HORNY NAUGHTY NUN 1

Sister Mary Grace had asked Father Ryan to hear her confession in his study. She never could have confessed her terrible sins in the church, in the presence of the Blessed Sacrament. Besides, she knew for a fact that Mother Mary Aloysius ease dropped on the nuns confessions.

But she feared it had been a mistake. Kneeling beside Father Tom Ryan’s chair, she was struck more forcefully than ever by his resemblance to Peter O’Toole. Guilty though she felt about her sins, reciting them made her feel squirmy and damp.

“… and I let him kiss my-my private parts,” she was saying in a small voice.

Father Ryan seemed amused. “Do you means Sister, that you let him eat your cunt?”

She gasped with shock. That was just what Rocco had called it. It was what she had called it, too, in the grip of her sinful excitement. “Eat my cunt, Rocco!” She had said.

“I thought such wards were sinful, Father. I meant to confess that I used them when… when we were doing it.”

“When you were playing sixty-nine with this boy from your English class?”

“Isn’t it sinful to say…” she found that she could not repeat the phrase, “words like those?”

“Not very. I can’t absolve you, Sister, unless I know exactly what you’re talking about.” He saw that tears were rolling down her cheeks, and he dried them with his stole. “Please use the plain words for your acts, Sister. You have my permission.”

“All right.” She felt her cheeks burning as she forced herself to say, “He ate my cunt and I sucked his cock.”

“And you enjoyed all this?”

She lowered her eyes. “Yes, Father. I enjoyed it very much.”

“Is that all?”

Sister Grace felt cheated. Father Ryan seemed not the least bit shocked or angered by the sins that would damn her forever to hell. He looked wearily amused, like an indulgent parent hearing of a favorite child’s minor misconduct.

She knew it was wrong to try to shock him, but she hoped she would as she said. “I did it with a nun, too. Father. I happened to pass by her cell, and I couldn’t help staring at her, in just her shift, with her long, gold hair… she called me in and – well, we ate each other’s cunt.”

“And you enjoyed it?” He remained unshocked. “Did you come?”

“Three times, Father. The thing is, we can’t stop. We’ve been sneaking into each other’s cell every night for the past two weeks.”

He sighed. “I’ll have to speak to this other nun. Give me her name, Sister.”

“Father, I couldn’t!”

The priest swiveled his devastating blue eyes on her and turned her to icily. “You took a vow of obedience, Sister, as well as one of chastity. Give me her name.”

“Sister Ursula,” she whispered.

“The one with the walk.” He smiled.

It surprised her that the priest should have noticed Sister Mary Ursula’s sexy little strut. She said she found it impossible to modify her walk, even though Mother Aloysius had disciplined her for it more than once.

When she had been silent a while, he prompted. “And that’s all?”

“No, Father. Even now I find myself harboring impure thoughts about you – urges, really.”

“Please be specific.”

“I can’t help thinking how good it would feel…” Her voice failed her.

“If I ate your cunt?”

She began sobbing. She could only nod wordlessly. His strong hand squeezing her shoulder was meant to be comforting, she was sure, but it only made her cunt squirm hotly.

Father Ryan gave her absolution and a penance so light that it seemed to trivialize her sins, ten Hail Marys and an equal number of Our Fathers. But then he insisted that she accompany him in praying for strength to resist her carnal urges, and he knelt beside her.

Far from giving her strength, his close proximity unleashed her weakness. She couldn’t concentrate on her prayers with the manly smell of tobacco and aftershave, slightly tinged with whisky, in her nostrils. She trembled when she felt his hand caressing her ass.

“No, Father, I…” Turning to protest, she was silenced with a deep, tongue-tangling kiss. She had kissed Sister Ursula like this, but never a man.

His hand slipped unnoticed beneath her habit, but she soon noticed it when it slid up her thigh and touched her cunt.

He said dryly, “I thought nuns were supposed to wear underpants, Sister.”

“Father, the linen ones they give…” she found it impossible to think while his finger slid up and down the wet groove between her cuntlips, but she forced herself to speak, “… they’re just too… they rub against my cunt and make me feel hot all the time.”

