HORNY NAUGHTY NUN 6

Feature Writer: Brad Morgan

Feature Title: HORNY NAUGHTY NUN 6

Published: 19.05.2014 / Religousfetish.com

Story Codes: Religious Themes

Horny Naughty Nun 6

CHAPTER SIX

Sitting between them on the couch and letting them taking turns kissing her as they groped her tits and

thighs and ass, Sister Mary Grace couldn’t say which of the cunt-hungry priests she liked the best.

Father Tom Ryan was devastatingly handsome, but his electric-blue eyes were almost too intense, sometimes even crazy-looking. His blond hair was going gray at temples, which made him look distinguished, but she had to admit that his body was somewhat on the flabby side.

By contrast, Father John Flynn had a great body, lean and hard from his dedication to jogging and tennis. The younger nuns would go out of their way to catch glimpses of him in his running shorts, and they spent much time giggling about the size of the bulge at his crotch. Sister Grace could now tell them – although she surely never would – that the wildest speculations about the size of his cock were true. His body was slight, though, and his hair was fine and nothing-colored, she guessed he would be bald before long. His horn rimmed glasses made him look more intellectual and trustworthy than Father Tom – to tell the truth, Father Tom reminded her less of that Irish movie actor than he did of the Devil himself, and she had been having nightmares recently in which that was who he really was. Father John’s best feature was his enormous cock. Unfortunately it lay limp in her hand now as she kissed him.

Turning to kin Father Tom, she decided that she liked him best, because his prick was stiff and hard again, and she gave her a nice, hot handful to feel.

“Sister,” he murmured as he probed her cum slimed cunt with his fingers and she spread her legs wider to let him in. “Forgive me. I tried to resist temptation, but I just had to fuck your pretty mouth.”

She just murmured lazily as she played with his hard prick.

“I’m doing this for your own good,” he said, “and you mustn’t think that my only motivation is just.”

“Yes, Father,” she said, peeling his prick up and down with her fingers as she half-turned to let Father John kiss her and feel her tits. As soon as she had finished giving the younger priest a long, tongue-tangling kiss, she turned and bent down to take Father Tom’s cock in her mouth.

“No, Sister,” he said, gently drawing her away from his stiff cock. “Help me resist that temptation.”

“Please, Father – my cunt is kind of sore from Father John’s big prick. Can’t I blow you again?”

“No,” he said, and she winced at her own presumptuousness. “Father John, would you please go to the closet and get my chrismatory. The flash used for baptism would be appropriate.”

Sister Grace knew that a chrismatory contained three flasks of chrism, or scented and consecrated oil, one used for baptisms, a second for anointing the sick and a third for the dead. Did he really mean to put the holy oil on her cult just to ease its soreness? It seemed sacrilegious, but she had to accept that be knew what he was doing better than she did.

“Wouldn’t the one for the sick be better, Father? Since my cunt is sore?”

Father Tom chuckled and gave her a hug, avoiding an answer by sucking one of her tits into his mouth. After a few seconds of his talented tonguing, she no longer cared about getting an answer.

When Father Flynn had returned with the desired flask, Father Ryan surprised her, instead of putting the holy oil on her cunt, he smeared it all over his cock. Soon his prick, scented of balsam, was sticking up as stiff and hard as it could be in its slick coat of oil.

“Turn over, Sister,” he said, guiding Sister Grace onto her hands and knees on the couch.

She needed no second invitation. The two priests had been kissing and feeling the cock hungry young man for a good fifteen minutes now, and it had been even longer since Father John had fucked her. Sore or not, her cunt was hot and ready for his cock, and she squirmed her ass invitingly as she raised her cunt to an idea angle for penetration. She felt the head of his cock pushing hard against her.

“Jesus, Mary and Jose

ph!” she cried. “Father! You-you’re in the wrong hole! Put it in my cunt – please!”

“Now, hold still and be quiet, Sister. You said your cunt was sore, and it’s time you discovered another pleasure of the flesh. It’s time your asshole was baptized, and I’m using holy oil to do it. Would you reject it?”

