburger standing behind him. Frank Gilberto was the known town hoodlum, and the biggest and meanest of all Joey's friends and the gang leader. Danny Offenburger was reputed to have a thirteen inch erection, as thick as a salami, by the girls in the town who slept around. Frank had his squat, thick cock out of his pants and was wrapping the chain he wore for a belt around it.
"Look out, Joey," Frank said, and he lowered his massive six foot body across her tiny frame. He ravished her small pretty mouth with his smoke stained tongue and humped her legs.
"I see she's had a good buttfuck from you, Joey," he said, and he lifted her long, sensual legs over his shoulders and her ass on top of his fresh, thick cock. His thickness plyed her cavity into a bigger stretch, and she would have screamed, but Joey was already back in the action, fucking her gagging mouth. Soon, Noreen realized she should accommodate them and they would hurt her less. Besides, she hated to admit it, but she was loving it. Her tortured and chafed asshole was beginning to thrill to Gilberto's thick cock stretching her asshole into a thick, heated pleasure, his pubic hair bristling and tickling her come smeared ass. Frank started fucking her in short, jerky spurts and playing with her exposed cunt. The combination of her stimulated pussy, and a cock up her ass turned her on and she writhed with ecstasy. This made her want to suck on Joey's cock with fervor. Joey was overcome with delight with the ways she instincively turned him on.
"Keep doing that Noreen. Your hot tongue all over my cock tip is driving me crazy with pleasure. Oh, suck me baby."
"How's this?" she asked, licking with fury the shaft of his cock.
"I can't hold back anymore," he said, and he rammed his dick back in her mouth splashing his juice all over her gums and teeth. She greedily swallowed its salty gobs and left the taste in her mouth to savor.
Frank was driving three fingers against her clit. Her body shook with orgasm, her first, a swelling electric pleasure that ran all through her body and thrilled her, and her body convulsed. Danny Offenburger was thrilled at seeing her beautiful tits shake back and forth. He jumped on top of her, and plyed them in and out of his hands. He leaned forward to suck on them, and tore his cock out of his pants. It rose and rose, and sure enough it was a giant dick, maybe not thirteen inches, but long. Noreen grabbed it and stroked it up and down. Danny lost control and ejaculated all over her stomach. Noreen stood, her body aching and sore, but loving the treatment she had gotten. She kissed each of them good night and gave Joey's prick a love squeeze before she walked home, slightly bowlegged.
CHAPTER 2
Noreen tried to look nonchalant before she entered her house. She combed her hair, straightened her dress, and acted as if she had done nothing as she passed her father. Mr. Burns was sitting at the kitchen table, smoking a cigarette and reading the evening newspaper.
"How's my little girl?" he asked. He eyes her tits, wondering what they were doing on such a young girl.
"I'm fine, Daddy. Where's Mom?"
"She went out to get some Chinese food. She didn't feel like doing any cooking."
"Oh. I like Chinese food."
"You look a little dirty, honey. What have you been doing?"
"Oh, I was just messing around like a little kid with Helen and Barbara at the schoolyard. Just some silly playing." Noreen's voice trembled as she spoke.
She decided she should leave for the bathroom and wash up before he asked her any more questions. Her father eyed her buxom ass as she ambled it up the stairs. He eyed a moist spot on the back and detected a greyish blob in the center of it.
"Just a minute, young lady," he said. "Come back here!"
Noreen shyly retraced her steps, her facing turning a bright red.
"What's the matter, Daddy?"
"What's this on the back of your dress?"
"I don't know. I guess it's something I sat on at the baseball field or something. Maybe it's somebody's spit or something."
Burns bent down to sniff the substance. Sure enough, there was a light odor something like bleach. "This is semen, Noreen. What have you been doing?"
"Nothing! I swear it!"
"Why you lying, whoring bitch," he shouted and whipped her face with a resounding slap. He dragged her down the stairs and threw her to the floor. Jumping on top of her, he lifted her dress to examine her genitalia.
"Have you been having intercourse?"
"No. I swear it, I'm a virgin. I discussed it with Father Kelty tonight at confession. He told me about sexual intercourse and told me I wasn't to have it until I'm married."
"Where does this semen come from?"
"I was just messing around with these boys on the walk home. I didn't let them do anything to my vagina."
"We'll see about that," he said, tearing her panties off of her.
"We'll see if you still have your hymen."
Burns stuck his long, middle finger deep into his daughter's snatch and searched for the sign of her virginity.
"Daddy, if you mean that flap of skin, I lost that a long time ago when I first started using tampons."
Her father continued fishing though, and Noreen noticed that a pole was growing in his pants. She looked at it and felt her father's strong legs pressed against her sides, and she felt horny. She began enjoying his finger inside of her, and her father's breath grew into long, excited pants.
"What is this?" he said, pulling out a ring. It had been left in her by Frank Gilberto when he was fingerfucking her.
"I'm sorry, Daddy! I'm sorry! I couldn't say no, and before I knew it they were all over me."
"You disgusting, filthy, lying pig. I'll punish you in a way you'll never forget. You aren't a virgin anymore, and I might as well make use of it."
Burns stood over her, and ripped her blouse from her and pulled her bra off, snapping it with a violent jerk. He began kneading her luscious tits, and caressing her nipples. He clawed their softness and she gasped from pain at his ruthlessness.
"Your mother has been jealous as hell of you ever since you grew those enormous dairys. I can't tell you how many times she wouldn't let me fuck her because she's caught me looking at them, and your sweet, firm ass."
Noreen's father stood over her, pulling his clothes off. His daughter's eyes watered and a deep pang filled her seeping hole of erotica as she watched his dick come to full power in his shorts.
"How do you like it?" he said, pulling his shorts off.
"I don't, Daddy."
"Then why can't you keep your eyes off it?"
Burns lay across his daughter and slipped his groping paws under her buns, rubbing their warm globes, and kissing her mouth with deep long, lashing tongue movements. He began priming her pussy and rubbing her clit, and Noreen writhed with excitement under him.
"Please, Daddy. Don't do it to me. I swear I'm a virgin, I swear it."
Burns laid his cock's tip on her warm, wet slit.
"No, no! Noreen shouted. "Please, Daddy! I'm a virgin! Don't do this to me!"
"Like hell you are," he said, unmercilessly splitting her flesh in one, hard fast drive. His daughter screamed in pain and cried, repeating "I was, Daddy. I was, I was."
Her father ignored her pain and pumped and pumped, his rock hard cock thrilling to the idea of fucking his thirteen year old daughter.
"Oh, Noreen. I'm gonna have a hard time keeping my stiff yank out of this tight, slippery pussy of yours. Oh, your mother hasn't fucked like this in years. You don't know how many times I've whacked off in the shower when I've caught you in your underwear, and once I had to knock up a whore when I saw your beautiful cunt in the bathroom."
The pain in her newly opened pussy had started to subside. She began relaxing as she heard her father's lusty confession over her body. She was also starting to understand the deep horny feeling she had when she saw his bulge in his shorts sometimes. She began stroking his ass and his back, feeling the bristly hairs on his butt.
Burns kissed her while he continued to sledge away at her hips. She began thrilling to the ecstasy of his drive, which turned her father on even more. He increased his movements and Noreen out of a crazed passion, locked her legs around him, continuing to stroke his back. He was close to climaxing and clenched her tongue in his mouth, sucking hard on it as his juices boiled for discharge.
Finally, he broke out in a cold sweat and jabbed her, releasing his hot semen into her raging girlhood. Noreen felt his rush inside of her, and lifted her hips close to his, to receive the entire length of his organ. She came shortly after her father, who ejaculated three, thick, spurts, his penis into a thrilling climax. He lay across her, an exhausted heap, having had the best fuck in a year.
"I'd love to fuck you all over," he said, leaving his prick in her tired and satisfied pussy. "But we'd better dress before your mother gets home. All hell will break loose if your mother sees this."
"I already have," came a voice from the kitchen.
Mrs. Charlotte Burns' face was shattered in horror.
"I can't believe what I've just seen," she said through tears.
"My own husband just had sex with my daughter! My thirteen year old daughter! Oh, God. This is sick! Sick!" she said, bursting out crying and running to her room.
Noreen put her bra and underwear on in silence. She was deeply ashamed. She had known that having sex before marriage was a deep and terrible sin, but she also sensed that having made it with her own father was something so dreadful and awful that she could not be able to confess it to Father Kelty. She also felt terrible because her mother was crying, and her father's face became ashen. They ate their dinner in silence.
Still, Noreen could not help but remember the beautiful thrill of having sex. She had enjoyed being sodomized by Joey and his friends, but it did not match the majestic sensation of having a penis mash her vaginal insides. She looked at her father as he ate his food and was overcome with the desire to fuck him again.
Gilbert Burns could not forget the thrill of dominating his daughter either. Noreen knew he was playing with his hard-on under the table, and several times their eyes met in unrequited passion.
Noreen leaned over in her chair and stroked his thigh which burned with warmth. She stroked slowly up the length of his thigh until she met with his hardened cock, pressed tight between his skin and his pants. He looked over at her with a longing, and she gently cooed as she teased his dick's head with her open palm.
"Daddy, can we do it one last time? It felt so good, and we'll never have to do it again."
"I suppose we could try to just get it out of our systems altogether. If we pray hard enough about it, I think God will forgive us and know that what we're doing is right."
"Yes. Let's not hurt Mom anymore. Let's get this all over with while she's upstairs crying."
Gilbert smiled his approval.
"Get under the table, honey."
Gilbert unzipped his pants, sitting bare-assed on the chair, his love handle shooting up towards his navel. Noreen grabbed it and tickled it with her fingernails, doing tiny digs along it.
"Does that feel good, Daddy?"
"Umm, hmm...."
Noreen stroked it a few times until a silver drop of juice came out of the tip. She pressed her thumb to it and swirled it around, bringing a joy to the sensitive, velvety head while plying his skin around his shaft with her other hand.
"Alright, that's great," her father said. "You wanna put your mouth to it?"
"Yes," she said, muzzling her face in his pubic hair. She explored his whole sensual region with her mouth, kissing his balls, shaft and head.
"Oh lick me, Noreen. Lick me," her father said. Noreen obliged him, protruding her pointed pink tongue, and licking all around his hair. She licked the insides of his thighs and all around his hairy balls. She started at the base of his prick and licked it all around. She slowly climbed his pole, wetting all of it, until she got to his prick's head, licking all over it, and lapping up his sticky semen as it surfaced. She delved the tip of her tongue into his opening, and a spasm of pleasure rushed through her father. He grabbed her head and forced her mouth onto his cock. She sucked long and hard on it, moving her head in a rhythm all along, leaving a shiny coating as she covered and uncovered it with her furious mouth.
"Do the tip, honey," he said, and Noreen sucked his cock-head tight against the roof of her mouth. Instinctively, she knew this was the area she could stimulate the most, so she wrapped her lips at the end of his penis and flicked the tip with her tongue and her father moaned his impassioned delight. Her licking was unrelenting, and drove Gilbert to the point of sexual insanity when she began whorling her tongue in a circular motion around his purple plum.
"Oh God, Noreen. How long have you been doing this? You're a natural ... Oh, stop. I'm gonna come, but I want to fuck you again."
Noreen stood against the refrigerator and lifted her dress. She shucked down her panties and revealed her pink, glowing cunt anxious for his sexual hammer. She spread eagled and closed her eyes to prepare for his fiery entry. Noreen received a different pleasure instead. She opened her eyes to find her father's head tucked in between her thighs, and kissing them on the inside. His nose muzzled her soft bush and he breathed deep of its dark, swampy fragrance. He placed his lips at the base of her cunt and kissed her all along her opening. To Noreen's delight, he pushed his tongue inside, licking along the side of her pussy lips. He took a few sharp tacks on her clit which was hard and tasted the juices of her girlhood. Soon he was darting his tongue in and out of her. She twisted her pelvis from pleasure, her ass rubbing on the refrigerator door. Noreen grabbed his head of hair while Gilbert invaded her den of stimulation.
Her cunt was now a slimy, hot box prepared to squeeze a gush of semen out of his dick which was still standing like the Empire State Building.
"Get on your knees," he said, and Noreen tore out of her dress. Burns stared at her tits, bouncing as she got to her knees. He slid under her and sucked their brown capped softness. He ran his mouth across their goose pimpled warmth as her nipples hardened like pencil erasers in his hungry mouth. Noreen reached down for his cock and squeezed its blood gorged length. Drops of semen rolled down its side and she stroked it with his natural lubrication. Her father pulled her face to his and their tongues mixed like two serpents at war.
Firmly grasping the palate of her hips, he suspended her raging quim above his yank and penetrated slowly, inch by inch covering his cock with her ready, heated vagina which clung to his skin in a tropic ecstasy. Her long soft pubes tickled his dick on its way in, and when he lay her entire body on top of himself, their hair meshed and caught.
Burns ran his hands all across her soft ass, delving his finger into the crack of her white twin globes. He felt the moist soft area around her asshole and fingered it. He could tell she had been fucked in her cute, little butt and was aroused further by this thought.
But he enjoyed feeling her on top of him, too. Her warm breasts against his hard, hairy chest felt good. He loved the feel of her ass, but there was also something he liked about feeling his daughter's weight on top of him.
"Go ahead, Noreen. You do the work."
Noreen giggled but took him up on it. She lifted her hips and plunged, lifted her hips and plunged. She directed the point of his crank deep into the recesses of all of her vagina, and slid it along her clit. Gilbert began fucking her again, lifting his ass off the floor and their humping crashed as his penis slid in and out, in and out.
Noreen panted heavily, her young, child like face wrenching into a look of total sexual involvement. Her father was now ramming it into her hard as she passively lay across him, certain she could never have felt more intense pleasure in her life. To her surprise, she felt her father's finger slowly twist its way up her ass. The double action of having both her anus and her snatch turned on drove her on to further sexual heights. She came, wanting to scream her frenzied delight, but it only came out as a bare whisper.
Gilbert was not yet finished. If he was going to stop fucking his daughter after this, he might as well make her over every possible way he could. He pulled out of her soaked cunt and his hard on slapped against his gut.
"Stay in that position," he said. "This is one fuck that neither of us will ever forget."
Noreen was on her knees and sweating and already a seed of desire was growing again to feel her father's thrust rage inside of her.
Gilbert knelt behind her buns and pressed the tip to her anus. With only a slight nudge, he watched her asshole slowly absorb him until its entire length was being com pressed by her rectum. Her tight sphinctor muscle clasping him in its tight grip made him want to come immediately. He pulled out and grasped his dick at the base to prevent it, then eased it back in the same way.
Noreen was tired. She could no longer support her father's mass on her back, and since she had come, she could no longer take any more of his penis smashing her insides.
"Daddy, take it out. It hurts!"
"Not yet. I'm having too much fun."
He continued to saw in and out of her as she moaned and sweated and felt her pain. He sped up his pace, building the orgasmic energy all over his sexual region and pumped harder and harder. He savagely groped for her breasts, hanging on her chest like ripe fruit on a tree, slamming it in against the back of her cavern.
"Daddy, stop! Stop!"
"No," he said as he continued beating his sexual furor in and out, in and out, humping her until she collapsed beneath him.
And still he fucked her unmercilessly. His cock was sliding with the might and speed of a train piston until he felt the tide of his come ready to splash on her anal shore. He pulled out of her, rolled her over and said, "Open your mouth, quick!"
Noreen obeyed and took it in.
"Suck it! Suck it!"
And Noreen sucked it as a fresh blast of his juices spewed all over her mouth. His dick popped out and another jet landed on her hose. Noreen smeared the cum across her face. Father and daughter dressed and sat at the table to eat their fortune cookies. Noreen opened hers and read, "Something new and wonderful is happening in your life."
Exhausted from three bouts of sex at three different times, Noreen went to bed early, thinking about all of the things she had learned. She was also experiencing tremendous guilt and turned to God for forgiveness.
CHAPTER 3
The following day, Noreen did not walk past the pool hall on her way home from school. She walked up to her doorstep, hesitant because she knew her mother would be waiting for her to get home from school. Noreen did not hear her parents argue during the night. She only heard her mother cry into the late hours of the morning.
Charlotte was busy cooking dinner when her daughter came in. They met each other with silent stares.
"Hello, Mom."
"Hello," her mother said, turning her back to place a chicken in the oven.
Noreen sat down at the table wishing her mother would speak with her, so she could apologize for the awful thing that happened the night before.
"Noreen. I've decided to divorce your father," she said as she faced the window. "I don't want you to feel any more guilty about anything than you already feel."
"Oh, Mom. I'm so sorry," Noreen cried, and she ran to hug her mother. They tenderly embraced as Mrs. Bruns spoke.
"For one thing, honey, I should have told you all about sex and reproduction a long time ago."
"That's okay, Mom."
"No, I should have been more open with you. I'm sorry, but it's because I do come from a strict Catholic background. I don't feel comfortable discussing the facts of life with anybody. I wanted to tell you about it when you first started having your menstrual period, but those feelings held me back. I'm sorry that this had to happen to you. You see, when I was your age, something similar happened to me."
"Did you have sex with your father?"
"No, darling. You remember me telling you about your Aunt Penny?"
"Oh, yes. She's the one I never met."
"That's right. She was also my only sister who didn't marry. Noreen, do you know what a lesbian is?"
"No."
"Well, neither did I at your age, in fact I didn't know what lesbianism was until I was much older. But your Aunt Penny is a lesbian. I never showed you any pictures of her, because she dresses like a man. She even slicks her hair back."
"Really?"
"Yes, When I was thirteen, I used to share a room with her. We slept together in the same bed. I didn't know what was going on, but for a while, almost every evening, we did things that lesbians do."
"Like what?"
"Well, a lesbian is a woman who is attracted to other women. They engage in sexual practices together."
Noreen's curiosity was aroused.
"My sister and I used to play with each other's breasts and she would stroke my vagina and bring me to orgasms. I would do the same for her. I knew it was something I had to keep a secret from our parents and our friends. There was a lot of jokes about it and I felt terrible when I had learned what we'd done. The Bible talks about it, and it is a sin."
"Did you like it, Mom?"
"Yes, honey. I always preferred men and eventually found them much more attractive, but your aunt was a beautiful woman, you look very much like her. We were very close then."
Charlotte stroked her daughter's back, feeling the sensuous curve in her long, arched back.
"And as long as we're getting things out in the open, I must tell you that like your father, I have often admired your young beauty. When I was a girl, I never had breasts like yours or as shapely a bottom."
"You have a beautiful figure, Mom. You're the thin type, like all the models."
Noreen reached her hands up to feel her mother's round, firm breasts.
"Your breasts are lovely. Mine may be large, but yours are still full and well shaped. When we took baths together, I often admired the gentle curve they have."
"Thank you, Noreen. But I always wanted large breasts like you and your Aunt Penny have." Charlotte played with her daughter's tits, lifting them from the bottom and then releasing them to watch them bob. She gently leaned her beautiful, oval head, sitting on her tall aristocratic neck down to her daughter's upturned face. Their lips locked in a fiery kiss.
"Honey, I want to have sex with you. Part of it I admit, is that I was jealous of you and your father making it last night. I wanted to take part more than anything."
"Mom, I'm just starting to learn what men and women do to each other. I really wouldn't know what to do with you."
"I'm sure we'll find something."
Charlotte began unbuttoning her daughter's dress, with slow, feminine movements. She encouraged Noreen to do likewise. As soon as they had their blouses off, Charlotte reached around her daughter's back to unsnap her brassiere. Her lovely, young breasts hung from her chest like ripe fruit on a tree. Noreen unclasped her mother's bra and gazed at her round, swooping nippled breasts, the ones she used to suck on as a baby.
"You used to breast feed me, didn't you, Mom?"
"Yes, darling, I did."
"I think I could use some of your motherly nourishment now," she said, lifting one of her tits and kissing all around her nipple. Noreen buried her face between her cleavage, kissing her bared chest. She kissed with her moist mouth her other tit, and held her hardening nipples between her fingertips.
"That feels so lovely and warm, Noreen. I'd say you and I are a very close mother and daughter."
Noreen's fondling hands lifted one of her breasts to her open mouth and sucked it. She ran her tongue across her nipple and pulled as much of her mother's tit into her mouth as possible. She sucked her other tit while rotating her other moist nipple with her hand.
Charlotte was busy running her hands all over her daughter's tits.
"Turn around, Noreen. I want to feel your boobs while I stand in back of you."
With her hot vagina against her daughter's ass, she furiously ran her hands up and down her full, soft titties. Noreen turned her head on her neck to meet her mother's face, anxious for a kiss.
Charlotte opened her mouth, and pressed her red lips to Noreen's. She pushed her tongue into her mouth, and her daughter sucked it.
"Let's go to bed, dear," said Charlotte.
They undressed, but Charlotte asked Noreen to keep her bikini underwear on. Confused, she decided to. They crawled across the bed, and lay in each other's arms, giving each other kisses of passion and honey, wet with mouths that sloshed their growing excitement.
As they lay next to each other, Noreen got hold of her mother's soft, white hairless ass. It responded to her groping hands so nicely. Her ass seemed to spring back like a loaf of bread fresh out of the oven.
Her mother was rubbing her middle finger along her vagina which was moistening the crotch of her panties. Charlotte liked the feel of her daughter's behind contained in her smooth bikini bottom.
"Noreen, poke your fingers into me," she said, spreading her legs across the bed. Charlotte's daughter thrilled to the luscious, glossy crevice that was all pink and wet. It looked like she had a pair of lips put in sideways. Noreen sat inside her mother's legs and began stroking her pussy. Propping herself on a pillow, her mother reached up to play with her daughter's giant mammaries.
"Let's see now, Mom. How should I do this?"
Noreen was only teasing her mother, because she knew what would turn her on. She teased around her vaginal lips, lightly tickling the ridges of her opening. She used her mother's seeping juice as she increased her rotations to delve further along. Bringing her mother to sexual anguish, she finally plunged her finger in, darting it in and out, arousing a major sensation after her subtle teasing.
"Oh, good girl, Noreen. Good girl." Her mother's eyes were closed and she quietly moaned through smiling lips.
Noreen ran her palm along her mother's pubic patch and her belly with her moist hand. Her secretions left a gloss acorss her pubes. Noreen reached in again with her fingers, two then three, and slid them in and out. She found her clitoris and rubbed it lightly increasing the pressure with each increasing finger thrust.
"Good, Noreen. Good! Do you wanna know how that feels?"
"Yes," said Noreen, and her mother tackled her, turning her over then under her. With her breasts in her daughter's face, she slipped her fingers down into her daughter's underwear. Because of the constriction, only her tips reached inside of her wetted sexual region.
"Oh, Mother. Take them off so I can feel all of them inside me."
"Not yet, honey. I have another idea."
Her mother stopped fingering her and got down on her knees by the bed.
"Put your legs over the bed, dear," she said, and Noreen spread them with her twat pushing up the panties material.
Charlotte licked all over the panties, wetting them all over and saving her pussy for later. Her hands ran across her daughter's tits as her tongue ran over her in wet ecstasy. She finally began to lick her daughter's ready split.
"Oh, Mom. Take them off! I wanna feel your tongue inside of me. Especially at the button inside me that feels so good."
"You mean your clitoris, honey. I'll get to that."
Her mother began eating away at her underwear, slowly pulling them down with her teeth. Finally, they were off, revealing her smooth clean mons, decked with her soft, smooth hairs alighting like a pubic fire.
Her mother reached inside with her puckered mouth, kissing the insides of her marble thighs. She slowly climbed her insides, until her mouth was pressed to her cunt. Her anxious tongue delved her pink insides, boiling with juicy passion. She licked the walls of her cuntal tube, with her nose enclosed by her big, wide cunt. Noreen rocked on the bed as her cunt was invaded by her mother's mouth muscle, loosening her opening. A few lickings to her clit brought her close to coming. Her mother rested her chin on her labia and it sank through.