“You should wear them all the same, Sister.” As he spoke, he concentrated on unpinning her wimple and cowl to reveal her long, lustrous black hair. “Resist the temptation, and offer it up to Our Lord. If the temptation becomes unbearable, come to me – at any hour of the day or night.”

“Father!”

“God understands weakness of the flesh, Sister, but He’s less willing to forgive its perversion. It was His plan that men and women should fuck. Sinning with me would be less grievous than lying with another nun or sucking some schoolboy’s cock.”

Her cunt felt so hot and wet and squirmy, her nipples tingled so deliciously, that his words made wonderful sense. Her habit was cast aside, along with her cotton stockings and boots and her chaste bra. She was naked except for the tattered scapulars she had worn since she was twelve. Father Ryan was naked, too. His cock was just as hard and stiff as it could be, and a bead of juice twinkled at its inflamed tip.

“Father,” she whispered hesitantly, “I’m a virgin.”

“It’s an insult to Our Lord, to give up fucking without knowing what it’s all about,” he said as he felt her tits and turned her mind to mush. “I’m going to show you what it’s all about.”

He wriggled up to lie on top of her and push his bulging cock-head into the hot lips of her cunt. The priest was crazy about her big nipples, almost as big as the tips of her thumbs now that they were hot and erect, and he couldn’t decide which he loved to suck the most. The hot flashes surging down to her cunt from her tits almost compensated for the pain Sister Grace felt as Father Tom forced his huge cock into her virginal cunt.

It was not an unbearable pain, perhaps no worse than biting her tongue and knowing she’d drawn blood. She’d felt far worse in a dentist’s chair. But the location of the pain made it scary. He was ripping his way into the center of her body with his big cock. She sobbed and begged him to stop, but it was like begging a truck to stop running you over. He just kept pushing in with the relentless, merciless strength of a machine.

She wanted him to suck her tits, though, and as her cunt shrank from his cock, she thrust her tit-mounds hard against his mouth. The cross he wore about his neck dug almost painfully into one tit as he sent the other to heaven with his greedy mouth.

She tried to pull her cunt away from him, but both his hands were dug into her ass like iron claws, and he pulled her tight against him as he bulled his cock inward. She started to scream as something in her cunt snagged and ripped, but he covered her mouth with his and silenced her with a tongue-tangling kiss.

And then his cock was slipping in strongly and steadily, the easiest thing in the world, stuffing her cunt and scratching itches she hadn’t even known she’d had. She wound her long, lithe legs around the priest’s muscular back and urged him, using all the words she had thought were sinful, to fuck her till she shit.

Father Tom needed no urging. He belted his big cock in and out of the nun’s virginal cunt like a boxer’s fist. He was hurting her, her cunt was sore, but she could no more have stopped him

than a chain-smoker could have suspended his vice because of a sore throat; the pleasure more than made up for the discomfort. And although Sister Grace had never smoked, she knew that fucking was an infinitely more pleasant and addictive vice. How in God’s name would she ever stop, now that Father Tom had shown her that his cock and her cunt were the lock and the key to paradise?

But stopping was the last thing on her mind now, with the priest’s cock bursting in and out of her tight, clinging cunt at a speed that rattled her teeth and jangled her bones. She wanted to go even faster, and she bounced her ass up from the floor of the rectory study to bang her hipbones against his and syncopate the fucking.

Father Tom’s crucifix no longer dug into her tits. It was pressed against her flat belly as he concentrated on her tits with manic dedication. Both Rocco and Sister Ursula had sucked on her tits – the only ones who’d ever done it but nobody had done it like Father Tom. He worshipped them with his lips and tongue, and he revealed them to be the triggers of explosive nerves in her hot young cunt that kept going off like strings of firecrackers. Her own fingers and the mouths of Rocco and Sister Ursula had taught her what it was to come, but that had been a grammar-school lesson. Father Tom’s cock was giving her a post-graduate course in orgasms it was almost scary to Sister Grace, the way one climax led up to another, until it seemed she would be transubstantiated by the priest’s big cock.