“Oh, Father, I just can’t? It hurts! Please don’t stick your cock in my ass!” she sobbed, trying to avoid his greasy prick, but prevented from moving away by his strong hands.

“Father John those seminary experiences you told me about must have taught you a thing or two – can you tell Sister Grace how to make it easier for herself?”

Even in her extremity of anguish, Grace noticed that Father John blushed charmingly. He muttered, “Just make believe you’re taking a shit, Sister. That’s the trick to relaxing your asshole.”

It wasn’t easy. Against her will, her asshole clamped tight and seemed trying to crawl up into her body to get away from Father Tom’s cock. Even with its coat of holy oil, it felt like he was trying to shove a railroad spike up her asshole.

But whether her asshole liked it or not, he was getting in. She sobbed bitterly against the pain and struggled to follow Father John’s advice, but some inhibition against taking a shit in the rectory’s study with two priests watching prevented her from relaxing. She begged for a little more time, but Father Tom was so hot and horny that he couldn’t wait, his cock kept drilling painfully into her ass.

Overcoming her inhibition at last by force of necessity, she found just the right combination of muscles and pushed her asshole out lightly. The result was miraculous. Father Tom’s cock began sliding in even more easily than an especially large turd might have slid out. Her asshole was still sore from her earlier resistance, but that pain began to fade and grow dull as she tingled with a thrill of accomplishment.

That wasn’t the only thrill she felt, either. Her asshole had always been particularly sensitive to pleasurable sensations; she loved it when Sisters Ursula or Phrygia fucked it with their fingers. But their fingers were nothing compared to the size and length of Father Tom’s hard cock. It rubbed and squeezed against deliciously sensitive areas in her asshole that their fingers had never touched, and whose existence she had never even begun to imagine.

She squealed with horror when Father Tom began to pull his cock out, because it felt like she really was taking a shit, and it mortified her. It took her a moment to realize that all she felt was the withdrawal of his big cock, and by that time he was pushing it in again. The second outward stroke was less traumatizing, and by the third or fourth thrust and withdrawal of his oiled cock, she had fallen completely under the spell of asshole-fucking and was loving every minute of it.

The holy chrism on his prick enabled Father Ryan to fuck her asshole just as fast as he wanted to, and soon he was shuttling in and out of her asshole almost as rapidly as he could have fucked her cunt. His big, hairy balls squeezed her cunt on each inward stroke, and they were soon smeared with the copious leakage of her cunt-juice.

Her cheek rested against Father John’s hairless thigh, and she had a delicious view of the rising and thickening of his enormous cock as he watched her getting fucked up the asshole. She reached out to take his prick in her fingers, at that touch was all his cock needed to regain all its former starch. He twisted his hips to present the bulging head of his cock to her mouth and she didn’t need to be told what to do with it. Soon the cock-crazed nun had a prick in her asshole and one in her mouth, too.

Father John was eager to try the trick that Father Tom had taught her, and he tried at once to push his cock down her throat. She resisted, grabbing his thick cockshaft with her fingers to prevent him from pushing it too far. Father John’

cock was not merely longer than Father Tom’s, it was much thicker; it looked as if it could choke a horse, let alone a young nun who had only just learned how to swallow a cock.

“You can do it, Sister,” Father Tom urged as he continued to fuck her asshole. “You had doubts about taking my cock in your cunt and your asshole – O ye of little faith! Just say a little prayer and swallow it down.”

Chastened by this rebuke, Sister Grace took her hand away from Father John’s cock and said another Hail Mary in her mind, perhaps the most fervent and heartfelt prayer she had ever addressed to the Blessed Virgin. Once again, it worked. The head of Father Flynn’s cock felt as big as a baseball as it squeezed into her throat, and his prickshaft seemed as long and thick as a baseball-bat, but she was able to open her throat and let it slide down without gagging. It went down so deep that it seemed as if Father John’s cock was going to collide with Father Tom’s somewhere in the vicinity of her stomach.