"Mother, let me lick you back," Noreen cried, and her mother climbed back on the bed. With Noreen under her, she turned her own cunt, waiting for a slimy tongue in it, to her daughter's face, with her own mouth still over her daughter. Mutually, they licked and sucked and gyrated their hips in each other's faces. Noreen stared up at her mother's ass hanging over her face and placed her hands on its smoothness. She poked her long, middle finger into her mother's cunt and then to her mother's tight, hairless asshole. She slowly inched it in and wiggled it as it climbed up the length of her rectum.
"Jesus, honey! You learn awfully fast."
Noreen was glad this was turning her mother on. As her sphincter muscle loosened up around her finger, she slid it in and out. Her mother lifted her daughter's bottom and did the same. All of the time they kept up their licking. Charlotte licked all around her pussy, sucking at the smooth white skin and giving hickies all around it. Noreen was simmering inside, anxious to come.
"Are you ready to come, baby?" she asked. Noreen nodded silently, returning to her mother's cunt. She loved how their feminine smells, so deep and fragrant like spring mud, were similar, but different.
Charlotte left the bed, and Noreen looked at her fleshy, quivering ass as she walked out the door. She returned with two thick candles from the dining room table and gave one to her daughter who was fingering her pussy in her mother's absence.
"Take this, Noreen," her mother said, giving her a candle and keeping one for herself. They lay on their sides on the bed, facing each other and Charlotte sucked her daghter's tits again, giving them little tiny hickies all over. Taking the candle, she inched it over her daughter's protruding cunt lips, watching the folds of her skin absorb it. Noreen panted with pleasure as she felt the waxy object reach to the back of her uterus and slide against her clit.
Her mother shoved it in and out, in and out, as their lips were entwined. Noreen took her candle and slowly pushed it into her mother's vagina, the vagina that had given her birth. Noreen was turned on by the thought as they slowly worked the candles in and out of each other.
"Oh, Mom, it feels so good with your breasts against mine. Oh, do it to me harder!"
Mother and daughter increased their thrusts and pushed them in harder and harder. Charlotte could tell by their panting that they were both about to come together. They gasped and Noreen came first, her orgasm taking total command of her body. Her mother shortly followed, letting loose a shriek of pleasure, exhausted, they lay by each other, the candles sticking out of their satisfied organs.
Charlotte plucked them out so she could embrace her daughter. They clung to each other, still palming their backs and asses, their warm legs entwined in each other.
"That was great, darling. Your Aunt Penny was never better. How long have you been whoring around like this?"
"Don't say that mother. Just since yesterday. I found out about all of this stuff yesterday."
"Well, you sure seem to be an instant pro. Last night I looked at your father's erection in his sleep while he moaned your name. You sure must have satisfied him well."
"And I've got to admit he made me feel really pretty good, too. But I loved your licking me, Mom. And I loved having the candle in me. It excited me to put it in you, too."
"I'll be sure and set the table with them. Your father will really be excited by the smells of tonight's cooking."
The two of them laughed, as outside in the window, the autumn sun had already begun setting. It had gotten late and Mr. Burns would be home soon.
Charlotte and Noreen relaxed in each other's embrace, soaking in the warmth and gently fingering and playing with each other's pussies and tits. The crunch of Gilbert Burn's Pontiac sounded in the driveway. Both of the females had begun falling asleep after their exhaustive encounter. Charlotte realized her husband was home.
"Noreen, wake up! Your father's home! You've got to get out of here before he comes in!"
But it was too late. They heard Gilbert's steps coming to the bedroom door. Charlotte ran to the closet door and closed it behind her. Noreen crawled under the bed.
Gilbert entered and undid his necktie. He was on the bed and Noreen could see from beneath it, that he was taking off his shoes and socks. Burns took his sportcoat off and went to hang it in the closet.
He opened the door and was met by his wife, totally nude.
"Charlotte! What the hell are you doing!"
Mrs. Burns smiled sheepishly and put her hands over her wet and reddened pussy.
"It's a surprise for you, honey. I'm all yours. It's my way of saying I forgive both you and Noreen for what happened yesterday."
Gilbert smiled.
"Charlotte, that's wonderful. I'm really proud of you for being so openhearted, honey. I didn't get anything done at the office today. All I thought about was what a terrible and lusty pervert I was for daring to have sex with my own daughter. What an awful husband I've been."
"Oh, darling, it was wrong of you to do that. But it happened. God can forgive us. Why can't we forgive each other then?"
"You're so right. Does this mean the divorce is off?"
"Sure. If we just talk this thing out and know it will never happen again, I'm sure things will be okay."
"You're right," he said, and he gave her an affectionate kiss on the mouth. "My only problem is little Noreen. She's young, and I guess, well, I hate to say it, but I suppose I somewhat molested her. Not that she wasn't experienced enough, she'd been having sex with someone before I got to her, right before she came home."
"She did?" said Charlotte with a look of surprise. "She sure started out young for a good Catholic girl."
"Oh, yeah. Her tiny little anus was bruised and softened by some boy. To tell you the truth, honey, that was why I was really overcome with wanting to have sex with her. You know how much I like anal intercourse.
Couldn't we, as part of our pact for a new and better marriage, try that again?"
Charlotte shook her head no, quite vehemently.
"No, I'm sorry Gilbert, but that just hurts me too much."
"Honey, you're supposed to do it a couple of times in a row to get used to it. Now don't let on about this, but I was talking to Bob Baxter down at the office and he and Emily have it quite often. He prefers it to her vagina. You just don't know how good it feels to my cock to have your tight little asshole wrapped around it."
"Bob and Emily Baxter! I can hardly believe they do something like that. She's so sweet and innocent seeming."
"Sure they do. They worked out an arrangement. Every other time he gets her from the ass, and the following time he gets her from the front. Emily says she's still able to have an orgasm from her anus, too."
"I don't know Gilbert. It just hurts me too, too much for you to even put it in me, much less rip up my rectal insides. Besides honey, there's been too many mortal sins in this house lately. In the bible it says sodomy is a sin."
"Well, I don't care how we do it. I do want to have you right now."
Gilbert slipped his hungry paws around her waist and began stroking her fleshy bottom. Before he could reach for her wet pussy, she gently pushed him aside with a smile and said, "I'll be right back, lover. You're precious," she said, leaving for the bathroom to wash up.
CHAPTER 4
She returned a few minutes later. Gilbert had stripped down to his shorts and his pecker was poking out of the opening in his shorts. He stroked his cock a few times, in anticipation of what he thought would be a very fine fuck. Maybe she would blow him. It wasn't often that she did that, because of her Catholic background, but when she did, he felt like he could have splashed an ocean of come down her pretty little throat. He paced around the room, playing with his hard-on. From under the bed, Noreen looked at him. She was aching to feel his powerful thrust all over again. She wondered, with all of the horny feelings she was having, if people who were sexually active, wanted to have sex as often as she did in the past two days. It seemed like as soon as she was satisfied, she wanted to be filled again minutes later. She would enjoy hearing her parents make love.
Her mother returned, freshly washed with a damp cloth, and ready to take her husband on. She would have to give one of the best performances of her life because her lesbian feelings were so strong, she had used all of her sexual energy on her daughter. Her daughter had given her an explosive orgasm and she wasn't close to having another for at least an hour.
She realized her daughter was still under the bed, and wanted to give her a chance to escape. It was possible that she might be detected by her husband, and she didn't know what the outcome of her discovery might mean.
"Gilbert, I fed so romantic. I feel just like we were two kids. You know what I want to do? Let's pretend that we're two kids again. Let's pretend it's one of those long ago evenings when we were still dating. Remember when you were a horny young man and you tried to seduce me on my couch when you knew my parents were in bed?"
Gilbert frowned.
"Oh, honey. Our couch is so skinny. I want to sprawl you across this big ol' bed of ours and really lay you."
"Oh c'mon honey. Do it for me. Be that virile, young soldier trying to talk me into sex before you went off to Korea. You're still just as virile. Tell you what. You put on your uniform, and I'll put on my old long skirt and my saddle oxfords. Let's do it different this time. This time you'll get your way." Charlotte smiled coyly. Gilbert had been flattered.
"Oh hell, honey. I don't see why not. I think it'll be fun. The only problem is Noreen hasn't come home from school yet. I don't want to expose her to any more sex again. I'd rather forget that this whole thing happened."
"Oh, that's no problem. She called to tell me she's having dinner at one of her girlfriends."
"Great," said Gilbert. He went to the closet and pulled down the parcel that contained his old uniform. He chuckled as he pulled it out. Charlotte pulled out her old dress and put on the pettycoats and slips under it.
"Look, Gilbert, you're gonna have a hard time getting to my goody through all of this."
"You'd be surprised, honey. The guys and I at camp used to discuss how we'd do that. We made ol' Schwartz put it on and then we'd sort of practice on him."
"Why you nasty boy," she said. They giggled like two teenagers in love. Charlotte had forgotten that this was her strategy and was beginning to enjoy the idea. Gilbert was smiling when he sat at the edge of the bed, pulling his old army pants on. He smiled at his wife's thin shapely ass as she leaned over to slip on her stockings. He thought about how she was still beautiful as her long, black hair fell across her face like a veil. She had great tits, not as big as he liked, but great anyway. He was feeling good about his marriage and for the first time, his guilt about making it with his daughter began to subside.
He put on his cap, and spread his hands across the bed to watch his wife finish dressing. He was sure he would feel her beautiful lips wrapped around his fucking instrument tonight, with her teeth doing little, gentle gratings across it. Maybe he could even fuck her in the ass, he thought. He would just get her really ready by fingering her until it was loose and relaxed. She liked it when he stuck his finger up her anus when she was about to reach orgasm. Why not his whole cock? She was in such a good mood tonight, maybe she'd do anything he asked her.
"I'm just about finished," she said, bobbing her hair in a ponytail. "I'll add the final touch in a second."
Charlotte sat down at her vanity, searching her drawers for a lipstick. Gilbert sprawled across the bed, taking in his wife and falling in love with her all over again. His hand touched an object, hidden by the wrinkled blankets on the bed.
"I wouldn't look exactly right," she said gaily, "without some red, red lipstick." Charlotte applied the glossy substance to her smiling lips and stopped in mid-action. Her husband was staring hard and hatefully at her. She looked at his reflection in the mirror. He was holding the dinner candles up to his nose and sniffing them.
"Well, well," he said. "It seems they found a delicious new scent for candles besides bayberry and floral. I guess this new one must be called 'cunt!'"
Charlotte shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh my," she said. "I guess you discovered my secret past-time for when your away at work and all the soaps are over." Charlotte nervously laughed. Her husband was silent. "Does it take two of these?" he asked. "Well, I don't really want to tell you this, dear, because it might make you the teensiest bit jealous, but while I was masturbating with those, I imagined one of them was your cock, and the other was Rock Hudson. You know how dreamy I think he is. Why, you admire Marilyn Monroe so much. Anyway, I'd screw myself with one, then with the other, imagining that you were both giving it to me at the same time. It was a really delicious fantasy."
Somewhat relieved, but still suspicious, Burns accepted her explanation for now.
"Silly isn't it? But I did do it." Charlotte returned to her lipstick and began daubing on some blue eye shadow. Gilbert turned around on the bed and ran his hands across the various wet spots. There were several, but basically, there were two large ones. He had seen his wife's cunt release that much seepage when they were getting into a really good fuck, but he wondered how this could be when she had only been masturbating. Most of the giant wet spots they created were also from his come, too. He sniffed the candles, and sure enough, their fragrant cunty smells were a little different. He vaguely recognized the second as his daughter's when he had eaten her pussy the day before. "You know, my perverted darling, that these candles smell of two different cunts. One yours and the other's....
Charlotte dropped the brush she was using to comb out her ponytail.
"You know as well, Charlotte, I met your Aunt Penny at our wedding. She would have been most beautiful if her hair wasn't cut like mine was. You told me what you used to do."
"Oh no, Gilbert. Now stop even suggesting such a terrible thing. There's been enough perversion around here for the two of us. Really! How could you suggest something like that? There's two different odors because, because...."
"Because of what, you lying bitch!"
"Because I splashed some of your cologne on one to smell like you."
Gilbert threw his head back and laughed long and harsh. He stopped immediately and his face took on a horrifying blankness.
"Where is she, you dike. You can tell all the people you want at our divorce that I fucked my daughter, but I'll say you lied. I'll say you lied because I exposed you as being a cunt-licking, tit-sucking lesbian!"
"You wouldn't dare!"
"I would too. It's bad enough fucking your daughter when you're her father, but to corrupt her into lesbianism is a little worse."
Noreen was scared and shaking as she lay under the bed. She was frightened into crying, and tried her hardest not to whimper too loud.
Burns walked over to his wife and threw her off of her chair. He pounced on top of her and began slapping her elegant, poignant face as Charlotte burst out in tears.
"Stop! Stop! You sadistic beast! Your hurting me!"
"You'll be hurting worse after this ordeal is over," he said. His smacks to her face were coming harder and faster now. Her tiny nose had been broken, and as he slapped her, splotches of blood splattered on the wall next to him.
It turned Gilbert on to brutalize his wife. His erection had gotten very hard. He had to free it from the pressure of his tight crotch. It was gorged to the largest Charlotte had ever seen it, and close to crimson red. He pressed down on her arms as he banged his knees on her abdomen and when Charlotte felt his cock land on her stomach, it felt hard, extremely hard. She would have been in ecstasy if he were gently fucking her with affection, but now she feared it. It was an awful marble pillar, a battering ram, capable of destruction.
"You had better get ready to really get fucked," he threatened through gritted teeth. "Because this is going to hurt."
Burns began tearing at her clothing, not bothering to unbutton and unsnap it, but to tear the cloth off of her, and gouge it into her tender feminine flesh. Charlotte screamed.
"Godamn you, Gilbert! You could fuck her! Why can't I? I can appreciate her beauty too!"
"Just shut your lousy lesbian mouth," he said as he clawed her body all over. He dug into her tits, squeezing them as if he were trying to get juice from oranges. Charlotte screamed in pain.
"I've always wanted to buttfuck you my dear, but you always complained it hurt and I held off. Well, now, I frankly don't give a damn."
Burns lifted his wife's squirming hips. His dick was hard and dry. Charolottes ass was even dryer. Her nervous energy had paralyzed all of her mucus membranes. Her fear had made her asshole grow tighter.
Unmercifully, he pushed her onto his might erection, splitting her anus. Charlotte screamed and screamed louder with each torturing thrust.
"Oh, you pig! You pig! You're killing me! How could you do this?"
"Shut your dike mouth. I'll teach you for trying to make my daughter a lesbian."
To Charlotte, an eternity of torture was endlessly rammed into her. Gilbert was feeling some pain on his cock which was chafing, but he was tremendously turned on and had to concentrate on not coming. He rested for a moment while his wife sprawled out before him, her tears splashing into a puddle of her hair that she shook her pain-racked face in. He began pumping even harder and she screamed.
Noreen was crying under the bed, and she was shaking. She was debating as to whether or not she should call the police and reveal this awful scandal or let her mother continue to be agonized. The entire psychological trauma of the past days all came weighing down on her. Suddenly, she burst out crying, unable to hold back her feelings of guilt and horror. Sex had become a terrible and awful nightmare to her. She wished she never had to think about it again.
Gilbert stopped his pounding when he heard her cry. He had been fantasizing fucking her while he banged into his wife, but did not want to let on that he knew that she was under the bed.
He pulled out of his wife who was too hurt to even move off of the floor. Noreen looked at his feet as he walked toward the closet. Gilbert returned to his wife with several neckties. He bound her legs and arms together in back of her and slapped her face when she tried to wrestle out of his tying.
He lifted her onto her knees as she shook her head in anger and repulsion with tears streaming down her face. Getting on his own knees, he thrust his fingers into her cunt which was dry. He took her petroleum jelly from her vanity and grabbed a giant wad with his fingertips. Pushing it into her, he spread his spidery fingers inside to moisten her all around. He pushed his cock in and fucked her for a minute. He then took off all his clothes and taking off his shirt, he shoved it all inside her pussy, leaving the tail flagging out.
Adrenaline rushing in his blood, he went to his bed and lifted it up. Noreen was squirming under it like a maggot.
"Come out of there, my little whore daughter. Prepare to get fucked."
Noreen tried to crawl away from him towards the door, her giant breasts dragging across the rug. Her father stepped on her wrists, and lifted her up, and threw her towards the wall.
Whump! He walked over towards her, picked up her slouching figure and pressed her hard into the wall. They were over the crack of the doorway and her cunt was pressed into the doorknob.
"Daddy, the doorknob! It's against my vagina!"
"Good," he said. "I'll teach you how to get a good lay when there's no men, or fucking dykes to give it to you."
He pressed his hands firmly on the roundness of her ass and pressed her vagina onto the doorknob.
"Daddy it hurts! It hurts!"
"Good," he said coldly. His greasy penis sought her anus and pushed its bluntness in. He thrust in and out of her while she yelled. Her mother wailed for her daughter. This was the horrible opposite of the tenderness she and her daughter had explored only an hour before.
Gilbert's sadistic fucking ground her vagina hard onto the doorknob as his little girl screamed.
"Oh, Daddy! Please stop! Please! I can't tell you how much this is killing me."
"No it doesn't. Tell me that you love it."
"But it hurts!"
Burns slammed harder into her, twisting her ass around on the doorknob. Noreen yelled her pain from the blackest voids of space.
"I love it! I love it!" she yelled, choking on her words, her eyes flooded with tears, her soul screaming for release. She dropped to the floor, with her father continuing his anal attack and it was then she called on God. She knelt before him as her father's penile invasion continued, his frantic rhythm finally fading out as she imagined God releasing her from her pain by an angel who had replaced his cock with a soft crucifix made of butter.
Gilbert pulled out of his daughter with a resounding sucking noise.
"As long as we're going to be this perverse family, I want a pleasure I've only experienced once with a hooker in Korea. It's called 'around the world' by some."
Gilbert dragged his daughter over with him to the closet, choosing a few more neckties to bind Noreen with. After he tied her up, he lifted her to face her mother. He then stood between them, spreading his legs to reveal his hairy asshole to his wife and his erection, freshly dipped in her anus, to his daughter.
"Honey," he said in a mocking tone. "Just press your tongue to my smelly asshole and lick for your life."
"I'm repulsed," she said. "I just can't do that."
Gilbert turned to his wife and pushed her face with his palm, her whole body tumbling to the ground. He put his hands on his cheeks and spread them. Charlotte looked up at his wrinkled asshole, beginning to look pink from the tension of his stretch. He sat right on her face, grinding the weight of his big, meaty buttocks all over her face, feeling his asshairs tickled and flying up her nostrils. He laughed fiendishly.
"Charlotte, I'll let you start breathing when I feel your tongue working up my shithole. C'mon now darling, you've gotta breathe sometime."
His ass covered Charlotte's face for close to a minute. She squirmed from suffocation beneath him.
"Oh, please Daddy! Please! She's gotta breathe."
Gilbert sat with a look of calm on his face, acting as if nothing was happening. He began whistling "Mack the Knife."
"I'm just waiting Noreen. She can breathe anytime she wants."
More seconds passed by. Finally, a grin ran across his face.
"There we go," he said, lifting it off of her face so she could further burrow into his asscrack. Her tongue, dry and like fine sandpaper thrilled his anus.
"Now you're behaving," he said standing up. Charlotte straightened up and leaned her face back into his asscrack.
"You keep twisting that tongue into me like a corkscrew and you'll stay out of trouble."
Charlotte was repulsed to no end, but she wormed her way passed his sphincter and into his colon, wondering if she might taste his shit.
"That's great. You keep that up. I'm about ready to come. Darling daughter, you suck on my cock like you did yesterday, only suck it real hard. I'm gonna tell you when I come too."
Noreen obeyed him taking his heated mass into her mouth. She sucked on it with all her might, just wishing for this horrible ordeal to be over with.
The combination of his anal sensation and his daughter's cocksucking placed Gilbert in sexual bliss. He loved his wife's nuzzling in his hairy asshole. His climax was welling up within him. He jerked his frenzied cock out of her mouth and gushed his gooey semen all over Noreen's face, landing in her eyes and in her nostrils and dripping down her mouth. Noreen tried to shake his semen off of her face. Gilbert turned his ass away from his wife, and spread his cheeks in Noreen's face.
"Kiss my asshole, Noreen, and I'll let you go."
Noreen hesitantly touched her lips to his asshole, wet with her mother's saliva. She wanted to vomit, but couldn't. Her father took the remaining two neckties from his closet and shoved them up her vagina, still greasy from vaseline. He left her and her mother in that position for the rest of the evening. Burns left the room to make a sandwich. He was hungry.
CHAPTER 5
But that was a long time ago. Since that time, her parents had divorced and the court decided that neither of them was a suitable parent. Gilbert, in a frantic court scene announced his wife's lesbianism and seduction of his daughter. She in turn, explained in graphic detail, his raping of his daughter and his humiliating sexual torture. To save herself from embarassment, Noreen, through a storm of tears and sobs, denied all of the things. But it was obvious to the court that all of it had happened. All of it.
It was the courts decision to take her from the custody of both her parents and turn her over to a foster home. She was the oldest girl at St. Anne's Home for Children. The home was run by several nuns who had known the explicit details of the sexual practices with her parents. They made Noreen feel ashamed with their ostracism and constant stares. They even made her feel ashamed of her size 42 bosom. They constantly pounded catechism and sexual innuenedos about promiscuity and perversion until she was wracked with guilt. A very lonely woman, she turned to God and the church for her emotional sustenance. When she decided what she should do with her life, entering the convent and becoming a nun seemed the most logical choice. She told the other nuns of her decision and they felt it was the best thing for her. Sister Martha Francis more or less intimated to her that it was the wisest decision possible for her salvation.
And so after all her schooling; four peaceful years filled with Catholicism, as well as courses in elementary education and English, Noreen Burns became Sister Mary Joseph and accepted a post at Corpus Christi Parochial school outside of Los Angeles.
She taught the eight graders and looked out across her class, enjoying the feel of her nun's habit about her, her beautiful face framed by her white veil. She enjoyed doing God's work and outside of mass, she often said prayers over her rosarys and meditated on God's goodness and his universal plan for man.
But then it returned. After many years of only cursory thoughts about sexual desires and behavior, the warm, wormy, lusty cravings pitted into her stomach and begun . their work. She was horny, horny, horny. And she didn't know what to do. She rarely ever got to see men, and even if she had, she decided she would not have intercourse with them. She meditated on her problem, expecting God to bring her a solution or at least put her sexual feelings at bay.
But she only felt lustier and lustier. It wasn't long before she was masturbating.
Alone in her bath, she would play with her pussy and the sensations were tremendous after several years of abstinence. Stroking her breasts while slipping her finger in and out, she imagined being fucked by her father.
Her needs were quenched for a while, but she wanted something else. Each masturbation sensation left her wanting more. After she masturbated herself close to climaxing, she would sit on the drain of the bathtub and have the water woosh around her snatch. She liked that, but after a while it lost it's impact.
She began craving something thicker and wider than her fingers, and improvised a few good dildos from things around the convent. She would take bananas from the table and fuck herself with them until they were ripe and mushy. When she got the chance, she would leave them to set in the sun so they would be warm when she shoved them against her clitty and squeezed her vaginal muscles around them.
One of her favorite techniques was to finger herself until she was hot and moist and add a little vaseline to her cunt lips. She then took a dozen or so, silk handkercheifs and tied them together. While fantacising, she would slowly pull them and go crazy with sensations as knots were pulled out of her, stretching her labias.
Another technique was to pull out the tubes in her television set after it had been on all evening. She inserted one up her vagina and the other in her ass. She would then walk around as her flesh grasped the heated glass cylinders.
Soon, she got into fucking everything in her room. It took her about five minutes to work her way into absorbing it, but she could take on fucking her doorknob. Her bedpost was particularly thick, but its wooden top tapered into something her cunt could initially handle. She stood on her bed, straddling her foot on a bench next to her bed and slid onto it. It often took a half an hour or longer for her muscles to stretch over its width, about as thick as large salami. When she got it in sufficiently, she would lift her squatted legs up and down and until it brought her to orgasm.