The horny young nun’s tits and cunt were inflamed beyond her wildest dreams of religious ecstasy, but now the priest revealed a new mystery by tickling her asshole. She spread her legs wide, releasing his back, so he could play with that puckered rosebud of unexpected sensation as much as he wanted to. She wondered if he could fit his finger in her asshole, or even his cock, but he seemed content to tickle it with just the tip of his finger. She writhed and squirmed like a hooked fish under the combined assaults on her cunt, her asshole and her tits.

“Hail Mary!” she screamed in an effort to find vent for the surgings and burnings in her cunt, and it never occurred to her that this might be blasphemy. But the Lord was with her and He had never been before, and the fruit of her womb was a huge prick. Surely, too, this was the hour of her death, when the God who was coming to life within her cunt would blow her away like the flame of an altar candle.

How had she survived all these years without a cock in her cunt? Sister Grace was twenty-two years old. She had turned down innumerable offers from horny young men who had wanted to plug her hole, and she intensely regretted every single one she had turned down now. But it made no difference, because Father Tom Ryan was plugging her cunt-hole, and doing it as she knew it was meant to be done. It was as if she had lived all these years without knowing what water was for, and now, after an intolerable thirst, she was getting a drink.

She lay beneath Father Tom like a discarded dishrag, arms and legs spread wide, simply accepting the slipping and sliding miracle of his plunging cock. But when he propped himself up on his arms to look down and see his cock pushing and pulling in her cunt, she couldn’t resist peering down between her tits to see it, too.

She wished she hadn’t looked. His big cock was bloody, and her drooping thighs were running with the blood and cunt-juice that had spattered out of her. He had busted into her virginal hole like a battering-ram, and she prayed that he hadn’t done her a serious injury. Her head swam with nausea, but even so, she couldn’t help staring. No sight on earth or maybe even in heaven could compare with the big, bloody length of that hard cock as it disappeared into her painfully stretched cunt-lips and appeared again. Again she imagined that she might die; she was sure that dying involved the same total loss of co

ntrol that fucking did.

She had never before noticed how big her clit was, so much bigger than Sister Ursula’s. It peeked between her cunt-lips and her blood matted cunt-hair like the pink nose of a kitten. She wanted to rub it, it felt so hot and loaded with lust, but she didn’t dare, for fear that Father Tom would think she was hopelessly sex-crazed.

But then she screamed when he rubbed it himself, manipulating her red-hot cunt-button with his fingers as he fucked her. It was as if the final nail had been pounded into Our Lord’s wrist, and that pounding and that nail were buried deep in the intricate convolutions of her cock-hungry cunt.

“Don’t just lie there,” Father Tom grunted, burning and crisping her soul with his big, blue eyes, “fucking is a sport for two persons.”

“Oh, yes!” she screamed, pummeling him with her sweating loins as she pumped her cunt up from the floor to engulf his bloody cock. “I was afraid – I didn’t want you to know… how much I love to fuck, how much I love you to fuck me, Father!”

“Don’t be ashamed of it,” he whispered as he clutched her ass and drove his prick to meet her thrusts. “If you’re going to sin, throw your heart into it.”

He rolled over on his back. She knelt astride his hips, puffing and pushing her hot cunt up and down on his upright prick. He guided her with his hands cupping her ass, one of his fingers still tickling her hot asshole.

She loved this fucking position. She felt completely in control, staring down at her father confessor’s sweating body, his crucifix glittering on his chest, his eyes eating up her tits, as she raised and lowered her itching, aching but utterly cock-crazed cunt on his upright prick. Looking down below her belly, she could see her black-muffed cunt accepting every inch of his bloody cock, then revealing it to her fascinated gaze. The Seven Sacraments had been joined by one her catechism hadn’t told her about, and it was called fucking.

Something new was happening. She squealed with shock as his big prick seemed to extend itself and touch depths it couldn’t possibly be touching. Meanwhile its thick length throbbed in her cunt like an overworked heart.

She cursed herself for an idiot as she realized that the priest’s cock was doing in her cunt just what Rocco’s had done in her mouth; he was spurting cum into her. His face twisted, his body writhed, he was unable to do anything to contribute to the fuck, so she hammered her ass up and down on his thighs and swallowed him with her cunt, taking every last ounce of his jetting cum.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE