HORNY NAUGHTY NUN 13

With her tongue in Sister Ursula’s cunt and her hands stroking her smooth, delicious ass, Sister Grace realized with a sinking heart that she was still entangled in Satan’s sapphic snares, as Msgr. Lafferty so quaintly phrased it. There was no getting around it, she loved to eat cunts, and she loved to eat Sister Ursula’s most of all.

Maybe there was some hope for her, though, because one of the most pleasant things about the blonde’s cunt at the moment was that it was full to overflowing with Father Flynn’s hot cum, and that made it especially enjoyable. But even if it hadn’t been full of cum, she knew she would have liked eating it.

But even more than she loved eating her cunt, Sister Grace loved the feel of Sister Ursula’s soft, wet, loving tongue against her own hot cunt. She spread her legs out wide to give the blonde nun free access to every inch of her hat crotch.

Sister Grace was lying on her back, with Sister Ursula’s cunt pressing down wetly and hairily on her mouth, with the white cheeks of her ass curving up to fill her vision like twin moons rising over an odorous wet swamp. She couldn’t see what the others were up to, but their silence suggested that they were intently watching Grace and Ursula eating each other.

But Sister Grace found that she didn’t give a shit whether Msgr. Lafferty disapproved of what she was doing or not. Anything that tasted and smelled and looked and felt this good couldn’t possibly be bad. God had created her five senses, after all, and each and every one of them was rejoicing in the pleasure of eating Sister Ursula’s beautiful cunt and in turn having her own cunt eaten by Sister Ursula.

She wouldn’t have the nerve to tell the rector any of that in words, but she made her feelings clear by slightly exaggerating the moans and whimpers of pure delight that rose spontaneously to her lips as she pressed them against the wet, sticky lips of the blonde’s cunt. Sister Ursula’s murmurs of pleasure, against her own cunt matched hers, and she suspected that the same thoughts might be going through her head.

She transferred her hands from Sister Ursula’s gleaming white ass to her firm young tits, each of them a delicious and familiar handful. They were bigger than Sister Phrygia’s tits, though nowhere as big as her own, but what they might lack in size they made up for in the absolute perfection of their shape and the springy tautness of their texture. Sister Ursula’s sensitive nipples grew hard like two pencil erasers under the expert caresses of Sister Grace’s fingertips, and the blonde wriggled her torso to rub her tits more firmly against her hands.

Sister Ursula just loved squeezing and kneading Sister Grace’s rosy-white ass, but she knew how much Grace liked having her tits fondled, too, so she reluctantly withdrew one of her hands from the brunette’s smooth asscheeks and reached back to squeeze her nipples. Sister Grace sobbed with pleasure, arching her back like a bow to thrust her tit up into Sister Ursula’s hand.

Sister Ursula now discovered that Sister Grace’s asshole was full of Father Ryan’s cum, and she sucked on it eagerly to transfer the sticky jism to her mouth. Grace curled up her ass to present her asshole to the blonde’s mouth and let her suck to her heart’s content. Sister Ursula’s pretty chin pressed firmly and delightfully into her cunt-hole as she sucked at her ass.

Now that she had sucked every last drop of cum out of Ursula’s cunt, Sister Grace paid her back by turning her own tongue to the blonde’s asshole and licking it slowly and tantalizingly around the rim. Sister Ursula wriggled her ass with delight at the touch, and redoubled her fervor as she licked Grace’s ass.

But each nun was drawn back to the other’s cunt as if by a magnet of irresistible sexuality, and almost simultaneously their hot mouths connected with their even hotter cunts. Sister Grace moaned against the cunt on her mo

th as she felt Sister Ursula’s long and supple tongue squirming and circling deep inside her pussy like a snake, and she lashed and flailed her own tongue vigorously in Sister Ursula’s slithering fuckhole, Sister Grace’s frantic moans rose to muffled screams as Ursula pinched her big, swollen clit between her lips and pattered her tongue rapidly against its slick surface. She humped and writhed and bucked, rubbing her ass raw against the carpet in a transport of cunt-crazed ecstasy as Sister Ursula’s tongue opened the heavens and descended like a fluttering dove into her cunt.

Even as Sister Grace was coming, she had the presence of mind to duplicate Sister Ursula’s work with her own lips and tongue on the blonde’s smaller clit – smaller, but every bit as tight and hard and hot as her own. Sister Ursula matched her, groan for groan and whimper for whimper, as the two of them dissolved in climactic bliss.

“Drastic measures are obviously required,” Msgr. Lafferty said darkly, but his words hardly registered on Sister Grace’s ears, still ringing from the tight clamp of Sister Ursula’s thighs in the last violent spasms of her orgasmic frenzy.

Sister Grace was pushed and pulled this way and that as Sister Phrygia and the three priests disentangled the cunt-crazed young nuns. She felt limp as a rag doll, incapable of independent motion or coherent thought, as they pulled her out from under Sister Ursula’s lithe body.

She realized that the moment of truth had arrived. Half carrying her under her furry armpits, the two younger priests were leading her to Msgr. Lafferty, who lay back on the rug with his big cock sticking up like the upright beam of Christ’s cross on which they meant to crucify her cunt. It was one thing to watch with disinterested curiosity while the rector stuck that fantastic prick into Sister Phrygia, but it was quite another to realize that he meant to stick it into her, and she struggled feebly, begging for a little more time to prepare herself.