Sister Mary Joseph would unscrew her lightbulb from the lamp and twist it into her anus with the bulb sticking out of the back. Her cunt was exposed to whatever she wanted to fill it with-a deodorant can, a fresh tube of toothpaste, and once her crucifix. Her crucifix was smooth and silver and its sides were blunt enough to accept her insertion. She grasped the top of it and it was a perfect handle to wrap her fingers around. She looked down at her cunt, greedily loving the in and out action, watching Jesus' feet ink in and out of her pubic hair, tittilate her wet pink insides, and poke out again. She increased the motions of it, sinking it further, absorbing his naked body nailed to the cross until only his head was dipping in and out of her womanhood.
"Jesus, your a great fuck," she whispered, "But your just not the real thing."
But still her religious convictions would not let her think about having sex with a man. Once, in street clothes she was permitted to wear when she and a few other nuns went into the city, she couldn't suppress her horniness. They came to see a movie. The movie theater they went to was close to an adult book store.
The other nuns immediately hushed and lifted their noses as they passed it, refusing to acknowledge its presence. But Sister Mary could not help but look at it. She looked at the porno magazines and was overwhelmed with a tremendous urge to get laid. She was very excited to see the array of sexual novelties they had in the counter just behind the glass. She fell in love with the real life-looking dildos, the french ticklers and other erotic objects.
During the family rated film, her mind wandered into sexual fantasies with the men on the screen, and the lovely blonde heroine of the film. She squirmed with the pain in her that cried for release. She just had to go to that bookstore. She told her friend, Sister Anna Mathew, that she was going to the bathroom and getting something to eat.
She told the usher she had left her keys in her car and was going to get them. The usher would remember her so she could re-enter.
"Wow," he thought. "Who'd forget her? That's the most gorgeous piece of ass I've seen all day."
He looked at her bottom, swaying sensually back and fourth as she walked down the sidewalk. Sister Mary Joseph certainly was not walking very much like a nun.
She turned her head several times to see if anyone had seen her enter the store. She stepped inside and breathed the lusty atmosphere of the pornography surrounding her. She looked up and down the shelf of magazines, looking at the all male porno with revealed assholes and men sucking each other's cocks, and fucking each other in the ass. She lingered over some all female porno with lesbians in leather whipping the fluffs or pushing their faces between their thighs.
She stopped for a minute to enjoy a magazine called "Piss" that featured women with open mouths and cocks hanging over that splashed urine down their cheeks and in their faces. There was so much of it and she wanted to see it all, but she had to hurry. After all, it was the articles she wanted to buy.
"Wuddya say, miss," said the proprietor. "I've got a real fine dildo for you when your boyfriend is out of town."
"You do?"
"Yes," he answered, pulling a long, flesh colored dildo out of the glass case.
"Here's what you do. This strap was designed so you could have this in your goody and wear it under your dress. This thing on the top is so you can push it in and out of you while your at the movie, at the dentist's office or even driving in your car."
"I'll take it!"
Sister Mary also chose some other dildos with grotesque warts and plastic pieces jutting off of them. The salesman also suggested some bin-wah balls to her and threw in an emena at a discount. She put her treasures into her purse, and went into a movie booth to put the dildo on. She decided to flip a quarter into the box and watched the segment roll before her, pushing down on her dildo which sprung out of her after pushing it down. She liked it and she got off to it as she watched the movie; a dick thrusting in and out of a vagina for a couple of minutes and then coming in globs on top of pubic hairs.
She hurried back to the theatre when she saw Sister Anna outside of the theatre, looking for her. Sister Mary panicked. She couldn't be sure if Sister Anna had seen her or not. She ran up to her feigning a smile.
"Wow," she said. "This really is the city of movie stars. I saw Paul Lynde walking down the street. He's so funny, I just had to run down and tell him that I love him on Hollywood Squares."
"Paul Lynde? Really? Did you get his autograph?"
"Oh, no. I just said hello and he stepped into an office building a little farther down from that awful sex store."
"I see." Sister Anna looked at Sister Mary a little suspiciously, but Sister Mary was pretty comfortable with the lie she told her.
CHAPTER 6
The real store-bought dildos gave Sister Mary much more pleasure than any of the makeshift dildos she used. In her bed at night, with her legs spread open to the darkness, she took her french tickler which she wrapped around a banana and plunged it in. She looked forward to it every evening before bed.
When she couldn't use her banana and french tickler dildo during the day, she used her other sexual accesories. She could keep her bin-wah balls and her inverted dildo under her habit and put them on when she felt the need.
Sometimes the slightest look at a stranger would send up horniness all through her. Even when she saw the asses of janitors cleaning up the school halls, she got turned on.
The thing that made her most horny was looking at her students. Some of the boys were quite developed for eight graders and she sat in her chair, unable to concentrate on prepositions and punctuation.
"Students, excuse me a minute. I'll be right back."
Sister Mary would leave for the bathroom and put on her dildo. As she walked, it pulsed in and out of her cunt. She returned to her chair and handed out an exercise sheet.
She couldn't keep her eyes off one student, Gary Williscroft, a tall, handsome boy whose voice had changed. He occasionally had to shave the peach fuzz off of his face. She looked under the desk he sat at, at his crotch. His developed organ was apparent through the cloth of his pants. She had moved his desk close to her desk so that she could look at him.
She stared at his handsome face and then at his crotch while he earnestly poured over his assignment. Sister Mary would begin pushing the flat surface above the dildo with its springy texture beneath, which released it after it was pushed in. In and out, in and out, she pumped while her mind unreeled a fantasy of his taking her habit off and fucking her hard on the school floor.
"Let me show you how its done," she imagined saying to him, as she pulled his body across her. She wanted to sink her fingers into his ass and feel his heated breath on her face. She wanted to feel the hands of a male all over her body, sliding all across her tits, the beautiful tits she had to keep hidden beneath the clumsy folds of flowing material.
She increased her pace and was close to coming as she remembered the long ago rapturous feeling of flesh inside flesh climbing to the point of ecstasy. She came in a great crashing orgasm.
Unfortunately, she had gotten carried away. May of the students looked at her. She was closing her eyes and making little gasping noises. She looked up from her fantasy to see she had attracted some attention. She put her reading glasses on, clapped tersely and said, "Children, get back to work!"
After class was over, Gary Williscroft and his buddy, Lester Dalton, discussed the strange behavior of the nun.
"What do you think she was doing Gary?"
"I'm not sure. What do you think?"
"Maybe she was praying."
"No. I've never seen anybody pray like that before."
"Then what do you think?"
"I'm not sure. I've heard noises like that from my sister's room late at night, and I'm pretty sure she's masturbating. Just like the way we beat off. Sharon Smith told me the way she can beat off is just by crossing her legs and twisting her foot around. She says there's so many ways that a girl could masturbate whereas guys hardly have any."
"Yeah. She sure don't look like no nun I've ever seen."
"Lately, she doesn't even act like one. I swear to God, I'll bet she's got some fantastic tits underneath her nun's outfit."
"Yeah, she's got a fine ass under all that stuff too I'll bet. Sometimes I really think she's trying to pricktease me with the way she looks at me. She always looks down at my balls when I stand up. As soon as I catch her looking at me, she puts on her reading glasses and acts like nothing happens."
"I'll bet she's hot for you. Just 'cause these women are nuns doesn't mean they never think about fucking."
"I'll bet Sister Mary Joseph thinks about it quite a bit."
Sister Mary could not quench her sexual thirst for Gary that day. She put her bin wah balls on in the bathroom and roamed the gardens of the convent with the loose ball bobbing around and the one tucked inside her snatch gently rocking sensations in her. She could not decide what to do. She was very tempted to seduce Gary after class one day. Sex was so much on her mind and she just couldn't get it off.
She walked into the church and knelt before the altar, trying to decide what to do. She rocked before the statues of Mary and Jesus, staring at the muscular sinews of Jesus' body clad only in a small robe. She rocked back and forth to get the bin-wah ball going.
Father McScott, one of the parish priests, saw her. He thought she looked so angelic as she rocked with religous piety and devotion on her knees. Sister Mary was actually closer to an orgasm than to God.
The following day in class, Gary Williscroft also had his mind on sex. He had masturbated to a fantasy of fucking Sister Mary in his bed the night before. He had sat in her English class with his hard on struggling for erection in the folds of his pants. He couldn't wait for the bell to ring so he could go and jerk off in the bathroom to get rid of it.
Sister Mary had caught sight of it. She could hardly keep her eyes from its post-pubescant magnificence. She wanted to see all of it, so she wrote some exercises with chalk on the board.
"Alright, Gary. Would you like to come up and fill in the blanks with who and whom?"
"No, Sister Mary."
"Why not?"
"Well, it would just be a little embarrassing. I really don't know what the rules are. Maybe you should pick someone who knows it so they could show the class the right way."
"Why, nonsense, Gary. You do quite well on your assignments. Even if you make a mistake, why, that's what school is all about. Learning from your mistakes."
Gary grudgingly walked up to the blackboard with his hands folded over his bulging dick. He picked up a piece of chalk to fill in the blanks and Sister Mary could see the full impact of his virgin, 13 year old tool. She would have ripped it out of his zipper and sucked it right in front of the class, she was so enticed with her feelings.
Gary's hard-on left him as he finished the exercises.
"Very good. You got them all right."
Before the class was dismissed, Sister Mary asked Gary to see him after school.
As they walked to their next class, Gary and Lester Dalton discussed what she wanted to see him about after class.
"Listen Lester, I had a hard-on in my pants and she was looking at it all period."
"Shit man, I don't believe it. There is definitely something going on here."
"Christ, if she starts talking about sex or something I don't know if I'm gonna cream in my pants or have a heart attack."
"Would you like to fuck her?"
"Hell yes. Last night I got so horny thinking about it, I looked up my parents sex manual just to be sure I'd know how to do it."
"I don't blame you. She's one nun I'd love to fuck the ass off of. I'll see you later."
When three o'clock finally rolled around, Gary tucked his erection into the side of his pants, figuring she'd still notice it anyway. He walked into the classroom where she was correcting some papers. She took her glasses off and smiled at him.
"Hell. Gary. Glad to see you. Is there anything you'd like to discuss with me?"
"No Sister Mary. Was there anything you wanted to discuss with me?"
"Well, it's not so much discussion," she said, letting her words drop, and her eyes fell to his cock which was squirming for emancipation.
"Gary, I'd say it's something we have often shared in our glances. Do you know what I'm talking about?"
"Yes," said Gary, not sure if she was seducing him or giving him a lecture because of his unchecked lusty glances. He was sure what she had on her mind when he felt her smooth, white hand creeping up his thigh. Her fingers found his length of maleness and stroked it up and down gently pinching his crown, beginning to soak his briefs with a few drops of sperm.
Sister Mary opened her lips to beckon his kiss and he pressed his lips to her face. They necked and Gary got his hand behind her veil of flowing cloth in the back and yanked it off. Her beautiful, dark hair fell in a cascade that she shook about her lovely head. Gary could not believe the transformation. She was a knockout.
They kissed again, their mouths entwined, their sweet tongues delving into the clean gums of each others mouth. As their heads clung in passionate anticipation of a long hard fuck, Sister Mary stroked his cock and unzipped his pants. She reached down and pulled his cock out.
"Such a beautiful, strong cock for a thirteen year old. I want to suck it."
Gary was ecstatic. Not only was he going to get laid for the first time, but he was going to get a blowjob from a nun! A blowjob!
Sister Mary got down on her knees. "I've wanted to suck you off for the longest time. Ever since I saw your youthful beauty."
"God, I felt guilty about it, but I've thought about fucking you a lot lately."
Sister Mary got to work, rimming around his cockshaft, licking under his balls, and sliding it across his dick head. She consumed its end with a gustoed gulp and ran her head up and down, up and down. Gary grabbed her head and brought her down harder on it. Sister Mary was busy handling his ass, sliding her palms across his cool cheeks. She was pulling his pants around his ankles while continuing her sucking, pressing it against the roof of her mouth in an impassioned clench.
She had been so hungry for dick. Her mouth was engulfing his virgin pecker with furious sucking and resurgence sounds, trying to maintain the flowing saliva inside her mouth. Gary moaned, fantasizing the time when he actually split her hairy vulva, pink and wet, just drooling to accommodate his horniness.
He pushed Sister Mary onto the floor and crawled across her, rubbing his penis against her cloth covered thighs. Lifting the bottom of her habit, he pulled it over the top of her head. Sister Mary helped him with the other clothing trappings until she was only wearing her underwear and bra.
"This will be fun to strip you naked," said Gary with electric eyes that rolled up and down her fresh, youthful beauty. He lifted his hands up to her bra while her frantic head reached down for his torrid kiss.
When her breasts were free, they floated freely like water buoys. Her rosy pink nipples were hard, capping her delicious tits with their pointed beauty. Gary's eyes were amazed with their sensual beauty, drinking their smooth, creamy texture. He touched them, gingerly at first, savoring their warmth, and the fact that they were softer than any flesh he had ever felt. The sexual energy between them was a raging electric storm.
He followed the curve of her hips with his hands, feeling her cunt which slightly poked through her panties. He slid his hands inside and shucked them down.
Her vulva dazzled him. It's awesome softness decked by a delicate fringe of pubic hair drove him crazy. Unable to keep his hands off of it, he firmly stroked it, her hairs tickling his forearm as it descended.
He plyed open her den of delights with his fingers and slid his middle finger inside. The sweet musk smell of her twat flew into the air with a great richness. He thrust a second finger inside while his other hand groped for her ass. He felt the crack between her fleshy globes while turning her on vaginally. He looked down at his cock, as stiff as a pipe and aching from its tremendous erection. He thought it could get no harder until her sweetbread between her legs showed pink and slimy with her sexual goo.
Gary pulled off his shirt, his shoes and socks. Sister Mary returned to her knees and pulled his pants off with her teeth, occasionally licking down his legs.
"That's what I want to do," she said. "I want to see you nude and then lick your body up and down."
Gladly, Gary sprawled across the floor, his legs apart and relaxed. Sister Mary started with his chest, licking all across his pectoral muscles. She sucked on his nipples and ran the tip of her tongue across them. She licked back and forth above his armpits and Gary threw his arms back, revealing his hairy pits. Sister Mary was excited by the smells of his perspiration, filling her nose with a dark pleasant scent. She had always loved that smell when she was around men. She knew she got excited and had read that the armpits are like a box incubating a sexual aroma that is released when the armpits are opened. She nuzzled her nose deep into his hair, breathing deep of his scent. Uncontrollably, she delved in her tongue, licking all around and tasting his salt. She licked the other one clean of its scent and brought Gary an unexpected pleasure. Her mad tongue tingled his armpits with its gentle grating and powerful slipperiness.
She continued tonguing her way down and into his navel, twisting its insides with her squirming tongue. Gary could not believe the sensual feelings he was having. He didn't know the other erogenous zones could be so stimulated.
She got down to his thighs, leaving a cool wet trail all along, kissing his thigh's insides. She licked around his kneecaps, all along his legs and down to his feet. She licked the inside of every toe and sucked on the biggest digits.
"Turn over," she said. "I hope you like this, because I love it!"
"Keep going, sister. This is too much."
Sister Mary started at the back of his thighs, licking alternately up the sides of them and into his asscrack. She delved her pinkness down at his balls, the back of them sticking up through Gary's legs. She then licked all over his firm, young ass, stretching the moment for both hers, and his dessert.
Lightly rimming the sides of his anus, she did an oral attack. She swirled her tongue around it trying to burst inside his sphincter which was as tight as a screw. It took several plunges before she could loosen it and finally delve inside where she tasted its funkiness. She sucked the walls of his anus into her mouth, creating a surface she could push her tongue in and out of. Gary was so turned on he couldn't believe it. He knew sex was something else, but to receive so many sexual pleasures so early, so many that he hadn't heard of, was just blowing him away.
"I think its time I fucked you," Gary said, rolling over.
"I think its time I get that wonderfully hard cock twisting in me and against my clit," said the nun.
Against the side of the desk, Sister Mary spread her legs and lifted them to cradle the young boy's weight. He placed his sprawled hands outside of her head, and lowered himself down. Her amazing breasts flattened warm across her chest, and his heated dick burned across her abdomen.
Mary grabbed it at the base, leading it to her cave. With his penis head pressed to its dampness, Gary prepared to fully discover the joys of manhood.
He thrust his hips, and millimeter by millimeter, he eased it in as a flowing warmth crept across their bodies. It slipped all the way in, and Gary felt it throb inside her, his penis absorbed in her slippery hole.
"How does that feel?" Sister Mary asked.
"It feels great sister."
"Call me Noreen," she said and Gary lifted his hips again to plunge. A crashing sexual feeling engulfed him. His hips lifted and plunged, lifted and plunged. Soon he was humping her hard and frantically, lifting his rump high into the air and then slamming.
He fucked her hard for five minutes, trying not to come. He wanted it to last and last. Sister Mary's hips squirmed beneath him as he battered away at her insides. Each crashing plunge brought her delight, its own individual stab of erotic pleasure.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she shouted. "Oh you're so
64 good, Gary. Oh fuck me harder!"
Gary could no longer hold back himself. He beat hard against the palate of her hips and his cum exploded inside her.
"Oh, I can feel your come sliding on my insides!"
Gary pulled out of her and his soppy penis splat against his balls and his thighs.
"Gary, you can fuck me anytime," she said. "Have you been around?"
"Not really, but your fantastic ass and tits sure help a guy out. Just one look at your naked body and I knew what I needed to do."
"Next time I want to suck you off to have your sperm in my mouth."
"Wow! The thought of that almost gets me hard again."
"Anytime you're ready. I'm afraid you're going to have an awful lot of detention the rest of this school year, Gary."
"I guess I could do my homework or something," he said and smiled. The two of them lay by each other talking, enjoying each other's nude bodies.
Suddenly, the door opened. Their bodies recoiled in fear. A figure walked over and looked down.
"Well, well. Of all things for my best friend and my schoolteacher the nun to be doing." It was Lester Dalton.
"Sister Mary, I'm gonna fuck you too," he said, pulling his shirt over the top of his head. Sister Mary did not know what to do. She supposed all she could do was receive his penis.
Lester finished stripping. His puberty was apparent. Although his cock was grown, he had no hair. The idea of his youth turned Sister Mary on. Her only worry was could she continue fucking these young boys in secret. "I've always wanted to play with and see one of these," said Lester squatting on his knees before Sister Mary's prostrate body. He stroked her musky muff and fingered her. Lester laughed boyishly as he slid his hands in and out of a real live pussy.
"I hear it's all pink in there, but I want to look anyway," he said, cleaving open her cunt with a few fingers from both hands. It excited Lester to know that his best friend's seed was still inside of her. He lowered his face for a sexual meal and began nibbling her labias. His chin ran up and down her cunt clevage as his tongue soared up and down its length.
"Where's your clit, Sister?" The boy laughed at asking a nun where her clitoris was.
"I'll show you," she said, "where you can do me lots of good."
Lester ran his finger over her button-to-sexual-thrills and did the same with his tongue. He turned around while still on his hands and knees with his young yank across her face. Leaning over her to lick her some more, Sister Mary reached up for his male fruit and nibbled all over it, finally taking it in her mouth and sucking it. Her hand pumped its bottom while her tongue lashed the top of it, and her throat swallowed the rest of it.
Gary watched the two of them get off and his own hard-on returned to him. He was ready to get back in the action and he ran his hands across her tits, beautifully stretched out across her chest.
Meanwhile, his best friend was floundering his crazed lips and tongue into the nuns juicy peach. He was ready to fuck her. He crawled across her, leading his dick into her thighs, and then slipping it in.
"Sister Mary, it's great to lose your virginity with a nun. Your pussy's hot!"
Lester began fucking her and Gary straddled the nuns head, pushing his erection down to the nun's mouth. She took it in, holding it between her teeth. Gary leaned back from her so he could actually slip it in and out and fuck her throat.
"Hey, Gary get your ass out of my face."
"Gary, you can put your ass over my face," said the nun.
Gary got the idea and sat on his haunches with his ass hovering over the nun's face. She delved her tongue back in again, breaking the ground and darting in and out of his rectum.
Lester was curious about that.
"How's that feel?"
"Excellent," Gary replied through closed eyes. He masturbated his cock.
"Let me try it," said Lester, positioning his ass over her head. He spread his cheeks with his hands as he felt her raw tongue began weasling its way into his asshole. At first she continued to lick it all around it, a sensual joy in it's self. But when she broke past his sphincter muscle, Gary was crazed with passion. He didn't think it could get any better until he felt her tongue whorling around his anus in a circle.
"Sister Mary, I've gotta fuck you now!" he said. "I feel myself close to shooting my jism."
"Not yet," said Gary, sawing away inside the sister. "I'm really feeling the swing of things."
"Yeah, but you already fucked her!"
"Boys, boys, boys," said Sister Mary. "Now quit your quarreling. You may both fuck me all you want. I want to get fucked in the ass anyway."
Gary really responded to that. He wanted to feel his meat behind her tail more than anything. Sister Mary knelt on the floor with her knees spread apart. She pushed her ass out until Gary could see her small, dark asshole with its trimming of black anal hairs.
"Oh, split my anus!" Sister Mary yelled. Gary obliged her as he fed her his hot, sweating cock, ramming it hard into her. Sister Mary shrieked from pain and joy. Gary groped her tits and kneaded them while he began his slow rhythm, moving in and out of her ass.
Lester sandwiched her in the front. Pressing himself tightly to her body, his shaft cleaved its way back into her pussy. The boys could feel each other's cocks as they slipped and slided through her orifices. Sister Mary was erect as possible as the boys sank deeper into her with their penetration. Lester bent his head down to suck her tits and then turned his mouth to her face. Their mouths closed on one another as they exchanged tongues in rhythmn with their fucking. Gary's loaf was through baking in her anal oven. His climax built as his humping increased, his pubic hairs pinning themselves on the wall of her ass and springing back. He pulled out as he came to watch his semen roll down the back of her thighs. Sister Mary reached from behind and smeared the come all over her ass, her back and the sides of her hips.
Lester lowered her to the ground and fucked her hard. He was loving the power he was exerting, controlling pulling all of his length out and shoving it back in again. The heat between their joined crotches was like a jungle. "Get up, Sister Mary. I want to fuck you on your desk." Sister Mary obeyed him and lay her back across the desk. Lester started fucking her again and they got damp spots all over a number of test papers. After he fucked her for a while, he pulled out with a strange quizical look on his face.
"I don't know why I want to do this," he said. "But I do. Sister Mary, where are your glasses?"
"They're in my purse. But what do you want them for?"
"You'll see," he said, taking them and looking at them.
He walked over to her and took the glasses and shoved them up her cunt. Holding the end, he pulled them in and out of her, cackling like a fiend.
"Lift your legs," he said, taking the goo-coated glasses and shoving them up her ass. Sister Mary was puzzled by this strange fetish, but was feeling turned on by it. Gary watched, and somehow he understood how his buddy could get pleasure out of this. Finally, Lester left them inside of her asshole and fucked her there with his cock sliding against the lenses. He was really enjoying it and his pumping got viscious and hot and both he and Sister Mary broke out in sweat. She came with pain wracking her insides as the glasses pressed sharply into the walls of her intestines. Lester was ready to come to, and he pulled out of her ass, set her legs down which were hanging over his shoulders, and plucked the glasses from her ass. He had to search hard for them, stretching the Sister's hole into pain as his fingers reached far to grab them. Covered with globs of come and her salty juices, he put them on her face. He poked his cock back into her cunt a few times, stabbed sharply, and then brought his dick up to her face. He came in two tablespoons of thick, white come that landed on her glasses. He directed a spurt under her eyes as well.
"Lick the come off of my dick," he said, and Sister Mary lapped up what had dribbled down the side of his cock going limp.
Sister Mary got off of the desk and wiped the j ism off of her face and cleaned her vagina and asshole. The three of them silently dressed and left the room.
CHAPTER 7
Sister Mary Joseph was a little paranoid after she left the classroom and silently waved good-bye to the boys. It had been a good fuck, but she worried because she had heard footsteps outside in the halls.