Father Tom began feeling her tits while he fucked her ass, and Sister Grace writhed and squirmed to rub her hot nipples against his fingers and get the full benefit of his tit-feeling. Hot tingles lanced down to her empty cunt, but they only served to remind her how empty it was.

She reached back to touch Father Tom’s cock, hoping to redirect it into her cunt, but his oily prick was moving so rapidly in and out of her ass that she couldn’t get a proper grip on it. Pushing against the inside of her cunt from her asshole, it was like the ghostly echo of a fuck, one that served to inflame her hot cunt without a hope of satisfying it. She couldn’t tell them what she wanted, either, once he had gotten his cock down her throat, Father John kept it there, fucking her mouth in short, jerky strokes and never removing his cock far enough to let her speak.

It embarrassed her to do it, but she surreptitiously slipped her hand onto her cunt and began fondling her own cunt-button. The instant thrill of the touch mote than made up for the shame she felt at so wantonly playing with her cunt in the presence of the two priests.

She feared that one of them would reprimand her if he discovered what she was doing, but her fears were groundless. Father Tom discovered it almost at once, and he only chuckled as he kept on fucking her ass. Emboldened by this, she rubbed her cunt more firmly.

“Stick your finger in your cunt, Sister,” Father Tom urged.

That seemed impossible. Her cunt was being squeezed from behind by his cock, the tube shut down by the pressure of his cock up her ass. Her cunt-hole opened and closed like a drooling little mouth in time to his ass-fucking thrusts.

Nevertheless her cunt was so hot and wet that she was able to slip her finger in with no difficulty at all. As soon as it was inside, she realized that she could trace the hard outline of Father Tom’s cock in her asshole by pressing her finger against the sensitive membrane separating the two fuck holes.

She soon caught on to what the priest wanted, and she began rubbing his cock from inside her cunt. He gasped with pleasure as he felt this extra tickle in her tight asshole, and he made his strokes deeper and stronger as he relished the tingling slide in and out of her ass.

Grace whimpered with delight around the big cock stuck down her throat, for the fingering action inside her cunt felt, every bit as good to her as it did to Father Tom. She pressed her thumb against her clit and rubbed it from side to side as she slipped her finger in and out and wiggled it against the big cock up her ass.

Father John at long last pulled his cock out of her throat so he could feel some of her hot tongue-action on his sensitive cock-head. Sister Grace took a few deep, gasping breaths and cleared her throat of cock-juice before going to work, but once she did, she devoted her best efforts to swirling her tongue around his bulg

ing cock-head.

The two priests humped the young nun faster and faster, Father Tom driving his prick hard in and out of her asshole while Father John fucked her somewhat more gently in the mouth. She writhed and twisted and rippled her sweaty body between them, hardly knowing which cock was giving her more pleasure, or whether it was the action of her own hand that was the star of the show.

She gave a muffled scream when Father Tom came, squirting a huge wad of cum up her asshole, then a second that seemed every bit as hot and thick and creamy. As his cock kept spurting, he stepped up the pace of his assfucking, lubricated now by cum as well as holy chrism. He gripped her hips to give him more leverage for a fast and furious asshole-fuck.

Father John instantly took up the slack of her tits, but as soon as he got his itching hands on them, it was as if he had found the trigger of his own orgasm. She gasped as he began hosing hot jism into her mouth. She swallowed all she could and sucked for more, but she couldn’t swallow it all, and she felt some trickling down over her lip and chin as he continued to blast her mouth full of cum.

Swallowing and sucking and writhing her ass to give the priests as much pleasure as she could, the horny nun continued to pump her cunt with her flailing fingers, massaging her cunt-button and plunging her finger in and out of her sticky pussyhole. Before long, she felt her cunt expanding to engulf her mind and soul until nothing was left but a tingling, satisfied cunt.

THE END OF CHAPTER SIX

1 thought on “HORNY NAUGHTY NUN 6”

  1. Sister Grace is being fully introduced into new desires and pleasures of the flesh, which at the start she is reluctant to surrender to the two priests, but then finds herself sucked into action, and totally immerses her body to the perverse and debauched sex, which consumes her whole being to the depraved acts of bestial lust.

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