She did all of the usual things she did on Wednesday afternoon. She went to the afternoon mass, meditated in the garden, and went to her room to wash up for dinner. She washed off her cunt that was all crusty with dried jism and splashed water across her asscrack that was parched and chafed from all of the anal action she had gotten. She lay across her bed in her underwear, her long lovely legs dangling her feet over the end, her massive boobs standing upright in her extra-tension support bra. From beneath the blankets she heard a sheet of paper rustling. She pulled back her bedspread and found a note in neat, block printing.
Dear Sister Mary Joseph Shame on you. Here you are, a nun, a sister to the Virgin Mary, a servant to Our Lord Jesus Christ, and supposedly celibated.
Yet this afternoon I peeked into your classroom window to see you indulge in intercourse. Not only were you breaking your vows, but you also corrupted two young Catholic youths. Perhaps you are even responsible for throwing their souls into hell.
Of course, I cannot blame you. I have often thought of seducing you myself. How often have I wondered about the giant breasts that bob and sway beneath your nun's uniform? How often have I created my own mental picture of what your sweet round ass looks like while it is hidden beneath all that cloth? How many times have I masturbated thinking of your beautiful, young aristocratic face kissing my mouth with your thick lusty lips? And how often would I love to feel your mouth muscle turning on my own sexual organ?
The answer to these questions is too many times. I can no longer stand it. I know now that you cannot restrain your own sexual desires. Niether can I. Therefore, I am coming to get you. Be prepared. I will see you tonight. Get your sweet cunt hot and ready.
There was no signature to the note. Excited and frightened, Sister Mary Joseph was unable to figure out who it could have possibly been. There were a number of priests who taught at the school, but none of them seemed likely. Perhaps it was one of the janitors. It might have been another of her students, but he would have a hard time getting inside the convent and her room. She thought long and hard.
"Oh Lord!" she said to herself at one thought. The note writer had not even indicated his or her sex. It could have even been another nun.
The thrill of fucking was in her veins like heroin. She was fast addicted. Even if it were one of the older janitors, like Mr. Blatchford who was fifty and balding, she would have fucked him, sucked his cock, let him eat her, eat his asshole or sit on his face. Enormously excited by the prospect of fucking, she took out her good, old standard-the inverted dildo.
She walked to the eating quarters, chatting gaily with the other nuns, their white habits floating behind them like a flock of flying geese. As she sat eating her dinner, talking about her students and school, she pushed the dildo in and out of her, anxiously awaiting her secret lover. She was glad someone knew. She hoped whoever he was that he was just a good lay.
Skipping dessert, she returned to her room and decided on a full bath. She dripped water across her lovely full breasts and watched the chrystal drops reflect light on her goose-bumped flesh. She opened her cunt to allow water to seep in and plunged in and out of it with her finger. She cleaned her asshole the same way, stretching out the walls to allow water to seep in and seep out until her rectum was tight and squeaky clean.
When she got out of the bath, she filled her douche bag with lukewarm water and a drop of perfume she saved in a little known corner of her medicine cabinet. Although she was not allowed to wear make-up or even show her hair in public, she bit her lips to turn them red, and pinched the flesh for rosiness around her cheekbones. Since she was alone in her room, she allowed her long, silky, close-to-black hair cascade across her soft, white shoulders. She wore only her slip and panties as she relaxed across her bed, waiting for a caller.
Immediately, there was a knock. She felt a slight pang of anticipation in her gut, and her heartbeat quickened. She calmly walked towards the door, and asked who it was.
"It's Sister Anna," said the visitor.
"Oh fuck!" thought the nun to herself. "She may be my closest friend in this convent, but she may ruin everything."
Sister Anna Mathew smiled exuberantly and sat at the edge of her bed. Sister Mary got back on the bed too, assuming a more nun-like position by closing her legs and folding her arms over her breasts.
"Excuse me for being dressed this way, Sherry."
Sherry was Sister Anna's name before she took on her nun's vow. It was one of the secrets they shared-Sherry also called Sister Mary, Noreen.
"Oh, no Noreen. Don't be modest. The habits are so containing. I often do the same as you. They're so hot and oppressive I just like to air out sometimes."
"Oh exactly!" said Noreen. "I can see why God created Adam and Eve without clothes. It's too bad they ate the apple or we'd still be enjoying that."
"Really. I see you still shave your legs and your underarms. Most of the other nuns don't bother since we don't get to wear any stylish clothes."
Their eyes looked into each other as if they wanted to share a trust. Sherry began stroking Noreen's leg.
"It's so smooth," she said, casually stroking her thigh.
"Tell me Noreen, do your breasts still stand up the way they used to? Why, I remember when I used to push out my breasts in high school so the boys would notice me. It seemed I was so proud of them they were actually healthier and more appealing."
"Oh yes, mine do," she said, hoping she was reading Sister Anna right. She pulled off her bra, and like two setting suns in a creamy sky, her nipples presented their feminine beauty. Sherry had to hold her reactions back. She was so hot and horny for sex, and before she married Jesus, she had been a practicing bisexual. Her twat began seeping.
"They sure do. They're quite lovely," she said, and she brought her waiting open palms to the bottom of them. Her warm tits seemed to melt in pleasure above them.
"Oh, Noreen!" she said, springing onto the bed. "I want to make love to you. God save us, but I want to feel you! I want to make love to you! I want to kiss your soft, moist lips!"
Noreen held her to her chest, their bodies fallen into a feast of arms.
"Do you want to kiss me?" Noreen asked.
"Yes," she said, and they opened their mouths. They touched, brushed lips and then slammed their faces hard into each other's mouth's. Sister Mary was impassioned. She had hoped her visitor would be a man, but she was bathed in the erotic feminine energy from Sister Anna. Their warm tongues whorled in a long embrace. Mary pulled the habit off of her, revealing her naked body. It turned her on to see the light bristle of unshaved hair on the other nun's legs and the blonde nest of hair in her armpits.
The two nuns lay by each other and Sherry got on top after a while. Their big tits rubbed against each other, their nipples sliding over the smooth flesh. Their soft bellys burned against each other. "Oh Noreen, this feels so good," said Sherry.
"Yes, it's wonderful," said Noreen, spreading her legs beneath her. "Put your hand on my vagina."
Noreen guided her finger into her vagina while her stomach was stroked by her other long, bony finger. Sherry slipped her finger in and out of her pussy getting her hot and horny. Noreen's clit was standing on end. Her tits, ass and stomach were goose pimpled.
Noreen looked down at her pussy which was hot and oozing between her thighs. Her pubic hair was wet and she fingered herself a little.
"Noreen, I want to lick your cunt. Get up on the bed and shove your ass in my face. I want to fill you up with my mouth muscle."
She did so, leaning over her headboard. Sherry played with her ass, plying her warm buttocks and spreading her asscheeks apart. When her slit was cherry red and damp, she tongued it savagely and then stuck it far up into her shit canal.
"Oh God, Sherry! That's so fantastic. Your finger could never give me that beautiful feeling."
Sherry kissed all over her ass and into its crack and on her exposed beaver.
"Do that some more!" cried Noreen. "Somehow your licking my asshole really turns on my twat too!"
"Sure," she said, slipping her tongue back into Noreen's anal darkness. She continued licking while Noreen ground her asscheeks into her face.
"Sherry, do you want me to do that to you?"
"Yes! I'd love for you to do a little number on my butthole." Sherry took her head out and they switched positions. Noreen applied her hands to her smooth broad ass while rubbing her shaved legs over the slightly bristly, hairy legs of the other nun.
"Sherry, your butt is so firm and springy and smooth."
Noreen slid her tongue along the nun's ass crease, giving her a good hot supply of her tongue's meat. She pushed her tongue all the way past her and inside of her colon.
"I've loved giving guys a good rim job, but somehow, Sherry giving it to a woman who's my friend makes me see how much of a turn-on it is to eat a shithole. It's so nice and tight and then it softens up around my tongue."
"Good," said Sherry, reaching from behind herself to feel Noreen's hanging tits. She also used her other hand to stick into her leaky twat. She got a handful of frothy juice as she plied into her vaginal tube, extending all of her fingers into its expanses.
Noreen stopped her rimming and laid her legs over the bed, her ass sitting, but leaned back to expose her feminine glory.
"I want to feel your tongue raging in my quim," she said to Sherry.
"Great," said Sherry, getting her body between her long, silky legs. Her open bush was really turning her on. She supplied her wet, drooling tongue to her cunt, licking all around it and nuzzling into her pubic hair.
"How do you like it?" she asked.
"It's hot," said Noreen, closing her eyes to receive the bliss that turned between her legs. Sherry gripped her around the ass and Noreen pulled her face into her lower abdomen to feel all her face pressed on her skin.
"Noreen, this is how I hoped it would be," Sherry said, returning to her licking. Her cunt was drooling as she thought how nice, juicy and warm it was to have her tongue up her fat, oozy twat. Her other she slipped up to Noreen's ass, taking her middle digit and planting it in her bunghole. While she squirmed her finger up her ass, she found her clit as her lips were looser and flapping around her puckered mouth. She flapped it around with her tongue.
"Lemme lick you," Noreen said, and they lay on the ground with Noreen on top of her, her face hovering over her cunt, her own cunt lowered over Sherry's pussy drenched face. Noreen began drilling her vagina, making sure her clit was always touched by her tongue as it slipped along her vaginal walls. Their orgasms were shaking up and chills began running all through their bodies. Noreen could sense that Sherry was about to ready to come so she intensified her clitoral attacks. The both of them were heaving up and down as their juices were close to boiling. They came within milliseconds of each other, shaking their quivering titties as a rush of energy thrilled all through them.
Their exhausted, thoroughly satisfied bodies went limp on each other. They cuddled with their moist pussy lips touching. They palmed each others asses as they caught their breath.
"You know Sherry, that was some lay. Are you totally gay?"
"Oh, I suppose so. I guess I'm bisexual because before I became a nun I was attracted to a few men, but I always preferred to fuck with women. I guess I always felt guilty about that since I knew I could never marry a man without wanting to have sex with women outside of our marriage. I also felt very guilty about my lesbian feelings, being a Catholic girl and all."
"Yes, I suppose that's why I became a nun," said Sister Mary. "Because I felt very guilty about my sexual feelings and the fact that I had incest with both of my parents."
"Both of them?"
"Yes. It all happened in two days where I blew a priest at the confessional and was sodomised by some hoods on the way home. My father became angry and fucked my vagina. My mother seduced me the next day and ... Well, it's a long terrible story I'll tell you someday. Anyway, I have to say that note you left under my blankets sure threw me for a jolt. I was both scared and turned on and I only suspected that it wouldn't be a man."
"I'm sorry, Noreen. I don't really know what you're talking about."
"Didn't you leave me a note on my bed?"
"No, I'm afraid I didn't."
"Then, Sherry, why did you feel it was safe to come here and have sex with me. For all you might have known, I was just like any other nun."
"No, because I saw you go into that adult book store the time we all went to the movies. When I got the chance, I looked into your purse and saw all the dildos and things you bought."
"Why you nasty little nun, you."
The sisters hugged and felt each other, talking about their sexual frustration, lesbianism and the ways that they masturbated. Each of them was able to give the other a few tips.
"Noreen, my favorite way is to give myself about a gallon enema before I go in the shower. Then I take the shower off the hook and direct the stream onto my clit. Just as I start to come, I release all the water. It's shitty water, but it just goes right down the drain."
"Really!"
"Yes. Another one of my favorite ways is to take a rubber pipe and shove one end up my ass and the other into my cunt. Then I shove it into my cunt, then into my ass, going back and forth."
"Wow. You'll have lend me that hose. I thought of a new way to masturbate to. I pick up that chair over there, the heavy upholstered one, and lift the leg onto my cunt. Then I press my cunt muscles together as tight as I can, but that chair is so heavy that eventually, that whole seven inch leg works its way inside."
"Great! I'll try that with my chair!"
The two of them decided to get dressed. They kissed each other good night. Sister Mary dressed in her robe and wondered who the note was from. She anxiously waited, hoping that it was only a threat because she had just had a good fuck. She sat in her bed reading. Later in the evening, she heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"It's me, Sister Mary. Howard Blatchford."
CHAPTER 8
"Howard Blatchford!" the nun thought to herself. She figured he was the one who had written her the note and was repulsed. She wondered that he had even had the intelligence to write a note like that. He was a janitor who probably peeked in on her while the two boys fucked her. All she could do was let him in. She was sorry that she would probably have to acquiesce to his desires.
Howard was 52. He entered her room with a big bottle of whiskey, most of it already drunken. He had a large lump in his crotch that needed release.
"Hi Sister. I came in here for a suck. I want to feel your hot thick lips wrapped around my dick. I think you'll find it's quite delicious."
"Howard," she said in a scolding tone. "How did you get in here being so drunk?"
"I got the keys off of the janitor who cleans these convents."
"Oh shit," she said, very dissappointed at how things were turning out. "If I give you a blowjob and let you fuck me a little, will you get out and never come back again?"
"Oh, I suppose so, sugar," he said through his reeking breath.
Howard walked over to her and took her robe off. He gave a yank to her ass and palmed her pussy. He pushed his head between her tits and rubbed them all over his face.
"I think I'd like to fuck your tits first," he said. "Get on the floor," he said tossing her to the ground.
"Hey, Howard! You can get anything off of me, but no rough stuff. And you've gotta keep it quiet. I'd be thrown out of this convent faster than hell, and you'd lose your job and probably your wife, too."
"I wouldn't care if I lost my wife. She's a dried old bitch anyway. I call her Sandpaper Cunt. She's starting to grow a moustache anyway."
Howard began stripping, revealing his giant, hairy beer-belly. Sister Mary looked at his breasts, all covered with grey hair and flabby like tits. His big schlong wagged between his thighs. Sister Mary thought it was ugly, all covered with veins and wrinkles. But it was so grotesque and manly she just had to suck it. Before he could get a hold of himself to get on top of her, she was already under him with her mouth ready to do its work. Howard handed his cock over to her. Noreen covered it, ready to work his meat into a sexual storm. She licked it up and down with some long strokes under the bottom and over the top. She then smacked all of it inside her face. Her lips curled over the base of his fuck stick.
She decided to work on licking all over the end of it, holding his hog of carnality in her hand smeared with her own saliva.
She ran her mouth all over his rod again and then pulled it out to rub against her cheeks. She put her other hand onto his nest of testicles and scratched into his pubic hair.
"That feels fine honey," he said. "I really want to fuck your tits though."
"Fine," the nun answered. She had never had anyone fucking her tits. Even though she would be getting it from this beat up old man with the giant pecker, she thought she might like it. He kneeled over her with knees spread outside of her long, lovely limbs and sat his fat ass on her navel. His cock was getting stiffer as his ass absorbed the warmth from her belly.
"Okay, honey. Press those giant titties around my big cock and we'll get started. You already got my pecker wet enough so it can slide in between there real good."
Noreen obeyed his request and lifted her breasts around his cock as he pressed it onto her chest. Her two nipples stood up like onion domed towers on a Russian church. The janitor began working his ass back and forth, thrusting his cock hard inside the friction she created. His massive meat made the nun really have to press her tits tight together. She liked it, and she could peer down and watch his peter poke out of the end of her breasts and recede.
"Mmmm boy. Nothing beats fucking a nun's tits. You just keep pressing those boobs around my dick and I'll try and pray us both out of hell. Aww, that friction around my cock is so nice!"
Sister Mary was getting tired of holding her tits. They were getting bruised and chafed.
"Just shut up and keep fucking Howard. I can't take anymore of this. My arms are getting tired."
"No way. Sister, I'm gonna fuck you till I'm ready."
To prove his point, Howard sat back on her stomach and ground his hairy ass into her soft, delicate flesh. He reached behind and poked her pussy a little with his hands, but she was getting dry. He whacked off a little, and then crawled off.
"I figure I'm gonna give you a long hard fuck in your cunt Sister Mary. My meat may be getting old like I am, but it's tougher and harder than a chicken gizzard. I'm gonna send your clit crazy."
"C'mon Howard. Just fuck me. I've got to get you out of here before something happens. Your smelly, hairy old ass is starting to look pretty disgusting to me too."
"Alright, sugar. You asked for it long enough already."
Howard slunk his whale-like body on top of her and took his dick which he crammed with a mighty, lusty grunt into her orifice. He fucked her long and hard with his long greying pubic hair tangling in her own. Sister Mary lay passively beneath him, wanting to get away, but then she started getting into it.
"You know, that old pecker of yours sure pulls and pushes a pretty mean load."
"I've satisfied a few good women," he said during humps.
"Well, I can take it. I want to feel that son-of-the-devil dig into my box with all it can take."
"You got it," he said and he lifted his hips high up in the air, with only the end of his dick still stuffed inside her cunt. He rammed down, splitting her cunt apart.
"How's that, Sister?"
"Do it again! Do it again!"
"You got it," he said and he whumped her again.
"Sister, I just love the feel of sticking it in and out of you. You mind if I do that?"
"Not at all," she said.
Howard pulled all the way out of her and re-entered several times. Each time he whumped his flabby ass onto her, it jiggled around a little like jello. He wanted to come so he fucked her for a while. Her cunt had gotten incredibly juicy again and it made a slushing, slurping noise.
Howard eyed her rosary beads next to her small room altar with a few candles on it and a statuette of Mary.
"I think I can give you some real religous pleasure," he said with a mischievous grin.
"Like what?"
"Like I think I can improvise a pretty good way to get something smooth and pebbly tunneling down your cunt tube as well as something to turn your asshole on."
The man pulled out of her with a sucking noise. The nun watched his magic wand bob up and down all a-glistening with her salty cunt juices. Howard picked up the statuette of Mary and spit on the top of it. He grabbed her rosarys in the other hand.
"Lift that pretty little ass," he said, cutting a fart.
"Oh, don't be gross," she said, obeying his command. Her exposed asshole was all tight and wrinkly after recuperating awhile. He held the statuette of Mary at the base and inserted her head to the Sister's orifice. Her asshole sucked it up and began rotating it in her and pivoting it around like a universal joint. As he twisted more and more, the shoulders delved into her asshole. Pretty soon it was fastly swallowing up the whole statue and he turned it around and around inside of her. She was turned on and the juices around her cunt formed a small bubble on her exposed cunt lips, all pink and wet like chewed bubblegum.
He began fucking her with it and it produced a few farts from her. Her face turned red. Howard laughed.
"You crude beast! At least mine weren't intentional."
"Sister, you may be a nun, but you're corrupt as hell. Even if you were a good nun, your farts smell as bad as anyones. Except mine. Mine smell pretty good-like a freshly opened can of nuts or a bag of potato chips."
"Oh you're crude," she said. "Just fuck me."
"Alright," he said, giving her a few hard, fast jerks into her asshole. He left it to jam her anus while he fucked her. His spidery fingers slid into her cunt which he stretched one way and then the other. And then getting on his knees, he took her rosary beads and wrapped them hard around his cock, making an extra tight ring at the bottom. This made the blood in his cock harder to get back and gorged his penis even larger.
"That's starting to look like a real youthful pecker," said Sister Mary as it smoothed out and took on a youthful color.
Howard was busy wrapping the other beads close to the tip of is cock. He took his studded tool into is palm and admired his artistry.
"Your an amazing fuck, Howard. That looks real good. Let's see how it feels."
Howard got into push-up position across her body with his hairy gut slung beneath him and shaking like hammock in a breeze. He dipped his be-jeweled cock into her honeywell. It thrilled Sister Mary. She loved the hard beads beating against her clitoris, but it was killing Howard. The beads were digging into his cock flesh and hurting him.
"I'm gonna pull out of this one," he said. "This hurts too much."
"Oh, don't!" yelled Sister Mary. "Those beads wrapped around your cock are giving me ecstasy. Ecstacy!"
"Sorry, sister. That really hurts too much."
"Oh be a man," goaded the nun. "Can't you take a little pain? I've been buttfucked today and it's been a long time, yet I can stand a little pain for someone else's pleasure."
Howard hesitated and took a long swallow from his bottle.
"A real man could do it," said the sister with the slightest touch of sadism.
Howard burst forth like a panther.
"Why you shit-eating bitch," he said. He threw his massive weight on her and she was unable to breathe beneath his massive weight. His cock tore hard into her cunt and he slammed it like a sledge hammer. The harder he rocked her, the harder his dick got. He felt tremendous pain but he watched the woman's face stretch into anger. Her clit was banged so hard she was coming, a blissful and torturous experience that shook her insides like the San Francisco earthquake.
"Stop, stop...." she barely moaned. Her cunt was in pain.
Howard popped out of her and his come had gathered in a quartet of spurts. His first glob of jism spewed out a teaspoon. The second one dropped off onto her belly. The third was a great heavy glob that shot up and landed the biggest splotch on her left tit, rolling off of it like an avalanche. The final glob edged out of his prick and rolled down the side of it. His exhausted dick was shriveled up and the slightly bloody rosary beads fell off his dick of their own accord.
"Did you like that Howard?"
"Yeah. Did you?"
"Yes, but that's it. I'm a nun. I've sinned. And it's the last time I let you or anyone fuck me. I've gotta stop using that word too."
"Oh, I doubt if that's true. Your horny as hell. You don't walk like a nun, look like a nun or think like one. Beneath all your holy refinery, is a whore. A slut. A pig."
"Get out of here! I've done everything I can for you. I only let you do this just because you knew my secret."
"What secret?"
"Because you saw me fuck the two boys this afternoon. Umm, I mean engage in sexual intercourse with them."
"What's this?"
"You know. My two students." Howard began laughing.
"Jesus Christ. You are a slutty, perverse bitch, ain't you? I didn't see you fuck anybody. I was just down at the bar with the boys and we all made a bet. I said tonight I could go and fuck a nun if I wanted to. There's three guys out there waiting to see how I make out. All I gotta do is wave my cunt smelling fingers under their noses and show 'em a few pubic hairs."
And with that remark, the old man reached over and plucked a few of her black curly pubes.
"You frigging bastard! That hurt! You uncouth bastard! I hope you at least made some money."
"No. They all just owe me a cup of coffee."
"You shit! Get out of here! You got everything you wanted."
"Not yet, Sister. Such mean, nasty language for a woman of the one true faith."
Howard walked over her still prostrate body and squatted his ass over her face. He stepped on her tiny wrists so she could not escape. She squirmed her head, but his massive buttocks was firmly pressing it down to the ground. He laughed fiendishly as he heard her muffled cries beneath his cheeks. He pivoted a little to feel her facial features imprinting themselves in his ass. And then he laid a giant, smelly fart right over her nose. His ass mouth opened and wrapped itself around her nose. Satisfied, he got off her, and cut another fart-this time so she could get its whole disgusting aroma.
"You pig," she said, too repulsed to even comment.
He laughed as he dressed and Sister Mary went into her bathroom to shower off the disgusting encounter. To add to her feelings of revulsion, she didn't know yet who the note was from. The idea of another sexual encounter that evening was too much for her. After she thoroughly soaped her cunt and anus, she dried herself off and climbed into bed. Outside of her window, she heard the voices of some laughing men. She shriveled up with selfdisgust and slunk into her sheets.
CHAPTER 9
Sister Mary's intercom buzzed. She turned on her lamp and spoke into the small box on the wall. "Yes, what is it?"
"Hello Sister Mary. This is Sister Francis. Can you hear those vulgar men outside?"
"No, no. I can't. What are they saying?"
"Oh dear, I won't say. Anyway, you've got a visitor out here. A blind man."
"Really?" Sister Mary did not know any blind men. "What time is it? Is it still visiting hours?"
"Oh yes. It's not quite ten."
"Really? I guess I've been so very busy today, that it seems longer than it actually is. What's the man's name? I'm afraid I don't know any blind men."
"He won't say, but he said he wrote you a note today and that you are expecting him. By the way, you had another visitor today. A handsome and distinguished looking gentleman who said he's been to see you at school, but you weren't there, so he dropped by your room and said you weren't home then either."
"Oh? I was out meditating in the garden before dinner. Send him in, Sister."
So. Here he was. The real writer of the note. She'd been through a lot that day. She hoped she had enough energy to get through this ordeal. It was too bad. Sister Francis said he was a handsome and distinguished gentleman and she had already wasted her energy minutes ago on a filthy, dirty old man. She put on her robe and covered her hair with her nun's hair piece.
A knock came at the door. The "blind" gentleman entered, wearing dark glasses. He was led by a large, almost ferocious looking German shepard on a harness. Sister Mary admired the touch of grey around his sideburns and along the sidewalls of his hair. His handsomely tanned features reminded her strongly of someone she knew, but she didn't know who.
"Hello," said the voice in a low whisper.
"Hello," said Sister Mary intrigued by her visitor. "You're lucky you were allowed in here. When ever any of the sisters have male visitors, we're supposed to meet them in the common room."
"Oh, I guess they figured nothing too sexual could happen since I'm playing I'm blind."
The man took off his glasses.
Sister Mary looked at him and felt a punch in her stomach. "Daddy!"
"Noreen! How're you honey? Your still beautiful."
"And you've gotten even handsomer!"
The two of them gave each other a non-sexual hug, but as their bodies were pressed tight into each other, Sister Mary felt her father's boner sitting up between his crotch. The nun lowered her hands to his ass and gave it a squeeze. A new rush of horniness was rushing through her.
"You know, little girl, I went to see you in your classroom this afternoon, thinking we could have a nice adult conversation and forget all those things of the past, but my, my. You haven't changed a bit."
"Oh, Daddy. I tried to forget all about sex. For years I had only very light thoughts about it, but it started up again. A big rushing tidal wave of horny feelings at looking at trim masculine asses and wanting to feel their horny hands on my tits and their cocks stirring hard and heavy in my sexual stew, just overwhelmed me. I guess I could never really stop."
"But baby-doll. What about the sisterhood? How can you still be a nun and go on this way? You've got to put all of this aside. Your supposed to be married to Jesus. Your supposed to be fucking Jesus, and emulating his holy mother, the Virgin Mary."
"I don't know, Dad. I love being a servant of God. And I love working with the schoolchildren...."
"I'll bet you do. Especially hot, hung ones with changed voices and fuzzy faces. Ones that...."
"Oh Daddy," she said, trailing her finger down his tie, past his suit jacket and across his cock, trying to break out.
"I suppose I've got to make a decision. But, I've got a lot of time. And I certainly don't have to make it tonight."
"You sure don't," he said, gripping her by her soft shoulders. He ripped the cloth off of her head and flung her robe off. His greedy hand slid all over her warm, sensuous curves, as he squeezed his bulging cock with his other hand, adjusting it for comfort.
He liberated his dick with a quick pull of his zipper and Noreen engulfed the bottom of it with her anxious palm. He brought his hand behind her neck and pressed his mouth to her. He forced his tongue into his daughters mouth, prying her teeth apart. He found her tongue and greedily sucked on it, while his hand worked her plush, firm ass.
Between heated breath he said, "Noreen, I'm awfully sorry about all that terrible shit that happened when you were thirteen. All that stuff that led to your mother's and mine divorce and all that humiliation you received."
"It's alright, Daddy."
"No it's not," he said. "It was terrible. I cried each time I read one of your letters from that orphanage. You were so lonely and so guilty. Your mother and I really fucked you up. Me more than her. I didn't know you were still really a virgin. Not that if you weren't it was an invitation anyway."
"Don't talk about it, Pop. It's okay," she said, almost through tears.
"No. It was wrong. It made you become a nun. You could be out doing naturally what you want to do. This is a liberated age when young women your age get to choose who to fuck as much as a man does. You wouldn't have felt guilty enough to join the nunnery. You could be out looking for a husband to take care of your needs every night."
"Please. Don't talk about it anymore. Just fuck me."
"Just fuck you?!"
Gilbert Burns' face turned red with rage.
"Just fuck you?" He threw his daughter to the ground.
"Alright. I'll fuck you," he said. Noreen saw in his face the same look as when he was outraged ten years ago and screwed the virginity out of her.
The dog he had brought with him sniffed around Sister Mary's twat. It was a large German Shepard. He looked up at his master and gently licked the bottom of his balls.
"You're still a pig, little girl," he said through clenched teeth.
"Daddy, stop talking like that. It's all from some sickness, some suppressed sexual ambiguity that forces you into this brutal behavior. Stop hurting me!"
"So I'm sick am I? Sick? I'll show you how sick I can be."
Gilbert slapped the nun's face. He slapped her again and then he thrust his angry foot into her naked belly. Picking his tie up off of the floor, he brutally grabbed her hands and tied burning knots along her wrists. With the remaining length, he grabbed her feet and bound them as well until her feet and hands were all massed together. Taking his handkerchief from his suit pocket, he stuffed it inside Sister Mary's mouth. She tried to scream, but she couldn't. Her panicked face was white and horrified and her eyes seemed to be yelling in horror.
"I'm going to give it to you right," he said, his voice taking on a shadowy hiss. "I'm going to punish you like I've never done before."
He danced an evil dance around her, his cock bobbing around between his loins. Gilbert leaned his ass against her face and spread his cheeks. He let the wide flaps of his buttocks close around her face. He decided to fuck her a little to get things going. Getting on his knees, he pushed his dick in and humped against her. Sister Mary could not enjoy it knowing her father had something terrible and sadistic in mind. He threw her over to land on the knot behind her and began fucking her while rolling her around the rug. The nun writhed as her contorted body sought a comfortable position, but her father continued to fuck her and contort her so she could only accommodate his gouging tool. He pulled out of her and threw her onto her bed. Her constantly exposed pussy in her constricted position lay out like a piece of scrub on the desert floor. Her father got at the end of the bed and began licking out her pussy. The nun relaxed a little under his furious lick-job.
Suddenly Gilbert bit into her pussy lips like an apple. Sister Mary tried to scream and almost gagged on the handkerchief. Tears of pain rolled down her cheeks as her father's teeth bit hard into her pussy flesh.
"Do you like it Noreen? Do you like my teeth cutting into your beautiful Catholic pussy?"
Noreen violently shook her head no. No. She was in pain.
His biting was going all over her now. He was biting the bottom of her ass, biting the soft folds of the inside of her thighs, all the way down to her kneecaps. He bit all the way up again and back onto her pussy. And then he delved his mouth all around her pussy to take a little nibble at her clit. Noreen violently shook on the bed.
And still his biting continued. He bit all over her belly, leaving a curve of teeth marks shaped like a daisy around her navel. And then he got his incisor into her navel and bit the small ring around it. His toothy onslaught trailed up to her tits and he bit hard into their ample plushness. He sank them hard into her tits and then gave little painful bites around her nipples. Going up to her neck, he bit her vampire style, giving her little welts that drew blood.
And then he fucked her some more. Wrapping around her tight, balled up body his pecker sl-edged away at her while she waited for his next sadistic onslaught. He walked around the room after he came, in search of something to shove up her ass. He went through all her drawers, taking her habits, underwear and the few street clothes she had and throwing them around the room. The excited dog paced around, his long pink tongue hanging out of his mouth, following his master.
At the bottom drawer of her chest, he found her dildo and sexual devices collection. He laughed, throwing his head back.
"Some nun you are," he said. "Some frigging nun! You've got enough dildos in there to turn on your whole convent."
Burns took the french tickler and put it on his cock that was beginning to rise again. He found her long eight inch vibrator and turned it on and ran it down his face, chest, his ass and his cock. And then he sat down in front of his daughter's eyes and rolled over on his back. His buttocks was distended, revealing his asshole. He tried shoving the vibrator up into his anal cavity, but he couldn't. It was too dry and painful. He took the vibrator and shoved it in and out of his daughter's pussy to coat it with her sexual fluids.
When the vibrator was wet with her salty cunt-goo, he rolled back over with his legs up in the air and slowly worked the dildo up into his ass. He stroked his hard-on a few times and then walked around the room with the butt of the vibrator hanging out of his ass. He continued to look through her drawer and found her bin-wah balls.
"You've just got a little sexual arsenal in here, don't you?" he said. He took the balls and shoved them all the way inside her cunt, not even leaving one of them outside. He took one of her long, flesh colored, penis shaped dildos and shoved it in her cunt, and then he picked up her favorite dildo, the inverted one she could wear under her habit that turned her on by merely walking.
"Let's see now. How does this work?"
Gilbert examined it with an inquisitive look on his face.
"Most of these things are for dikes like your mother so she can fuck her girl friends. This one's different somehow ... Oh, I do see it now. This is one you shove up yourself and strap behind you! You must have some dealer at your book store. Why, this even has a little gizmo on top of it so you can pump yourself."
Gilbert pushed the other dildo fully inside of her. He unbound her tied legs and pulled the inverted dildo over her legs and began binding the dildo's strap. With her cunt loaded with the plastic dildo and the bin-wah balls, the newest addition pressed the other objects painfully into her uterine walls. He pulled the strap tight into her flesh, with the wrinkles of her ass being pulled by the tightness of the leather. She stated her pain in muffled cries through the handkerchief.
He fished her enema out of the drawer and held its long tube up like a snake. He cackled from his next sadistic thought.
"Looks like we can have some real fun with this darling. Why this little bag here on the end looks like it can fill you up with at least a quart of water every time I squirt it into your little nun's asshole."
Noreen thought about running out, but realized how strange she would look. She couldn't imagine how horrible it would look for people to see her running down the corridor with a dildo in her cunt, teeth marks all over her body and a handkerchief stuffed into her mouth. And what if they should find out she was receiving this severe treatment from no one but her own father. She was beginning to remember why she had joined the nunnery. It was to forget all the sick, sadistic things associated with this kind of neurotic sexual behavior. Her father lifted her off the bed and dropped her to the floor. His dog was excitedly waving its tail and walked over to sniff Sister Mary. He lifted her again and dropped her, hard on her back. The third time he lifted her and dropped her into the hard enameled surface of her bathtub. He left her to get his shirt which he tied around her face so she couldn't see.
Taking the enema bag, he waited by the sink turning on the cold water, and waiting for it to get as cold as possible. He filled the bag up all the way and jerked his daughter's legs over the bathtub. He looked at her pink, gummy cunt flesh wrapped around the inverted dildo and stuck his dry finger up her wrinkled asshole. Taking the tube nozzle, he shoved it in her anus, pushing the hard plastic piece deep into her rectum, pushing it farther in with the rubber hose. He lifted the hard, cold water bag up into the air. It's chilly impact bit into the nun's colon with its frosty stimulation. When he had filled her up, he yanked the nozzle out of her, sending a jolt of pain through her innards.
Standing by the sink, he waited for the hot water to get scalding. He decided he'd rather fill her up with hot water and as it ran, he slid his daughter's butt onto the floor of the bathtub. Taking his middle finger, he shoved it up her rectum and pulled up until there was a hole between his finger and her sphincter, allowing the cold water to trickle out of her. Her head was under the bathtub so he turned the faucet on, soaking the shirt that bound her head and the handkerchief trailed a trickle of water down her throat that she coughed on.
Her father was now filling the enema with steaming water, hot water he hesitated to keep his hand under. He stuffed the nozzle down her colon again and lifted the bag, sending a heated, painful gush of water into her burning anal tube. In silent agony, Sister Mary writhed, her buttocks bouncing back and forth over the bathtub ledge. Gilbert returned to the faucet, continuing to fill her. He didn't know how much she could take, but he was going to find out. He had already filled her eight times. Each time the bag emptied inside her, it turned him on and his dick would get a shot of blood to keep his erection very long and stiff.
Eight more fillings later, he decided she could accept more. He hoped to see it coming out of her mouth. Sister Mary's stomach was bloated. She looked six months pregnant and was feeling tremendous pain as her skin was stretched. All she could do was be passive and try not to concentrate on her pain. Her father filled her some more, but the water had pretty much flooded her and her colon was filled. He was getting bored and was anxious to just do some more fucking of her.
He stepped into the bathtub with her and shut the drain. He turned on the water and stepped into the bathtub. He slipped behind his daughter, and adjusted her so he could sodomise her water filled ass. He tried to poke into her, but the water had made her anus tight and taken away the soft, quality that her mucus membranes provided. Searching for a lubricant, he grabbed her stick of lip balm. Twisting the bottom of it up, he took the stick and rubbed the waxy substance all over his hands. With his hands all waxy, he smeared his cock with the substance and covered her asshole with it. Grabbing her pelvic bones, he pulled her ass back against his dick and pierced her watery cave. He began to savagely fuck her with the sound of water inside her sloshing around. As he fucked her, some of the water began to trickle out of her. The warm fluid flowed down their thighs and across her ass and dripped off of his dick when he pulled back. The more and more he fucked her the more water came gushing out, turned a light color brown. His mighty battleship felt hard and good as it cut through her watery path. The bathtub of water was whooshing around them. The wet cloth was hanging off of the nun's face. Gilbert Burns was taken with the sound of the water splashing around him, his hard-on sunk deep into his daughter, and the beauty of her dangling tits, bobbing beneath her cloth covered face. He was close to coming and he pushed the inverted dildo in and out of her as his own frantic thrusts increased. Sister Mary was starting to feel relieved as the bursting water was released from her with each dickthrust, but she was still hurting with all of the parephernalia being agitated in her cunt. She was thinking her only orifices not filled were her ears and nostrils. And then she felt a warm, sandy tongue lapping her body. It licked the damp cloth on her face. It was the German Shepard. Her father had come, but he left his limp dick in to plug up her ass. When he pulled out of her, her tired and stretched asshole gushed a long thick stream of water out of her. The glob of Gilbert's come had jetted out and floated on the bath water.
"I came, Noreen," he said. "I came. I hope you liked it. Did you come?"
The young woman shook her head no.
"You didn't? After that wonderful enema? With your cunt filled up with three cock substitutes? With your mighty, virile father fucking you hard in your watery ass? Well, well. I'm just going to have to do something about that. It'll be at least a half hour before I can get hard again, but I think we can work something out."
The dog was happily wagging it's tail at all of the excitement, throwing an occasional bark into the air. Gilbert stepped out of the bathtub and looked down at the nun, her beautiful ass sticking out with a rush of bath water filling the tub. He turned the faucets off and let the water drain.
"Come here, Houston," he said to the dog. "How're you doing?"
Burns petted the dog as it licked his face. He took the harnass off of it and began rubbing the underside of him. Taking the cue, the German Shepard rolled over on his back on the bathroom floor. He stroked his thick fur all over and then reached down to feel the dog's penis. He plyed the grey flesh around it and the dog relaxed to feel it. Getting aroused, his pink shaft began bursting through. Gilbert continued to masturbate the dog until it gave a little yelp of excitement.
"Okay, Houston, you horny son-of-a-bitch. I believe in sharing with the animals."
Gilbert lifted the frenzied dog into the bathtub and over his daughter's rump.
Sister Mary felt the hard tacks of his paws digging into her sides. His fur clung to her wet skin and she felt a very hot, slippery rod beating on the surface of her butt. The wetness of the dog covered her anus. Soon, the dogs pink cock was pumping in and out of her asshole. His tail was wagging like a flag in the breeze, as he dug his claws hard into her skin, pumping her ass. Sister Mary began feeling oblivious to any type of sexual stimulation. She was an agonised, wrecked heap that became immune to sexual pain and pleasure.
The father left his daughter in the bathtub, dryed his hair and body with her towel, and redressed. He slipped the harnass back onto the dog, put his dark glasses on and left the room.
Sister Mary rested in the bathtub trying to resume. She worked her wrists bound with the soaked silk ties for over fifteen minutes before she got her hands free. She removed the soggy shirt tied around her head, her father's shirt, and wondered what he was wearing under his suit jacket.
"He's a pig," she said to herself. "A terrible, brutal pig."
The nun was aching all over. Her anus was raw and smarting from shitting out all of the water. Her cunt was still aching because of all the dildos. She removed the sopping leather straps from her inverted dildo, and slowly pulled it out. She eased out the long plastic dildo, and tried to pull the deeply buried bin-wah balls from out of herself. Their heavy metal balls bounced inside of her, and with some discomfort, she pulled them out of herself. She wanted nothing to do with her vagina for a long, long time. It had been through quite a bit that night.
She took another shower, her last for the evening, getting all of the shitty water off of her, and generally trying to establish a sense of a clean body as well as a clean self image. She was also sick of water.
After she toweled off, she opened the window a little to bring in a cool drying breeze. She soaked the moisture out of her hair with a towel, and then brushed it with a hundred strokes. She admired her beauty in the small mirror she had and fell into a deep depression. She could not decide between the nunnery and a secular life that would cater to her beauty and her sexual needs. She felt as if she had no one in the world, not even God or Jesus. Somehow they were failing her. She swore off sex in the hopes that the satisfaction she received through her pious behavior previous to her use of the dildo and preoccupation with sex would return. She knelt before her bed saying her Hail Mary's without her rosary, because it was in a bloody pile on the floor from when she'd been fucked by Howard Blatchford. She climbed into her bed after asking God's forgiveness and fell asleep. The following morning she awoke refreshed, forgiven, and ready to resume her quiet, devoted lifestyle.
CHAPTER 10
A few weeks passed for Sister Mary Joseph where she felt totally purged from sex. Both Gary Williscroft and Lester Dalton acted as if nothing had happened. They were probably scared more than anything else.
Howard Blatchford the janitor often made leering bestial faces at her, but he basically kept his space from her. Sister Anna Mathew was frightened by what she had done. She was the most pious, disciplined and sexually controlled of all the nuns. After her outbreak of sexual behavior, she became most frightened and returned to her religious activities with a greater fervor. She was cited by the Mother Superior as being exemplary of a good nun. Only Sister Mary knew what motivated her unusually devoted manner.
And her father had probably flown back East. Sister Mary licked a bitter tear that shelved on her lips as she thought about her father. She felt as if they had both behaved like animals, sexual beasts that only cared for each other's bodies. She realized that even if they had a pleasant, non-sadistic relationship with some casual incest, that they could still have had a nice father-daughter conversation. As it had been, they didn't even discuss their feelings or their anxieties. Sister Mary didn't even know what her father was doing for a living now. He had been fired from his last job when the news of his sexual behavior got out.
But she refused to remain depressed very long. She turned to God for his counseling and felt whole again when a tiny voice at the back of her head allowed her to continue. She was somewhat under a delusion that allowed her to see herself as a wholesome person that never really gave into any lusty feelings, and on her memory she ascribed the past few sexual experiences to the rampant nature of her mind, that they were purely fantasies. The only way in which she felt some remission for herself was because she had those fantasies. Life flowed smoothly for her.
One evening, she watched a viewing of "The Sound of Music" on television, one of her all time favorite movies. She loved the opening scene of the young nun, Maria, singing the theme song among the mountainous splendor of the Swiss Alps. She seeked to emulate this awesome combination of Rousseauesque splendor, musical entertainment, and strong feeling of expressing her worship to God through nature. She took daily walks among the Hollywood hills, only eight miles from the convent. She would go into them in her habit and hear swelling orchestral music and begin singing in a high, sweet, but wavering soprano voice. And then she would examine the nature around her-blades of grass, single leaves, and dandelion stems. Never had she felt a more peaceful feeling, a total annihilation of the anxieties that ate at her soul like an ulcer, with a feeling of doing God's work and what was right for her.
On a Friday afternoon, she was taking her walk, singing a few bars of Climb Every Mountain, when she spotted a group of older boys playing touch football on a flat surface outside of the hills. She recognized two of the boys as Lester Dalton and Gary Williscroft. An inkling of horniness was fanned to a tiny flame within her body when she remembered what she had done. Of course, her concious mind perceived the memory only as having had the encounter purely in her mind, but the boys knew better. She continued to walk towards them, thinking of something goodly to say.
"Hello children," she said, and her head dipped down slightly and a small angelic smile curled her lips. "Are you having a good football game?"
"Yes," said Gary. "Although there are things that are a little more fun to do." Gary and Lest looked at each other knowingly. The twelve other boys behind then suppressed a few giggles.
"What might that be?" asked Sister Mary a little angrily. It was apparent that there was something lascivious about their tone and her respect and dignity as a woman married to Christ had been denied. Such an opinion of herself could only come from her delusions.
"Oh, I think you know," said Lester, quite cockily and inserting his thumbs in his pants pocket. The boys around him gave him a feeling of power to contest the nun on her sexual standards and to even openly humiliate her.
Sister Mary placed her hands on her hips.
"Young man, I think you ought to discuss this with Father Kelty at the confessional. I, for one, am still your school teacher as well as a nun and deserving of more respect than your rude sexual suggestions suggest."
"Oh, Sister Mary, cut the shit. We couldn't keep it back any longer. Most of the guys at school found out that me and Gary fucked you after school."
"What! I'll have you horsewhipped young man! I'll see that your parents and Gary's are called this evening! You are surely asking for trouble now."
"Sister Mary," started Gary speaking on his friends behalf. "You don't have to deny it anymore. It's out in the open. It's a little ridiculous to pretend that it didn't happen. Lester and I discussed it, and you know, we were both scared that we had sex at such an early age and especially with a nun. Shit Marie! What a thing I'll be able to tell my grandchildren. Anyway, you might as well enjoy it some more."
"I don't know what you rude children are babbling about," said Sister Mary, her face turning a bright red. Lester and Gary were meekly approaching her and Lester placed his hand on her tit, while Gary reached around to give her ass a squeeze. She slapped both of them across their cheeks. She received one of the surprises of her life when Gary reached his arm far back and gave her a great lashing slap across her own face.
"Turn the other cheek, Sister," he said, slapping the other side of her face.
"We're pretty sick of your bullshit attitudes," the boy shouted. "We're sick of your prickteasing us and then acting like nothing happened. Sister, I'm gonna fuck you again."
"So am I," said Lester. "C'mon guys! Let's fuck her!" All of the frenzied boys rushed toward Sister Mary.
One of them climbed up her habit to pull her panties down and feel her vagina. Another boy crawled in with him and he began licking her. Another boy was playing with her ass, and the rest of them were trying to topple her to the ground.
When they got their schoolteacher down, they dragged her off and into a clearing in the woods. All of them pulled her habit off as she violently struggled. It hadn't occurred to the young nun to scream for help, and before she could, a young male popped his pecker into her mouth with the intention of fucking her throat. He would not stop fucking her mouth although her teeth were hurting his prick a little. Sister Mary mostly choked on it.
The boys were dominating her like a cluster of ants all over honey, ripping her habit into pieces and tearing off all of their own clothes, prancing around her naked. Her bare ass was getting very itchy because they had laid her in an area full of pine needles. Each of her limbs were held by a separate boy as they took turns fingerfucking her and playing with her tits. The boy fucking her mouth was unrelenting. His ass was across her chin, moving up and down, as the nun adjusted her breathing to his rhythm.
"Well," said Gary above her prostrate body like a captain of pirates. "Who'd like to fuck her first?"
All of the boys were a little retiscent to be the first to dip into the nun's honey pot.
"Okay then, if you're all chicken, I'll show you how it's done and lead the way."
Gary stepped back from her about five yards. Then he ran in wide strides until he reached her body held down by the boys like pegs around a tent. He flew across her body, landing on top of her cushioning breasts. His cock was just above her pussy and he crammed it in. Sister Mary had had the breath knocked out of her and was wheezing beneath him.
"Pay attention, boys," said Gary. "I just showed you how to do your first flying fuck. The rest of this is really pretty easy. Note, that this is my ass on top of Sister Mary's cunt. All I do is lift it up, put it down, and each time my cock goes in and out of her nice, hot vagina. After a while, it gets where I want to see all my jism go creaming so I slowly increase my thrusts."
The boys tittered at Gary's imitation of Sister Mary's school lessons. Gary began increasing his pumping into her. Sister Mary was still resisting and the boys were having to hold onto her very tightly. His frantic bashing upon the palate of her hips was sending delicious spasms all through his body. He kept driving home the purple plum of his cock's head into her cavern. Because Sister Mary was totally opposed to this rape, her cunt was extra hard and the sensation she gave Gary's hard tool was a nice one as opposed to a difficult unappealing one. The friction was special and even tighter than her asshole.
"I'm gonna get ready to come," said Gary as he continued his work away at her. The boys watched as his ass came crashing down faster and faster, as regular as clockwork. The nun's face was pulled into a variety of expressions. Mainly it was horror mixed with the urge to give into the frenzied, carnal sensations stabbing joyous energy into the passageway to her womb. Gary's breath was getting more heated, and sounded as if he had just finished running a mile. He popped his cock out of her cherry wetness and knelt between her legs as his stiff yank spewed its creamy globs all across her body, landing all over her tits, splashing on her face and then spraying across her abdomen.
"Sister Mary," he said with closed eyes, savoring every fleshy pleasure he had just gotten with closed eyes.
"You've got the sweetest cunt in the whole world, and one of the most holy. You get my vote for the greatest nun at Corpus Christi Parochial school."
Sister Mary looked at his glistening hard-on fading like limp cleery.
"Okay," said Gary standing up and still in charge. "Who fucks the nun next?"
Two boys, one fat and freckled with glasses named Stephen and the other Jose, a dark, smooth skinned Mexican boy were ready to fuck her.
"I'm ready to stick it in her," said Stephen, adjusting his glasses.
"I want to fuck her too," said Jose, playing with the tip of his uncircumcised hard-on.
"Well, well," said Gary, with his hands placed defiantly on his hips. He was feeling like Peter Pan leading the boys of Never-Never Land.
"I just don't know what to do. I suppose you could both fuck her, with one of you taking her cunt and the other giving it to her in the asshole."
"No way," said Stephen, rubbing his chubby belly with his hand and looking down at his pulsing hard-on. "I don't want to stick my prick up some place where there's a bunch of shit."
"Me neither, man," said the Mexican boy shaking his head. "That's a little disgusting. I just want to stick my cock in her pussy. Not up her friggin' anus."
"Boy, boys, boys," said Gary shaking his head authoritatively. "I'm really a little shocked at your ignorant and fucked-up attitudes. I read in my parents sex manual that anal intercourse is just as pleasing if not better than sticking it in her cute, little twat. You probably won't get any shit on it because all of that stays back there in her intestines. The passageway is clear for a cock to go up there and have itself wrapped tightly in her like a warm, dick burrito."
"No, no!" screamed the sister. "No one's going to sodomise me!"
"Stick it, sister Mary. I just fucked your asshole two weeks ago."
"Where are you getting these outrageous lies?" Sister Mary screamed at him. "I'll swear you'll be punished on earth and then your soul will be flung into hell before you get a chance to see God!"
"My, my, Sister Mary. This mouth ranting and raving of yours is getting to be a problem. Lester, what do you think we ought to do?"
Lester was one of the boys holding the sister down.
"I don't know, Gary. I suppose we could gag her or something."
"Good idea, Lester. She's beginning to scare off some of these lesser experienced boys."
Gary picked up the sash that the nun used to bind her habit around her waist. He plyed its length through his hands and rubbed it all over his cock. He returned to her sprawled and pinned body on the park ground and wiped the come off of her body with it. He took the semen stained sash and wrapped it around her head, beginning to tighten it around her mouth.
"You sinful child," she tried yelling in muffled tones. "I swear to God your parents will hear of this! You'll be punished!"
Gary slapped her hard across her face and tied a constricting knot in back of her. She rolled her head and her deep, violet eyes bulged out.
Stephen and Jose nervously paced around the action waiting for their fuck.
"Alright Stephen, Jose. Are you ready?"
"Yeah. I sure am. I can't hold back no more."
"Great. Jose, you get your yank ready for her ass, and Stephen, you're going to get to fuck her cunt."
Jose had a puzzled look on his dark complexioned face.
Gary shook his head, and said, "Jose, you've got to use your imagination a little. Now me and Lester have done this before. In fact, I think I'll try it again for my second round. Okay, hold onto her tight boys. We're gonna turn her over. Stephen, you get down on your back. We're gonna lay her on top of you."
Stephen did as suggested, with his hard-on sticking up from his fatty stomach. Clumsily, and squirming, Sister Mary's body was overturned on top of him, her vagina over the young boys genitals.
"Okay, Stephen. Stick it up inside of her and get fucking. Remember, start out slow until you've got it in control."
Stephen lifted his ass up to her squriming hips. He was having some trouble keeping his cock in her because she was so resistant.
"Looks like we'll have to break her spirit a little more," said Gary. "Let's see how she does with Jose sticking his cock up her ass."
Jose got behind her luscious fleshy tail and tried to stick his cock up her. He couldn't get it in her. He was having trouble pressing the weight of his body against her ass to keep it still.
"Gary, I can't do it. She won't keep still!"
"Alright," said the leader. "Lester, why don't you show him how it's supposed to be done."
Jose walked over to Lester's spot, breaking through the crowd of gawking, naked boys. He took her legs and spread it out further over Stephen's chunky body.
Lester got a hold of her ass with firm, strong hands and spread her cheeks revealing her tight tiny asshole with its light line of pubic fringe. He positioned himself above it and took his hardened Corinthian pillar and shoved it up her ass, fully pressing the weight of his body so she could not jerk his phallus out of her. His centered weight across her gave the boy fucking beneath her some equilibrium and he was able to stroke long and hard into her, increasing the length of his push and pull. Lester began ramming his cock harder into her, his dick aching to the sweet pain of her tight, tight asshole. Stephen began manhandling her dangling titties hanging over his face. His own face was getting red and he was falling short of breath as he continued to ram into the nun from below.
The nun's ass was quivering her soft flesh like water ripples as Lester continued his sexual onslaught. The other boys got vicariously turned-on looking at this strange activity. One of the boys was breathing hard just looking at all the lusty action. His hard on was climbing straight up until it was pointed at his navel.
A few seconds later, there were shots of come all over the nun and a few of them landing on Lester.
"What the fuck was that?" he asked. "Some one jizzed all over me!"
The boy had ejaculated, so excited by the sexual mess surrounding him. Everyone looked at him, with semen dripping off of his still hard dick as his face flushed a deep red.
"Oh Jesus! I couldn't help it! I didn't want anything like this to happen! I wanted to fuck her too!"
Compassionately, Gary walked over and put his arm around his buddy's shoulders.
"Don't freak out, Ned. It happens all the time. You still got some cream hanging around in the back of your balls. You can fuck her about a half an hour from now."
Ned smiled, because he had really been looking forward to fucking her. He sat back on the ground and watched the sexual pagentry unroll before his amused eyes.
Lester took the come off of his legs and got it all across his hands and shook the drops off. He began fucking her luscious ripe ass some more, noticing there was less resistance. Stephen was shaking up an earthquake beneath him, really digging on her meaty weight being pushed down nice and secure. He was on the verge of gushing into her and pushed his body to the limit with his stroking.
"0 fuck, I'm shooting off!" he shouted as spasms sent his body and energy into a thousand ecstatic directions. The pure excitement of fucking the beautiful big titted nun inspired volcanic eruptions all through him, his jism flinging far into the voids of her cunt like a comet into the universe. He lay beneath her, feeling as if he had resolved his manhood and had gotten past the curtain into adulthood. He had passed the larval stages and was happy feeling the nun's weight on top of him, his limp cock still plugging her pink, wet bush.
"Alright, Stephen," said Gary. "You've had your turn. Allow one of these boys to take your place. Who's next?"
The boys clamoured with sexual excitement, like a great pot of boiling water as they elbowed their way up to Gary, and pushed each other to be the next to fuck the nun.
"Okay, cool it friends. Let's let Lester make his sperm deposit in Sister Marybank. We'll get to fuck her."
"Yeah, but I want to fuck her next!"
"Be patient. Let Lester finish up."
Lester was banging away at her ass while Stephen flubbed his exhausted and sweaty body out from beneath her.
"Listen guys," said Lester, all the time continuing the assault on her asshole. "I want to change my position a little. I want to shoot my come up her cunt until it's entirely full of our jism."
Lester withdrew his sexual sword from her bunghole and pulled the nun's ass up a little into the air, so her beaver's slit was situated very graphically from between her legs. The boy was so overcome with the wet, lusty beauty of it, he had just had to have his mouth on it. He slid his head into her sprawled legs and lifted his open mouth across her beaver as if he could cover her cuntal lips with his facial lips. He licked the clinging, wet, pink pussy tissue. Her vagina's smell was beginning to rage with its womanly spring mud smell. His darting tongue slid in and out of it as his chin was starting to get soaked with her warm juices. A sexual madness purged his mind and he couldn't stop his mouthing and licking, trying to get her cunt to drool juices he could swallow. It was as if he were trying to get her delicious femininity into his self, to absorb her feminine erotic nature. His face was smashing all over her exposed pussy, getting a glisten and moistness all over it. He breathed heavily of her fragrance. Before he knew it, he was so excited he wanted to shoot into her. He took his sceptor of power and rammed it into her beaver. He pummeled a few times, with the veins of his body standing out all over, his skin stretched taut and heat burning madly all over him. He broke out in a cold sweat as he pushed his cock as far as he possibly could, pressing his sweaty chest to her clean, white marble smooth back. His come erupted in her and he rolled off of her and onto the ground, a few drops of semen still rolling white beads down his shaft.
"Oh fuck! I never knew a school teacher, especially a nun, could show my cock so much pleasure. Sister Mary, you're a real learning experience," he said, and he slapped her elegant rump with a sharp clap of his hand. His fucking completed, the boys all broke out again as they elbowed and pushed to be the next to fuck her.
"Stop this kids," said Gary. "You're all going to have your chance."
One of the smaller boys was Berrick Clayton, a small redheaded, freckled boy with a white, skinny body and no pubic hair. He was angrily shaking his head in silent protest.
"What's the matterr Gary asked. "It's not fair," said Derrick. "What's not fair?"
"Well, I heard that a big dick stretches a pussy out and makes it all soft and no good for a fuck after a while. I got the smallest yank here and by the time I get to fuck Sister Mary, she'll be all stretched out. I won't be able to get any friction when it's my turn."
A considerate and just leader, Gary thought about what the boy had said. He wanted all of them to get a chance to fuck her, and to fuck her good. The lightbulb of an idea appeared over his head.
"Okay, Derrick. You're right. I got an idea. Everybody that hasn't fucked get in a line," he said and the boys obeyed. Gary inspected them as he walked up and down, commanding that Stephen, Jose and Lester hold onto the nun since they had already gotten their first fuck off of her. Some of the boys did not have hard-ons, and others of them were only having partial erections.
"Okay, Derrick's right, so we're going to let the guys with the biggest pricks go last. Everybody stroke themselves a few times so we could see who should sink their prick into her last."
When all of the dicks were erect, Gary walked down the line, and put Derrick up front.
"Okay, let's eee now. Peter, your next, Billy you follow and Dan, well your prick's not too long, but it is thick. Jerry, why don't you stand behind John."
When Gary was finished, the boys all had an alotted time for when they could fuck the nun. The last boy, Henry Badanov, was unusually endowed. His cock was five or six inches around and its length was close nine inches. It's head was shaped like a big mushroom, and it was colored close to a veinal purple with a long blue vein running the end of its length. Henry Badanov was not a virgin either. He had slunk his mighty meat into more than a few of the fishy mulches that blesses the insides of their legs. Many of them had been whores that he had stolen money from his parents to obtain their services. Sister Mary looked at his amazing unit. It was bigger and longer than any of her dildos and she was frightened by it.
Little Derrick was ambling his small skinny rump over to Sister Mary while another boy took her loose limb to lay her out again. The redheaded boy climbed across her adult body and his own size looked dwarfed against it. His tiny pre-pubescant erection was about the size of a middle finger. Sister Mary could hardly feel it in her as his clumsy, skinny body began lifting up and down. His cock kept slipping out and he constantly had to re-insert it.
"It keeps slipping out!" the young boy complained. The other boys snickered a little, but Gary threw them an angry paralysing look. They were silent as young Derrick completed the venture into sexual fulfillment and discovery.
"Oh Jesus," said the young boy in a cracking voice. "I'm ... I'm coming!" The little boy panted his delight, no come spewing from his yet to be developed genitalia. He climbed off of Sister Mary and the boys cheered him as if he had just made a touchdown. They slapped his rump and clasped his shoulder and he thrilled to the scent of victory which he suffused with the salty, fish-like smell of the nun's twat.
The next boy who stepped up to her also had yet for his hormones to develop his prick. He took even longer than Derrick to come, but his orgasm was intense. The youngster was crazed by her gorgeous tits. As he fucked her, he buried his head deep into her cleavage and licked the flesh beneath. He licked all over her tits, taking her strawberry nipples into his mouth, and sucking them as if he could quench the thirst of all the people in China.
The next two boys wanted to do it together. They were Shawn and Casey Donovan, twins who did everything together. At school they were always mistaken for each other. Shawn got underneath her ass which faced the ground, while his brother fucked her from beneath. While Casey assaulted her vagina, his brother tried to raise his hips in successive jerks, but the weight was too much. He was pinned underneath Sister Mary while his brother was getting his rocks off.
"Casey, get off man. I'm suffocating!"
But Casey was too much into the swing of things. He couldn't stop his pummeling. He was absorbed into the hypnotic rhythm of his fucking and and the thrill of Sister Mary's vaginal gush beneath him aroused his animal sensuality to an extent that he couldn't stop.
"C'mon Casey, get off! I can't breathe! Gary, get him off me, I'm really hurting!"
Gary and another boy had to pull the twin away from his intensive fucking. Shawn rolled out from under the nun and caught his breath. Like a pin to a magnet, Casey returned to her laid out body. His humping ass was all over her hips as he jerked his shaft in and out, with his head nuzzling into her soft, mountainous tits. His pummeling increased until his mad cock was raging a turmoilous state in her cunt. Sister Mary's clit was being pulled back and fourth at an unusual pace and she could no longer hold back her anti-sexual feelings. She came and heard a thousand choral voices shouting hallelujah in her ears. Her climax aroused a tremendous sexual yearning in her. She couldn't wait to get fucked again.
A tremendous shot of adrenaline was secreted into her body, so much adrenaline that she was able to break the binds of the boys holding her arms and legs. They recoiled at fear at the extraordinary strength she exhibited for a woman and each of them at the frenzied instant wondered what she would do especially since Casey was still looked in a mystic fucking state across her body.
They were surprised to see her impassioned arms reach out for the boy who was fucking her. Her hands ran all along his back and on his pumping, warm ass and on the back of his thighs. Her strengthened hands pushed his rump down hard onto her cunt which was just now accepting the pleasure of the fucking from all the boys. Gary looked at Lester and smiled victoriously. The nun would now get into other things since they no longer had to keep her pressed to the ground. Casey finally came and his fantastic orgasm exceeded anything in his masturbation session alone in his bed at night, or sitting on the toilet.
"Hurry! Hurry!" the crazed nun yelled. "Somebody hurry and fuck me! Somebody fuck my ass! I want to feel a cock in me as well as one splitting my anus!"
The next two boys in line pressed into her meat like bread around a sandwich. The boy behind her eased his throbbing cock slow and long into her awaiting asshole. From the front, the next boy stuck it hard and fast into her cunt while clawing her voluptuous tits. He pressed his mouth to hers and their tongues locked in a maddening slimy hug. His hands groped all over the long beautiful curve of her back as the other boys chest slapped into it with his cock slamming it hard into her butthole. The boy in front grasped her head from the back, running his hands through her long silky dark hair. His thighs slid along her open haunches and her silky pubic hairs tickled his sensitive dick as it slid in and out of her sexual tube.
"Oh, let me blow somebody," the nun called. "Let me suck one of your dicks and have your cream shoot into my mouth!"
The next boy in line was heavily involved in the sexaul activities and was so horny, he just had to see what this whole thing was about. He ran to her and stuck his cock hard into her throat. She licked as it slid in and out of her throat, cupping her tongue around his hot dog like a damp, clinging bun.
The boy getting the blowjob straddled her face, making an arch over the one fucking her from the front. All three of her orifices were filled and the other boys paced frantically around the activity. Badanov felt especially horny and hoped Sister Mary was not going to be tired by the time he got to insert his loaf into her oven.
Gary Williscroft watched the activity, seeing that when one of the males had come that another was at the available hole ready to sink it in.
It got down to the point where all of them had shot their wads except for Henry Badanov who's horny prod was tilted high and erect as a baseball bat. He waited until all of them had finished and were off of Sister Mary's body.
When all of them were cleared away, he looked down at Sister Mary Joseph who had laid herself out across the ground. Spatters of semen were on her face and a grey blob of come was hanging under her chin. Her hair was a tangled mess full of pine needles. He looked at her cunt which was red and wet with blobs of sperm like misshapen eggs in a bird's nest. Her bountiful tits were lying out across her chest in fleshy splendour.
"Sister Mary, I've had a little more experience than most, so I'm not used to the sloppiness of these gang bangs. I'd like to treat this whole thing as if we were just making a fresh start."
Badanov picked up some of the nun's clothing and went over to clean her up some. The other boys interest was verbalising in a hush around them like a simmering sauce in a pan.
"I feel a little strange giving you long, hard fuck after you've just made it with all these guys and having them watch me, but I've been patiently waiting to stick this up your pussy."
The other boys looked at his giant prong as it bobbed when he walked around. He cleaned off her pussy and her face and all of the other come and saliva she had all over her ass, tits and stomach. Taking his pocket comb from his pants on the ground, he gave it to her to comb the needles out of her hair. When she finished doing that, he combed the needles in her pubic hair out, shaping her dark bush with sweeps that went up. Sister Mary smiled at her coiffed pubes.
"I'm ready to fuck you now," he said.
He lay on the ground beside her and their arms locked. He stroked thelongcurveofher back, going up to her soft, white shoulders and then brought his arms down in a smooth, graceful whoop to her ass, her lovely firm ass with its springy, moist flesh. His palms covered it with gentle circling motions. He reached inside her thighs and stroked the identical trunks and brought his open palms back over her ass.
"You've got the best butt I've ever seen," he said, as he squeezed her twin globes between his hands. The fingertips of his hands reached into her asscrack and he lightly stroked that region with its slight dampness, his fingertips lifting the soft anal hairs in his sweep. His stroking pattern grew more intense around her anus as he delved its soft, succumbing openness that had freed a few boys from their virgin titles earlier.
He rolled the sister over onto her back and began plying his hands to the front of her. Beginning at the top of her shoulders, his firm masculine petting ran down the sides of her arms, tracing her pectoral muscle until his hands bloomed across her breasts. He held them in his hands and released them to watch them sway and quiver. Henry kept up a continual stroking across her nipples, pink and tender and as big as coffee cups until they sprouted into hardened raisins with goose pimples all around them. Badanov's gently loving techniques was arousing a quiet fire of new passion within Sister Mary.
Looking at her beautifully erect nipples, Henry held them lightly between fingertips, gently pinching them while his cupped hands surrounded her boobs. The sun was beginning to set and it cast a golden glaze across her sensuous, elongated body with shiny auburn glimmers across her pubic hair.
Badanov had primed her tits and was ready to be lost in a world of them. His hands groped madly on them. He squeezed their pointed sensuality and pressed them together. He followed the curve of them with his fingers and pushed and pulled them up and down and pivoted them to the north, the south, the east and the west.
He placed his face among them, shaking it back and forth between her cleavage as her bosom siddled warm to his cheeks. He took her nipples and ran them across his lips, his chin and over his closed eyes. And then he took one in his mouth. The protruding nipple was taut and warm and he licked across it with his tongue. He pulled the other breast inside his mouth and sucked at it, covering as much ground as he could with his swirling tongue. He began sucking long and hard at them, kissing them all over with puckered lips. He licked under the base of them, up and down her cleavage and all across their gentle roundness.
While he sucked at them, his hands were sliding down her body. He slid his arm back and fourth in the smooth curve between her torso and her hips, the curve that accentuated her round ass. His touch was smooth and hard as it swept across her pelvis and on her soft warm belly. He lifted his open mouth to the nun's face and she opened hers, giving a low, quiet moan. Their lips brushed back and forth and he took her lower lip in his mouth and closed his mouth over it with the sweet membrane touching in torrid passion. He rounded his mouth and pressed it over hers in a moist clench and worked his tongue into her mouth. He ran it all over her gums and sunk the tip of his mouth muscle down to the softness beneath her tongue. Their saliva was flowing clean and clear and she sucked his tongue while their necks twisted and a burning was ignited in their loins.
Badanov's experienced hand slid from her breasts, across her belly and down to her pubic region. His hand upturned her silky pubes in display across his digits and he teasingly inched his middle finger down to her slit and rested it there. Sister Mary wished he would place it inside her, but he didn't. He slid it along until her opening began to absorb her cunt juices coming from within. He slid it increasing the pressure until her walls gave way and it fell inside. His finger slid close to the surface while he primed her, running it inside the fleshy pinkness just beneath her mons. Slowly, he gave her more of its length with slight brushes against her clitoris. When all of his finger's length was slipping in and out, he added his ring finger until her vagina was comfortable with that. Finally he stuck his third and fourth finger inside of her, bending his hand for width.
"You're taking so long, Henry," said one of the more ignorant boys. "Why don't you just fuck her?"
"Shut up stupid," said Gary Williscroft. "Badanov has a lot to teach us. He's really making love to her!"
"Exactly," said Badanov, as he changed positions. "I'm starting out slow, but I'll come to a screeching halt. Every time I tried to stick this over-sized pecker of mine in somebody, all they did was scream and make me take it out. But now I know how to do it. This is what's known as 'foreplay'. I'm getting her ready so she can accept this giant yank and not scream from pain."
The boy slid his naked ass along the pine needles and brushed them off. He turned over and spread Sister Mary's legs out and played with her cunt some more. He lowered his head across her thighs and kissed the inside of it, starting from her kneecap. He pecked along it with the moistness of his gums and the fire of sexual anticipation was climbing higher and higher. His kissing mouth approached her mons, and he went above it, kissing around her pubic hair and onto the other thigh. When he got to the end of the other femur, he trailed back down again and begin kissing all over her pussy, kissing her pubes, kissing the undersides of her cunt, and finally onto her pussy slit. He kissed its length up and down with his pointed lips sinking a little into her valley.
The tip of his tongue emerged and he began running it all over her twat and then its whole length unfolded as he started to lap visciously at her pussy, licking for a hidden meal to feed his starved self with. His fat mouth meat was tucked inside of her, stroking away inside as her boiling juices sent its dark, womanly musk into the air. He slurped for the cunt punch inside her, coating his tongue with its salty taste. Sister Mary's ass lifted off the ground in jerks at the reception of such lascivious pleasure.
Badanov was pulling her cunt as hard as he could in all diections and taking an occasional lick at her clit.
"Oh, I can't take it any more," she cried. "Lick my clit! Lick it hard!"
The boy gave into her and searched his tongue up to the roof of her cunt and felt her orgasmic spring pressed firmly on her tongue. He lashed it hard, pulling it back and forth as his abrasive taste buds tittilated her. The nun rocked her hips beneath his involved face and sat up to run her hands through his hair, pressing his face into her loins. He continued to lick hard at her, while a few drops of transparent semen surface on the tip of his dick. He was ready to fuck her and he lifted her pressing hands off of his head, and snaked his warm length across her body, lifting his ass high off of the ground, his baseball bat of a cock slowly pushing itself in.
No matter how ready he had made her, she just couldn't take the splitting pain of his engorged, hardened and experienced cock. He shook his head in disappointment, knowing he would just have to cram it in hard and let her pussy fight the pain until it surrendered to his torturing phallus. The watching boys all turned to each other as they saw how it hadn't worked. The sister began screaming as he continued his sledge hammering sexual assault inside of her cave that was breaking and stretched around his elephantine cylynder. Gary fucked her mightily as her pain decreased, but the Sister was crying from the agony.
"Shut up," he said, but she still cried. "Shut up!"
When she didn't stop crying, he slapped her face. She swallowed her breath to contain her sobs as he returned to working her over. While he fucked her, his hands worked up to her tits which she began kneading while his hips wildly jerked. He placed his hands under her hips and let his cock continue to jut in and out of her like a train piston. His dick reached far back into her uterus and pressed the skin in back which gave the Sister even greater pain. As soon as her vaginal muscles accepted his thickness, his further and further sinking prod was bashing against her uterine wall.
"Oh come already, Gary! Come! This is too much torture!"
"Then why don't I make you suck me?"
"Yes," she said. "I'll suck you!"
Badanov pulled out of her and her hands clutched at her bruised and raw vagina to nurse its pain. The boy sat his ass on her tits, and tucked one right underneath his asshole, with the nipple pointing into his shit orifice. The nun began sucking on his cock, her mouth stretched in tension around its thickness. Her head lifted to run as much as she could of it into her mouth, taking it far back into her throat where she had to try and not choke on it. Henry got into relaxing his body as much as possible to concentrate entirely on the carnal pleasure her lips provided. The young man had an acceptionally large anus and it also relaxed. Pretty soon the sister's erect nipple was being pulled into its delicious, warm hug. The thought of it thrilled the boy and he pushed his cock in and out of her mouth. Sister Mary thrilled to the sensation as more and more of her tit was absorbed by it and she increased her sucking tension as she ate dick.
Henry was close to coming, but the nun's tender mouth could no longer put up with the tension of it. She had to release it just when he was approaching his long awaited splash.
"Suck it, Sister Mary! Suck it! I'm close to coming!"
"I can't," she said. "I can't! My mouth is stretched to pain!"
Frantically, Henry did not want to give up what he had worked for. He pulled his ass off her tit and smashed into her cunt again, beating hard onto the pallet of her hips, smashing the devil into her pain-shattered cunt. He came and his globs coated her insides. He stabbed once more into her. Giant shots of jism jetted out of him pulling a universally spanning orgasm through his body.
He crawled off of her body and his soppy testicles slapped against the inside of his thighs. Sister Mary got off the ground and started putting her habit back on. The boys around her applauded the sensual drama that had unfolded in front of their eyes. It was getting dark. They all scurried home, talking about all of the new and unusual things that happened that day.
Sister Mary walked back to the convent free of her schizophrenic state. She knew she was a sex maniac. She would meditate the whole evening as to the course of her life. As the confused nun walked to the bus stop to get back to the convent, she heard from behind her one of the boys saying, "Can you believe it Gary? Can you believe it?"
"Believe what?"
"That we fucked Sister Mary Joseph! We fucked Sister Mary Joseph! A frigging nun blew my cock today!"
Sister Mary certainly heard those words. She was a nun. They had fucked her. She had taken several cocks of young boys in her mouth, anus and vagina. She wept all the way home on the bus.
CHAPTER 11
The following week, the tremendous pressures on the nun's head were more than Sister Mary ever had to cope with. Constantly, young boys from all of her classes would hang around after school looking at her delicate face with its thick sensual lips. They hoped to see the glimmer of desire in it with the hope that they could get a chance to fuck her. An incredible amount of boys in the sixth and seventh grade would come and talk to her.
The superintendent of the school was a priest, and he wondered why the nun had become so popular.
"Hello, Sister Mary," he said to her one day, as a few boys with mischievous, lusty grins were grouped around her desk while she ignored them and did some paperwork.
"I see you're still very popular with all of the young men here at Corpus Christi. What is the secret of their attraction to you?" The nun smiled nervously.
"Why, Father Clapton. I really don't know. I guess I just became a fad ... or something."
Father Clapton eyed her suspiciously.
"Hmmmm. I've never seen anything like it in all my years as the superintendent. Well, I've got to go to confession. Will you be in tonight?"
"Oh, yes, Father. I always go to confession every Wednesday night. Even if I haven't sinned. I'm sure I'll think of something to confess."
The sister laughed nervously as the priest feigned a few chuckles.
"Oh, I'm sure you will. Nobody's perfect, eh?"
And on that evening, Sister Mary Joseph sat through her dinner, mulling over her beef stew, rolling her boiled potatoes around with her spoon. She decided to tell the priest at the confessional that her sins were that she was overeating, she had wished some violent thoughts against some of her students, and that she had watched television a little too much instead of correcting her student's schoolwork. Whenever she was nervous, she drank some whiskey from a hip flask. She took a few swallows before she walked to the confessional. The troubled nun also munched on a few after-dinner mints to cover up her breath.
One of the lesser known secrets about Father Clapton was that he was an alcoholic and a latent homosexual with bisexual tendencies. The dual problems of his average anxieties plus his fear of being gay could not be totally absorbed by his devotion to God.
Mary Joseph kneeled before him and said, "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned."
"You may rise, child. And what are your sins?"
"Father* I have been a glutton, eating far more desserts and sweets and other foods than I really need for nutritional sake. Several times I have wished a violent act against some of my students when their behavior has been bad. I have also been slothful, sometimes preferring to look at my television set instead of correcting the children's homework or performing my other duties as a teacher and Sister in Christ."
The young nun expected Father Clapton to say, "Kneel again and say three Our Fathers for your pennance."
Instead, he said through stinko breath, "Suck my cock, you lying whore."
"Father Clapton!"
"Don't you Father Clapton me, Sister Mary Joseph. I don't know how many boys there were, but a couple of them felt terribly guilty. Of course they had to confess they had sex with a nun."
"Why, Father Clapton. I don't know what you're talking abut."
"Oh, cut the shit, Sister. Who else would these young boys want to fuck?"
"Such coarse language, Father. It doesn't suit a man of the cloth."
"Cut the bullshit. Just answer my question. Who else, of all the beat up bags of nuns, would any of these guys want to fuck, huh?"
"Sister Anna Mathew is a very attractive woman. I can see how they'd be attracted to her."
"Oh, come on now, Sister Mary. She's a frigging dyke. She reveals a lot more at confession than you do. She also told me how she had an affair with a nun around here. I don't think she'd want to get her hands down the panties of any of these ugly, old nuns. There is a certain attractive nun we have here, big tits, a sweet face and a firm round rump that even her habit can't hide. Sister Mary, don't bullshit me no more. I know you're as horny as a Marine on Friday, and I've often thought of slipping my cock into your pussy, except I'm usually into having a few guys slip their cocks into me."
"What? What? Father Clapton, are you a ... a homosexual?"
"No, my dear. I'm a bisexual. I'll fuck anybody."
"Goodness gracious! I've been experiencing a traumatic era in my life as I've had to hide all of my desires. I can't believe that someone like you, the superintendent of the school as well as a priest, would have such a lax attitude about sex. What's been going on Father? Are you alone with your feelings? Aren't you afraid you'll be uncovered? What's going on with the Catholic Church?"
"Well, Sister Mary Joseph, I'll tell you the whole truth, but first, I want to invite you to the midnight orgy. Are you coming?"
"Well, I'm not sure. Who will be there?"
"Oh, just about everybody in the convent that's good looking and sexually attractive, and is into our little secret, and all of the priests who know what's gong on and can get it up. Trouble with most of the priests is, a lot of 'em are faggots like I am sometimes. But, if you're not into rolling one of the bisexual nuns, I'm sure you can find a nice Catholic hunk of a man to split your twat for you."
"Father Clapton, I'd be honored to have you do me, but this is just too much. How long has this been going on?"
"Oh, for Christ's sake, dear. It's been going on since the time Jesus was fucking Mary Magdalene. I don't know how all this shit got rolling about sex being such a sin and all. Christ Almighty. Some of those Popes in history had families and all kinds of lovers. You know, Bishop Franheim of Los Angeles and I were young lovers in the seminary. Boy, could he get into sucking my cock! Anyway, he met the Pope a few times, and believe it or not, you'll never guess what he's into."
"What?"
"Necrophilia!"
"Necrophilia? Fucking corpses?"
"Yes! They bring him a fresh one every day-men and women!"
"Holy shit. This is all so amazing. I figured there had to be something like this going on, but I didn't possibly think it was going on up so high and in such an organized fashion."
The nun wore an amused grin, pondering this fascinating phenomenon. She was intensely puzzled.
"Well, Father Clapton, tell me something. Why do we continue this masquerade? Why has the Catholic Church been oppressing the sexuality of the entire Western World?"
"I don't know, my dear. I really don't know, but I've got a few ideas on it. You see a long time ago, when some poor joker of a Bible writer was supposed to be writing down Christ's guidelines to healthy, responsible sex, this guy just couldn't make it with anybody. Maybe he was too ugly. Maybe he was castrated. Maybe he was born misformed with two asses or a woman's tits or something and nobody would go near him.
"Meanwhile, all of the other Christians around were having the time of their lives, fucking and sucking and kissing and licking, and he just couldn't get into the swing of things. You know, you really sort of have to feel sorry for the poor guy."
"Yes, you do," said Sister Mary, nodding her head attentively. "I would sure feel very badly if no one wanted to fuck me."
"Exactly. So as this guy rewrote what Jesus was saying, he decided to write in all of his frustrations about sex and how it was more or less a sin and that the basic function of it was not to have a good time, but to create more Catholic children.
"It was a very, very childish thing for him to do. It's sort of like the little boy who is told he can't have any ice cream because he wet the rug, so the little boy says, 'I don't care. I don't like ice cream.' And then, when he's a little older and a little smarter, he not only says he doesn't want any, but that it's also bad for you."
"Fascinating, Father."
"Yes, isn't it? I would also think that somebody in that frame of mind would seek sexual relationships with men once he was spurned by women. But this poor guy probably couldn't get any of that either, so, being doubly rejected, he decided to really put down homosexuals, too."
Sister Mary nodded her head in understanding.
"There's only one thing I don't understand, Father. Why do we continue like this? Why are millions of people all over the earth still being fucked up by the kind of neuroses in the character you created?"
"That, Sister, is the real question I can't answer. I suppose that in a sense, the world needs us. We sort of provide a classic element to somewhat damper man's naturally hedonistic qualities. Why, we'd all be fucking in the sun all day and eating fruit off the trees and never have established the wonderful things about the society we live in today. Besides, in a way, it makes people think that sex is more fun when they know they're doing something they think is wrong. I have to admit this, I think what I do sometimes may be wrong, that Jesus really intended for us to remain celebate or at least sexually loyal to only one person, but it gives me a lusty evil satisfaction. Anyway, Sister Mary, what do you say we cut all this intellectual crap. Why don't you suck my cock for a little while? You can give me a primer on what will happen later at the midnight orgy."
"My pleasure, Father. I've wondered more than once what kind of body you've got underneath all this material."
"You'll just have to find out," he said, lifting up his robe.
Sister Mary pushed her head up into the folds of his priest's frock and placed her open palms across his hips. She found his cock which was rising fast and nuzzled her face along it. She placed her hands around his ass and stroked it. She rubbed her closed eyes across the penis tip and in his balls and ran her kissing lips into his pubic hair.
"Sister Mary, you are not a good Catholic," he said.
"No, I'm not," she said as she engulfed his prick with a long smooth swallow.
"Taste good?" he asked and she grunted her answer while slipping his cock in and out of her. Sister Mary got into taking as much of it as she could in her throat. She pulled in the fleshy base to the tip of her lips, bringing in some of the clusters of pubic hair.
"You're really a great cocksucker," he said. "I wondered if you would ever find out our secret. You seemed so pure and good. I didn't think I'd ever feel your moist lips clenching around my cock."
Sister Mary continued her sucking as the priest moaned his pleasure, and put his hands on her head to guide it over his turned-on rod.
"Oh, suck me harder! I'm about ready to come!"
The sister made her mouth-suction as hard as possible while her head was frantically sliding back and forth over it. The priest let out with a low moan as he came. Sister Mary stood up with the wad of his come in her mouth, savoring its flavor and taste before she swallowed.
"You know, Father Clapton, my first sexual experience ever was cocksucking a priest at the confessional. I was only thirteen then."
"I guess some of us start earlier than others. Did you eat my semen yet?"
"No," she said. "For a reason."
She pressed her torrid, aroused body up to the priest and opened her mouth. She pressed it to his slightly open mouth and kissed him. Their twisting tongues mixed his sperm as she transferred all of it to his mouth. He slowly ate his own come. The thought of it was incredibly sensual to Sister Mary. Her vagina was crazed with heated passion and she felt a large drop of her juices sliding down her leg.
"Father, I'll see you at tonight's orgy. What time is it at?"
"It's at twelve, sharp. In the Cathedral."
"Is that big hunk of a man, Father Pablo going to be there?"
"Yes. He was one of the first to find out what was going on."
"I'll get every last drop of come I can from him."
CHAPTER 12
Sister Mary primed herself for the midnight orgy. All the stops were out. For the first time in months, she put on make-up. She sat naked in her chamber before her small bathroom mirror, adding some red lipstick to her mouth, two great skies of blue eye shadow above her chocolate brown eyes, and a little blush around her cheekbones to accentuate their dramatic curve.
In her bathwater, she had dropped in the remaining contents of her bottle of Eve's Sin perfume. She dusted herself with a little corn starch to leave her skin smooth and silky. She took out her special underwear, a pair of black velvet panties with a red silk crotch. She daubed her fresh cunt with a little perfume.
Twelve o'clock could not get there faster for her. She looked at her clock waiting for the hands to reach the bewitching hour. At eleven thirty, she took a brisk walk in the garden to breathe the cool night air and refresh herself. It also brought a beautiful rosy color to her face. She felt wonderful and alive in her freshly washed and pressed habit, gleaming as white as a bleach ad shirt.
She walked to the church, only a couple of minutes from the convent. Unhurriedly, she waited to see who else would be there. Behind a cluster of nearby trees, she saw a couple of nuns and a priest head for the back entrance of the church, the entrance where the janitors came in. She decided to wait and make a large, attention-getting entrance by being late. She decided they must all be starting to get undressed and into foreplay. She wondered how many of the male clergymen would get up and walk away from their partners when they saw that her beauty was accessible.
When Sister Mary decided that the time was right, she resumed her elegant graceful walk, with her long white habit gently flowing behind her. She was as beautiful as a swan. Her walk was tailored to feminine perfection as she shook off any of her nervous apprehensions.
Her gentle step echoed low as she walked down the dark corridor up into the pews and altar. When she arrived, she saw nothing. All that surrounded her was the eerie light of the altar candles. No one was in sight. The only thing she noticed that was different was the large statue of Jesus hanging on the cross had been changed. The tiny loin cloth that covered his private parts had been removed. Under it was a large wooden dildo, carved into an almost perfect likeness of a cock. The statue hanging nailed on the cross was also wearing sunglasses.
Sister Mary stared at it, unable to really determine just what her emotional reaction to such obvious blasphemy should be. But she also realized she really had so much to learn about what the real Catholic church was about.
In the thickening silence of the church, she heard a low, monotone near-whisper say from the back in the dark, "Welcome Sister Mary Joseph. We wondered how long it would take you before you joined us. Stand in the center aisle of all of the pews and kneel before His Holiness the Cosmic Erection."
Sister Mary did so.
"And now my dear nun, repeat this prayer three times on your rosary beads-"Holy are vaginas and penises and their interaction, holy are the anus and mouth and their sexual pleasure."
Sister Mary repeated the prayer as directed.
"And now, our new initiate into the Church of Catholic and spiritual sexuality, remain on your knees and turn towards us!"
The Sister turned on her knees as she heard soft, creeping feet approach her. A few flickers of candles started the procession. On one side were all the nuns, all cloaked in their white habits. Where there had formerly been an orna mental crucifix around each of their necks, there was now a dildo. Each of them had a different kind of dildo. One of them was a large lead affair, worn around the neck of Sister Gretta Katherine, the largest and bulkiest nun who walked like a football player. It must have weighed at least 10 pounds. On Sister Grace Marie was an all white, onyx carved dildo shaped like a nun which was standing not on an ornamental ball, but on a cock head. It was a nun shaped dildo. Another nun had a large, green unripened banana. Another had a dildo covered with tremendous warts and little plastic spikes. The last sister was the Mother Superior who did not bring a dildo with her, at least she was not wearing one around her neck.
Instead she carried a large silver platter, big enough for a turkey, and over it was a black, silk handkerchief concealing something ominous and mysterious. Sister Mary wondered what was under the object. From the back of the church, came some organ music, not played in any classical sense, but low and restrained with snakey rhythms and a sensual underpull to its hypnotic, quiet fire tones.
As the music continued, The Mother Superior brought the object to the cubicle in the altar wall that contained the statue of Mary. She lit three candles to it and crossed herself.
The priests, all dressed in black frocks, slowly marched down the aisle. Father Clapton led them, dressed in a bishop's head gear and red robes. Instead of a cross hung around his neck, he wore a plastic vagina, complete with hair and pully lips painted pink. He swayed a large decanter of incense in front of him, a lusty musk scented smoke drifting around him. He crossed over to the statue of Saint Francis and knelt before him. The other priests followed, each of them with a different piece of sexual paraphernalia. Around Father Knowlton was a large french tickler and around Father Mentis was a pair of bin-wah balls. The other priests in back of him wore packages of rubbers, boxes of Spanish flys, books of erotic photographs, a blow-up doll that was still in its package, and vibrators. One priest wore a strange object that was a seven inch cord with three large round balls strung on it. Sister Mary have never seen one of them before and did not know what it was for. The last priest had a whole box full of things, covered with an identical piece of silk, such as was wrapped around the Mother Superior's offering to the altar.
All of the clergy gathered on the choir rafters in the altar, with Father Clapton standing at the pulpit. The priest nodded to them and they all chanted in unisom, a poem to Sister Mary Joseph in the solemn tones of a Gregorian chant.
Now is the time come when one truly learns the divination of all those who live in Christ. That the body is the holiest, the church of heavenly desire, the place where one obtains, a glimpse into the Cosmic Orgasm, the very feel of Heaven itself.
It's found within the penis, its found within the vagina.
Its chapels are the breasts and buttocks, it door in the mouth and anus. Holy is the blessed womb of Mary, the Virgin Queen who now, in heaven has intercourse with every man.
Virile is our Lord Jesus, and all satisfying is the Father, God, God the holy clitoris and penis, that masturbates itself and radiates sexuality, the point of love, to all holy men who know.
The music of the organ started again, playing a light, soft bluesy, New Orleans whorehouse tune that would have been considered most irreverent any other time.
Sister Mary Joseph, still kneeling before them watched as they slipped off their habits and frocks, standing in their underwear waiting for the others to be finished. They began exchanging pardners, mostly men with women, but a few stuck with the same sexes in their ranks.
The men stood before the nuns in their underwear and brassiers as all the women, and a few of the men, remained on their knees pulling down the underwear of the men with their teeth. The young nun watched as erections boinged into sight all over, erections of every size and texture-fat ones, thin ones, long ones, short stubby cocks. Some were standing as erect as a marine at attention. Otheres were like flags half mast. When their underwear was pulled down around their feet, the fathers reciprocated by taking off all of the brassiers.
It was a festival of nudity to Sister Mary Joseph as she watched all of the tits emerge and bob into place. Some of them were fat and giant, others were slight and droopy, and some of them were young and springy, hanging lustily off of the nun's chests as bright and tempting as the apple in the Garden of Eden.
All of the men got to their knees as the nuns stood, and began chewing off the panties of the nuns before them. Sister Mary was filled with lustful desire as she saw the burnt orange glimmer of the candlelight gently glistening and alighting their pubic hair. The lovely and bountiful breasts of Sister Anna Mathew looked particularly beautiful and made the Sister very randy. Her taut sweet nipples were like pencil erasers and her breasts stood out pointed away like strawberries. Sister Mary really wanted to suck on them and feel their softness.
And then they were all entirely naked. Sister Mary looked at them as they stood waiting for the next command from Father Clapton. Sister Mary was also wondering when he would speak up. All he did was step out from behind the pulpit, naked and erect, and he stared at Sister Mary and nodded his head.
From out of nowhere, Sister Mary felt two firm hands on her shoulders and upper arms. She looked to the side of her, and two giant men with black hoods concealing their faces lifted her off of the ground. She nervously darted her head back and forth to see what was happening and what the reaction of the clergy around her would be. They wordlessly looked down at her as she was pulled back into the open aisle of the pews.
A third man wearing a cloth covering over his face squirted a sharp smelling substance all over her habit. Confined by the strength of the two around her, she could only squirm and cry out when a lit match was touched to her garment. Immediately, the flame raced up her, throwing itself around her like burning maelstroms. A gag was tossed into her throat, and just as fast, her burning habit was pulled off of her, only slightly singing the hair under her veil which ahd caught fire. Her nude body was picked up and lifted onto a giant, leather crucifix. Her arms were bound, stretched outside of her and the ropes around her wrists were pinned to some large spikes. Her bound feet were also tied around a spike at the cross's bottom.
The cloaked figure approached her from the bottom and rubbed her pussy hair, enjoying the soft, pulpy feel of it and its tickling quality.
He took his can of burning solution and sprayed it directly on her vagina. He lit another match on the zipper of his pants and flamed her bush. At first, only the solution burned but then the acrid smell of burning hair stang the air and he mashed out the fire with his open palm. He brushed off the ashes and the burnt hair, revealing a clean, hairless cunt on the nun.
His cloaked assistant handed him a bucket of water, filled with many icy chunks. Taking a few of these chunks, he cooled off her nearly burned flesh, with some of the ice. Sister Mary shivered from the contrasts in sensations. The henchman then took a smooth, balmy substance that smelled of strawberries and applied this to her.
One by one, all of the people still standing naked in the choir rafters began walking down until the cross was entirely surrounded by nude men and women each staring intensely at her, drinking in her smooth creamy body, the drug of sexual desire heavily racing in their veins.
All of the nuns began walking methodically behind one another, each of them unclasping the dildos off of the chains around their necks.
Sister Anna Mathew was first, carrying two yellow dinner candles, knowing that she would remind Sister Mary Joseph of that long ago lesbian encounter she first had with her mother.
She took the end of one and lit it, hovering it on its lit end over her vagina. A few drops of hot wax landed on her twat before she crammed it in. She thrust it slowly in and out of her and then left it inside. Signaling to the nun behind her, Sister Mary's feet were unbound and straddled over the sides of the cross for excellent exposure of her pussy. Sister Anna took the other candle, lit it, and shoved it up her ass. And then taking the candles with both hands, she worked out an excellent rhythm that plunged one far into her asshole and the other far back into her pussy. Her tits were hanging her pointed, beautiful nipples over Sister Mary's face.
"Suck them," she said, and the nun reached up her tongue and ran it across them. She took one of the breasts into her mouth and sucked long and hard, around her goose pimpled breast while the nun worked her two orifices up. She left them tucked inside of her and played with her tits and rubbed her taut, hairy pubis across the nun's own vagina, lifting her ass off the ground as she pressed into her opened thighs. Their cunts were getting hard and greasy as the candle was pushed around. Sister Anna lifted her hips up high into the air, lifting her vulva above the candle's length, and then plunging down on it.
Their hips went into a seesawing motion as they shared the waxy dildo, pushing it back and forth between then, and lifting their pelvises up high as they transferred the brunt of its length. Sister Anna reached below their hip action to grab the candle stuck in Sister Mary's ass.
"Kiss me, Noreen," she said as their heads bowed and their lips passionately embraced. Continuing to fuck each other with the dildo, the other candle was squeezed up high and smooth into her anal orifice.
Their hot tongues whorled around each other as Sister Anna began thrusting her hips violently across Sister Mary, pushing and pulling the candle the deepest it possible could go.
Sister Anna's maddened clitoris reeled back and forth as her breath became louder and shorter and heated across the bare chest and shoulders of the woman beneath her.
Sister Mary bolted her hips up to greet the other nun's thrusts in counter rhythm, as she was close to coming. It turned Sister Mary on to have all these people around her watching her be fucked by a lesbian.
"Don't come, Noreen. You've got a lot to go before the evening's over."
"But your outrageous beautiful tits and your hot, heated pussy raging over me with this dildo between us is driving me crazy with passion."
"No, don't come. This, what I'm doing right now is only a little reminder of all the beauty and pleasure of holy sex. You won't feel anything for a while, in this, your first sexual communion."
"What's going to happen to me?"
"Your clitoris is going to be anesthesized for about two hours. As the novicaine leaves you system and no longer numbs you, you will then be allowed to have an orgasm. Until then, you will be a sexual device, a means to entertain us and yet, your vagina will still be able to satisfy because it will be feeling nothing."
Beneath her, one of the men with cloaked faces was applying a bottle of novicaine to a hypodermic needle. He inserted inside her vagina and stuck the needle tip lightly to her clitoral flap. Her entire vagina was beginning to feel funny, like balsa wood, and as light as a helium balloon.
The injector was already preparing another needle. This one was applied to her sphinctor muscle. As soon as he nullified her main sexual orifices, he injected another needle into her cunt.
"What's that one for? More novicaine?" the prostrate nun asked.
"No. This is a solution to keep your numbed asshole and cunt tight and slightly hard and springy. You will fully satisfy all of the penises of the men tonight."
The nuns, still approached her body one at a time. The next one after Sister Anna Mathew took her dildo and shoved it in. It was a big, warty plastic thing that did little digs on her lips, being pulled in and out of her like a flower blooming and regressing.
"How does it feel Sister?" asked Father Clapton, stroking his hard-on a little.
"It feels so good!"
"Aren't you getting numb?"
"No! My feelings are heightened!"
"That is because we did not give you novicaine. We gave you a powerful aphrodisiac that has soaked your nerve endings with a coating that transmits all your sensations to a bewildered level."
"Yes! Yes!" said the ecstatic nun as her flesh was pulled back and forth. Her erect nipples received a few strokes from the agressing nun's fingertips and the carnal bliss ran clean and hard throughout Sister Mary's body. She looked down at the plastic tool as it rammed in and out of her with its barnacles, warts, and spidery tentacles all over it, running all up and over her insides.
The nun on top changed positions, lowering her juicy cunt to Sister Mary's face and re-inserting the dildo. Her cunt was getting a good, damp licking from the sexually frenzied Sister Mary. The salty, fishy taste of her cunt ran across her taste buds as the well shaped ass quivered above her. Sister Mary got a hold of her clit with the curve on her tongue and pulled the button all around with it. The nun getting her cunt licked was locked in bliss as the tongue shook small trembles inside of her until it blew with a rush of cunt juices seeping down and sliding into a puddle in Sister Mary's eye. Knowing she was coming, she flitted her razor-like mouth muscle back and forth again and again, creating a tension between her vaginal wall and the clitoris. An orgasm rushed all through her, and the orgasming nun knelt at the end of the cross behind Sister Mary's head, locking her arms over her chest. Her tits were folded over them, and she shook with convulsions as the cosmic sexual rush commanded all of the energy into her body. She gasped as her coming reached its pitch, and then stepped off the cross, onto the floor, exhausted by the tremulous joy.
Already springing into action, the next nun was the hefty one with the slight moustache and the heavy lead dildo. She carried it in her strong arm, and set it down by Sister Mary Joseph's head where it made a heavy clunking sound.
The nun's name was Sister Gretta Katherine and her speaking voice was low and hefty.
"I'm glad you finally joined us, Sister Mary. I've always had the biggest crush on you," she said as she let the full brunt of her muscular weight fall across the nun.
"Oh my yes," said Sister Mary gasping. "You're crushing me now!"
But Sister Gretta continued anyway, ignoring her. She let her voluminous breasts blanket Sister Mary's chest which looked slight in comparison. Her massive threetrunk thighs leaned heavily on the lower part of the bound nun's body. She wrapped her hard, hairy calves tight under the helpless nun's legs until Sister Mary was entirely dominated by her, unable to even squirm beneath Sister Gretta.
"Oh, Sister Gretta! I'm totally helpless under your massiveness!"
"And you love it, too. Don't you honey?"
Sister Mary shook her head no and closed her eyes. Her face screwed up from all of the weight her womanly frame had to support. Sister Gretta parted her thighs a little so the cunt of the woman beneath her could breathe. She took her thick, nail trimmed hand and pushed it against the vagina she wanted to feel. She inserted her middle finger and flashed it around her pink insides.
"Umm, boy. Sister Mary, you've got a sweet pretty cunt. I wish your pubic hair was still here. I'd have enjoyed pulling it out."
The masculinised nun inserted a seond finger to loosen her up further, and then a third finger. When she was as loose and slippery as she could get, she reached over with her cunt smelling fingers and grabbed the metal dildo. Sister Mary looked at her bicep get hard and veiny as it curved to lift the weight of the cock substitute.
She brought it down to her cunt and placed the blunt tip of it to her twat. Holding the lead balls at the base, she slowly twisted and pressed it in. The nun's cunt became as round as a circle as the fleshy, wet muscles betwixt her legs accommodated it. A yell of pain went out into the dark as the dildo got past the point of no return, sinking like a submarine into the depths of her cunt. The weight of the dildo was what rammed its way in and now the end of it rested at the back of her innards, pressing tight against her rectum which still had the candle in it. The base of the candle was pushed up, adding a sensation to her asshole. The heavy weight within her pinned her hips to the surface of the cross. She couldn't have gotten off of the platform if she tried.
Sister Gretta leaned over her yearning, bestial face, extending her, fat, moist tongue and licking her skin. She licked the crevice of her nostrils, all over her high, skeletal cheekbones, her thick lusty lips, and across her closed eyelids. She began licking across her neck, inside her ears, tickling the tiny field of hairs inside her Eustachian tube.
Her licking commenced to her high, aristocratic forehead with its feminine glisten that drew her features into their dramatic beauty. Sister Gretta's thrusting hips were beating hard against the butt of the leaden object and this aroused her to a new height. She crawled over Sister Mary and hunkered over her face, giving Sister Mary a close-up view of her mammoth vagina. She lowered it onto the nun's face.
"Lick me Sister! Lick my clit! I wanna feel your wet squirming tongue all over my pussy."
"Yes," said Sister Mary as her tongue flamed up to greet a cluster of her pubes. She licked all along her salty, moistening lips and further up to her giant stalactite clit. Sister Gretta reached over for the lead dildo and picked it up and plunged it into her a couple of times. With her other hand, she reached over for her left dairy to squeeze. She dropped the dildo back into her lifting it high, watching it slowly sink inside her cave. She began an intensive exploration of her tits, rubbing them all over and feeling them fold and pull from her palms, their plump mass excitedly bobbing her cherries. Sister Gretta ran her hands all across her body, kneading her abdomen, her stomach her pubis mons. She plucked the heavy dildo out of her cunt and pushed it back inside of her, then pulling it out again.
"Oh, Sister Mary," she said through excited breath. "It's as if I want to keep my hand swishing around your lovely pussy, as if I could absorb your femininity, your ravishing beauty, the animal essence of your sexuality. I want something you have!"
As Sister Mary's cunt was being turned on, Sister Gretta used her other hand to masturbate herself. She ran her fingers in and out of her cunt, her clit sweeping back and forth as she pushed and pulled, and pushed and pulled again and again. Her orgasm broke out all over her body in a torrid rash as sweat oozed from every pore. She sat pensively on the edge of her cross, contemplating her rush, all her anxieties dissipated. As the feeling finally trailed away, her closed eyes opened and she caught her breath. Her fingers left Sister Mary's womanhood with a splunking sound. She walked off to sit in a pew and relish her sexual satisfaction.
Immediately, the six other remaining nuns crawled onto the giant cross. Each of them chose a different position. At her head, a nun looked down at her, kneeling behind her head, with her lips opened and poised for a kiss. Her head swooped down in mad passion as she angled her head to fully cover Sister Mary's mouth. The nun grasped the sides of her head to fully press her tongue and lips to her, jerking her head with crazed and poignant desire. Her violent tongue in Sister Mary's mouth traveled around her soft, pink cheeks and beneath her tongue to the delicate cover to her saliva glands. She lifted Sister Mary's tongue with her own and sucked it, bringing it fully inside her mouth. Sister Mary could taste nicotine on the other nun's kiss.
Beneath her was a small, child-like nun, Sister Sarah Opelia, involved in a meal of flesh that she licked off of the new member to this secret sexual society. She began with the ball of her foot, cleaned and only slightly calloused, and continued down the heel. Licking in one major sweep, she traveled back up to the toes, opened and slightly salty. She licked all between their cracks and then sucked each one individually. She did the same to her other foot, and then returned to her other leg to start on her ankle.
Two nuns at her side were each doing her breasts. Her taut, titty nipples were cloaked by the ends of their clipping fingers and rotated around on the plush base of her soft breast. One of the nuns ran her fingertips across her open underarm, smooth and clean without stubbles.
Two other nuns were around her curvaceous hips, stroking the bony protuberance of her pelvis. One of the nuns ran her end over her pubic hair and bent her neck over to kiss her farm of pubes. She kissed her open split, and pushed out the tip of her tongue to run it lightly across her cunt. She sucked the tender folds of skin around her rubbery, hardening opening.
She lifted her face and the other nun pressed her lips to it, with pubic hair unfolding across her face and brushing against her face. She ran the point of her nose along her pink labial ridges with the flaps lifting and lying down again. She breathed deep of her musty fragrance. The nun at the head of the cross straddled Sister Mary's face, leaving her opening available for the slash of Sister Mary's tongue. This time Sister Mary wanted her face in a pussy. She nuzzled against it and tongued its slit, with waves of cunt flesh rolling across her tongue, lost in a salty sea that smelled of fresh fish. She ate into it lustily as her own beaver was opened, saluted by a pecking, swirling tongue, and her calves being licked by Sister Sarah.
Sister Sarah was well on her way to placing a thin coating of saliva all over Sister Mary. She licked all around the nun's clean, marble smooth legs and onto her thighs. Her thighs she licked with her fat, palm-like tongue pulling the light and softness from it, until her head was situated between her legs. She licked up to the v-shaped mons with its cluster of curly frizz above. She sucked a tuft of her pubes and then at her delicious cunt with womanly fruit. Her tits were smeared flat across Sister Mary's gyrating thighs. Sister Sarah lifted her hips as the other nuns continued to stroke all the parts of her body. She lifted Sister Mary's legs over her shoulders to get a full view of hair pie and the crack running through it. She pushed her face inside, rubbing it indiscriminately all over it. She grabbed her hair behind her neck and ran it across Sister Mary. Returning to her cunt with her mouth, she licked all over her crack, reaching down to her asshole and taking a few swipes.
"Oh, let me feel your tongue in my anus," said Sister Mary.
The nun obliged her, by pushing her tongue against the resistant wall. She edged her way past the resistance as Sister Mary's sphincter muscle pinched her tongue as it bashed its way to her colon expanse.
Meanwhile the other nuns went to get their dildos, the strap on affairs. Sister Sarah straddled Sister Mary with her fleshy thighs pressed firm around her arms, opening up her pussy. Sister Mary licked all under it when she felt some groping hands all over the tops of her thighs. Sister Mary sat at the edge of the cross to look at the nuns with their dildo armament.
"You ready to get fucked Sister?"
Sister Mary nodded her head, as the first nun stretched across her body. She locked her face to her with a wet, sliding kiss as their tits rubbed against each other and indented into the flesh with their hardened nipples. The woman raised her hips up high, directing the dildo down to her cunt wetted with the saliva of having been eaten out. The hard plastic erection skid in and out as the nun's rounded ass lifted into the air, stroking slowly and gaining more and more depth. Her pelvic thrusts increased, and Sister Mary held back from coming. She knew that there was much, much more on the way.
The nun removed the dildo from her hips and lifted Sister Mary's ass to strap it on her. The dick substitute jetted up from her cunt like a skyscraper. The nun then climbed across Sister Mary, pushing her vagina down on it until her cunt lips had grasped it and wrapped around it as it was absorbed into her. Sister Mary pushed up her ass to jerk the dildo in her. The nun was excited at being fucked by her, and she lifted her legs to give the nun on the bottom the freedom to screw it in her harder.
As the dildo was being thrust harder and harder, the nun leaned down to grab at Sister Mary's tits, lying out firm and goose pimpled and warm as toast. With her hands pressed to them, she leaned over and kissed the lovely young nun, all the time with the dildo being thrust into her. Their mouths closed over each other, the nun on top came, moaning her ecstasy into Sister Mary's mouth.
She slid her butt up and down on the plastic cock savoring the last warm rushing climax.
She walked off of the big crucifix with the dildo still strapped on Sister Mary. The next nun was a healthy and still attractive woman, Sister Ida Jonah who was about 38. She had light, silky, blonde hair and her pubic hair was a golden wheat color. She did not shave her armpits or her legs, but her hair was smooth and satiny. Her tits were not tremendously large, but they were round with pointed nipples. Her lanky thin body was taut and curvaceous, and supported a well formed face with large blue eyes and a thin English nose. Her lips were thick and lusty red. Her beautiful ass was like two round halves that indenture into her back. She threw back her golden locks and Sister Mary was taken with her. She was so surprised to see how attractive the nuns were when they allowed themselves to be something beside a plain clergy women.
Sister Ida walked around the cross shaped platform, taking in the sexy dimensions of Sister Mary's body.
"Sister Mary, you don't know how glad we are that your beautiful body has come to bless our ceremony. We always wondered whether you were one of us."
"Oh, I am! I really am!"
"Good," she said, lifting her ass onto the edge of the cross. She reached an arm over for Sister Mary's shoulder and then rolled herself across her body. Their lips met in a sweet kiss of fire and wine. Sister Ida ran her open palms across Sister Mary's face, tracing the shadows of her high cheekbones. She placed her palms under her body, ran them down her back, and left them to rest under her ass. Sister Ida's drooling pussy lips began to beat against Sister Mary's and their pussy hairs caught and tangled. Their hips beat like the separate sides of a heart. Their breasts cushioned each other and Sister Mary's legs went crazy searching from some place to rest them, until she wrapped them around Sister Ida's legs. Their damp pussies beat and squelched, mixing their feminine swamps together. Sister Mary's arms pulled tight against the ropes still binding her on the cross. Father Clapton walked over and snipped them with a large pair of gardening shears. Sister Mary's free arms groped the back of Sister Ida, running her hands all up and down her warm springy length. She kneaded her luscious, hot ass and pushed it harder across her cunt.
"Your ass is so warm and sweet," said Sister Mary. "Let me kiss it."
"Surely," said Sister Ida, changing positions. She backed her ass up to Sister Mary's face, its heart shape firmly sitting on her tits. Sister Mary kissed the fleshy orbs with her puckered mouth. She covered all of it, the back of her thighs, and ran her kisses down the crack of her ass. Her wet pink mouth muscle came out to tongue her bottom and she shined it into a waxy polish with her spit. Her tender tongue began to gently cleave Sister Ida's buttocks and she watched the folds of her ass roll across her tongue. Her burrowing tongue sought her asshole, lightly decorated by blonde anal hair. Sister Mary licked these with her tongue, and finally her ready asshole. Her tongue skated across the wrinkles of it, and then continued rimming it until it softened. When it was at the consistency of heated rubber, her tongue broke through.
"Sister Mary, it feels so fucking good having your tongue in my asshole. It makes me all hot and juicy in my anxious twat. Oh, lick my cunt, Sister!"
Sister Ida turned her furry bush to the young nun's face and rotated her hips around her head. Sister Mary licked the pinkness and took a few sharp flicks at her cunt.
Underneath their mouth-to-pussy action, another nun was putting a dildo to Sister Mary. It was the woman who had the dildo shaped like a nun. Sister Mary felt the nun's head teasing the inside of her while it slowly twisted the rest of its body cloaked in a habit further into her vaginal region. She lifted her legs in excitement and a fresh blast of energy went into her licking of Sister Ida. While her legs were lifted, another dildo, coated with petroleum jelly, was inserted all the way up her asshole. The nun fucking her anus with the dildo was pulling it in and out as fast as she could with slurping sounds. Her tight tiny anus was tinged with pain as the dildo ran in and out of her, pulling out her pink tube that receded as the dildo was thrust back in again.
The juice from Sister Ida was coating Sister Mary's chin as she tongued away at it. Sister Ida came, shaking her tits around and leaning back on the seat of Sister Mary's breasts as she concentrated on the feeling of her orgasm. She rested a while and then left again for the altar where the other nuns who had received an orgasm from the new initiate were waiting, watching the action.
All of the naked priests stared silently at the action. The few remaining nuns continued to shove their dildos in and out of Sister Mary as she was again, eating another pussy. Sister Mary's tongue and mouth were getting tired.
"Oh, let me shove a dildo in you," she offered the nun. Sister Mary leaned over, careful not to disturb the action between her legs, and strapped a dildo around her face. She could breathe through its hollow tube as it stuck out from her face like Pinnochio with a cock tip at the end of his nose. The nun was excited by the strangeness of the situation, but she leaned her cunt over Sister Mary's face. Sister Mary inserted the dildo in her with a short jerk of her head and then rocked her neck up and down.
"Sister Mary, I don't believe you, but I'm getting turned on by the thought of your pretty face fucking me. Oh, slam it into me harder!"
Sister Mary increased her neck motions. The nun came and Sister Mary was also on the verge of coming as a french tickler was stuck in her raw cunt. The french tickler dildo had two dick heads on both ends. As one was buried deep inside her, the other protruded and the last nun yet to orgasm humped against it while breathing hard into the prostrate nun's face. Both of the nuns started to come, and Sister Mary could no longer hold back. A tide of electric ecstasy ran through the both of them as Sister Mary grabbed hard of the smooth, clean ass above her. The aphrodisiac that had been shot in her was doing its work. She was proud of herself for holding back coming for so long.
The other nun got off of her body, now free of the ropes that had bound her, but Sister Mary could not have moved. Her entire body was an exhausted heap and she needed some rest before she could continue.
The organ music began again, still playing in low, sensual tones as all of the priests gathered in a line. They trailed down after each other with their erections, each of them carrying a lit candle in a small glass. They deposited the candle at the base of Sister Mary's cross. When all of the candles had been deposited, each of them took a rubber propholactic they were concealing in their hands and rolled it across their erections.
Father Clapton climbed atop of Sister Mary and pushed his ass towards her face. He slowly lowered it, with his cheeks split, and Sister Mary took a deep breath. The priest ground his meaty weight across her elegant features and jerked off his cock. He lifted once so she could breathe, and then sat down again. He did it one more time, and then leaned his face over to her cunt and began licking its vaginal beauty, his puckered lips pushing their way inside. He lowered his rubber covered cock to her mouth and she greedily ate its length. The cock slid in and out of her mouth and she choked on it, and spit it out. She waited until her coughing was over, and was ready to resume sucking his dick, but she tried to roll the rubber off first.
"Don't do that, Sister," the priest commanded.
"But Father, even though I can see your gorgeous blue veins pulsing through here, and feel your velvet tipped cock at the end of this marvelous pole, I want to taste your man-flesh!"
"Not yet, Sister Mary. You can suck me off later, but we're all wearing rubbers for a special reason. You'll drink it later."
Sister Mary stuck his popsickle back in her mouth and resumed on sucking it. Father Clapton could still feel the texture of her tongue past the thin rubber skin as she ate its length. Sister Mary rolled his cock from side to side in her mouth, and tucked it behind her left molars. She bit down her teeth, and the cock was pressed to the side of her mouth and against her teeth. She sucked hard on it while it was in this position. She could tell it was turning on Father Clapton because his lapping of her pussy was as fast as a dog at water. The meat of his tongue was barbecuing her canyon of nerve endings. His slobbering face was all over it. His hips above her face began diving down harder into her mouth and the nun felt a welling of come splash to the rubber's tip. The priest was finished and he pulled his limp cock from her and did not remove the rubber. He left it on as his cock shriveled back to normal size and the drops of semen weighted the end of the rubber and made it waddle as he walked.
The next priest brought her a bowl of fruit. He peeled a banana and she ate a bite of it. He peeled more and more of it and she ate the entire thing. He sat between her legs, his erect cock over her pussy, eating a banana himself. When he was through eating it, he took a banana and shoved it up her, the yellow skin chafing across her clitty.
"I don't think you've ever experienced this before," he said.
"I don't think I ever have either," she said, as the priest lifted her hips up. He pushed her legs in back of her, exposing her asshole and gave the banana a few tugs. The young, well built priest then took a bunch of grapes and plucked the individual spheres from the twiggy skeleton and plunked each one into her asshole. Sister Mary had about fifty grapes inside of her. He gave her a bunch of grapes and leaned his ass over to her. She looked inside of his big hairy ass and his tight wrinkled anus and gave it a few preliminary licks. She then took the grapes and plunked them one by one inside of him, inserting close to eighty grapes inside of him. When their rectums were filled with the small green fruit, the priest grabbed a cantalope that had a hole in it, a hole he could fit his cock through. He shoved it into the cool flesh of the melon. He fucked it a few times and then pulled it out, dripping with melon juice and pieces of pulp.
He brought his dick over to Sister Mary and she licked the sweet fruit juice off of it, gently nibbling it, until she glunked it all in, her tongue wrapped tightly around it, the cock pressed to the roof of her mouth, her mouth a vacuum around the throbbing dick. She had licked off all of the juice and had eaten every fleck of pulp she could find. She concentrated on blowing just his dick's head, whirling her tongue around it and giving it a few flicks.
Below her, she felt more cool, soft fruit filling her, this time in her vagina. She looked through the priests open legs to see what was being placed in her.
The priest was taking large strawberries, as red as frothing, arterial blood and inserting them inside of her. At the bottom of the container of fruit, he pulled out a large can of whipped cream. He shook the can a few times and then inserted the nozzle inside of her strawberry filled vagina.
He pushed down on the plastic tip and whipped cream filled her vagina. It began squeezing out of her cunt, so he sprayed it all over her mons, and with the remainder, he covered her breasts. With the last shot, he filled his mouth and enjoyed the fluffy, buttery taste with its delicate sweet flavor. He pressed his mouth to Sister Mary's, and their tongue mingled in the delicious cloud of whipped cream.
His own chest had touched her tits and was covered a little with whip cream. Sister Mary held on to his strong arms and lifted her head to lick off the whip cream on his hardening chest raisins. She licked across the cleavage between his pectoral muscles and into a patch of bristly hair over his heart.
The priest stuck out his tongue to eat at her snowcapped mountains. He licked all over her tit's nipples, clearing off all of the sweet fluffy stuff.
He lowered his head down to her pubic patch and licked off all the whipped cream that was frothing among her pubic hairs. He licked all around her mons, his tongue scraping off everything from every pubic hair until her cunt was shiny with his saliva.
He pulled his abdomen across her stomach and then plunged his rubber covered cock into her bowl filled with fruit. His cock mashed hard into her and Sister Mary felt the strawberries being pressed to her sides and being mashed. The pulpy fruit was flowing inside of her and clinging to the priests dick with some of the mashed fruit surfacing on her cunt. The priest smashed and smashed inside of her, taking a few of his fingers to adjust some of the less smashed strawberries, and then grinding them into juice again.
The priest stopped fucking her and pressed his anus to her mouth and leaned his face over her cunt. He began slurping away at the juice inside of her, mixed with the whipped cream.
"Eat those grapes," he said. Sister Mary obeyed him and began sucking out the incubated grapes in his ass, chewing away at their pulp, and then sucking another few out.
Sister Mary looked down at the priests in a line all ready to fuck her, eat her, have her suck them and God knows what. She looked across at Sister Gretta, who had taken the hidden object on the silver plate before the altar. Sister Mary watched her plug it in. It was a whirring dildo, with a covering of tiny little tacks that spun around and around it. The nun shuddered at the thought of having it in her.
Father Clapton took a giant enema out of the box before the altar. He took the priest who had just finished fucking her to fill it up. It looked like it could hold at least ten gallons.
As another priest mounted her and began sawing away at her insides, her clit was still rising to the situation. The young nun wasn't even half done satisfying the priests and she could see the nuns were already itching for another round. She was to receive a ten gallon enema, an electric dildo that would tear up her insides, and up to more than twenty fucks. It was going to be a long night.
"Father Clapton, what will we do next time?" she cried. "The same thing to you. Over and over again." The father went to fill the enema.