“Don’t worry, Sister,” the rector said, “all that cunt-eating must have gotten you as wet and open and ready as you’ll ever be.”

That might have been true, but the sight of his huge cock had the same drying and puckering effect on her cunt that the sight of a lemon would have had on her mouth. As if it had a mind of its own, and that mind was driven mad with fear, her cunt tried to crawl up inside her belly.

“No,” she whimpered, “please!”

Her pleas had no effect on them, except that Msgr. Lafferty’s cock got even stiffer, so stiff that it quivered slightly to his heartbeats with the sensitivity of a tightly stretched steel wire. Her fear seemed to turn him on even more, and a bead of cock-juice oozed from his bloated cock to twinkle like an ornament at the top of a Christmas tree. She would have loved to lick it off and suck his cock, and she told them so, but Msgr. Lafferty was determined to put his cock in her cunt this time.

Seeing, that her impalement on this monstrously over-sized prick was inevitable, no matter what she did or said, Sister Grace gulped for breath and made a determined effort to relax and compose herself as the two young priests brought her astride it and made her squat down.

Soon Sister Grace felt the burning-hot head of Msgr. Lafferty’s cock pressing tight against the lips of her cunt. She was unwilling to look, even though it felt even bigger when she couldn’t see it. From the sense of touch alone, it was, as if he was trying to push his fist into her cunt. She made it clear, though, that she wouldn’t run away, so the two other priests let her go and allowed her to take the rector’s prick up into her cunt at her own speed. She hesitated, unable to move, but Msgr. Lafferty made no effort to rush her.

She believed that the best way might be to squat down hard on the rector’s prick and take it all at once to get it over and done with, but she found she was simply not able to

find the courage for such a drastic attempt. Breathing deeply and evenly, she eased herself down as quickly as she dared, which was not very quickly at all. She resisted Msgr. Lafferty’s efforts to push his cock in deeper by straining his hips up.

Sister Grace was almost certain that she had taken most of the rector’s cock into her cunt by now, she felt so thoroughly filled and stuffed, but when she reached down to verify this impression with her fingers, she was appalled to find that she had thus far succeeded in accepting little more than his bloated cock-head into her tender young cunt. She bit her lower lip and resolved to try harder as the old priest grew impatient and tried to drag her hips down with his clawing hands.

She tried bouncing up and down on his cock, hoping to fuck him without taking its full length, but these motions only encouraged him to push his cock harder upward, and she felt more and more of it squeezing inside with each of her strokes. She felt as if she were about to be split wide open by the impossible intrusion of his cock.

Brushing aside her curly black cunt-hair with her fingertips to take a peek at the action, Sister Grace saw that her cunt-lips looked tight as the skin of a red balloon inflated to the point of bursting. Seeing Msgr. Lafferty’s cock sticking up between her thighs as it was, it looked almost as if she had a third leg, it was so big and thick. She shuddered and closed her eyes as she strained to squat down a little lower.

Sister Grace knew that her cunt was no longer dry and puckered, as it had been when she had first begun trying to admit the rector’s oversized cock into her cunt. The hot pressure of his big prick had turned her on, and she felt her pussy juices seething around the bloated pillar of cock-flesh that impaled her straining body. Her cunt had turned to jelly, but she found that even jelly can be compressed only so tightly, and Msgr. Lafferty’s prick wasn’t moving much faster than it had at the beginning. She really wanted to take every inch of his cock now, but that desire didn’t seem to help much.

But now that he was so close to his goal, with only three or four inches of his cock exposed beneath her widely distended cunt-lips, the old priest went wild with lust to have it all, to bathe his prick to the root in the tight, slithery simmer of Sister Grace’s inflaming cunt.

He gripped Sister Grace by the hips with his clawlike fingers and began pulling her down with all the strength in his wiry body. She squealed with terror and pleaded for a little more time, but the rector was, deaf to her entreaties as he grunted and grimaced and groaned, dragging her cunt down inch by slow inch to swallow the bulging root of his cock.

Weeping more from fear than pain, for she really believed that the Monsignor might seriously hurt her cunt with his colossal cock, Sister Grace was jolted out of her sobbing by the pressure of his big, hairy balls against her asshole.

She gazed down between her projecting tits to see that his white cock-hair and her black cunt-hair were mingled together in a salt and pepper tangle. Not one fraction of an inch of his cock was visible through the thicket of their mixed hair, not even when she brushed it aside with her fingers in an effort to find his cock. She gave an experimental wiggle and assured herself that she had every last bit of his prick inside her. Her fears evaporated, and she gave vent to something midway between a giggle of pleasure and a groan of lust.

It had been scary, but now she experienced the excruciatingly pleasant sensation of having every inch of her cunt stretched tight as a small rubber glove on a very large hand. She prayed that he wouldn’t stretch her out of shape for smaller cocks, or reduce the pleasure she took from them, because she would have been willing to bet that there were very few cocks in the world as large as Msgr. Lafferty’s.

She could have ju

st sat there forever and relished the exquisite sensation of fullness in her cunt, but the rector had no intention of letting her do that. Still gripping her hips, he raised her and lowered her on his upthrusting cock until she got the idea and began moving her cunt up and down of her own accord. She braced her palms on his bony chest for more leverage, and began to bounce her ass up and down on his thighs at a faster and faster pace.

Soon his enormous cock seemed to glow within her cunt, turning it to billowy clouds of fuck-lusting fire. She pumped her ass far more vigorously than before, slinging it from side to side to scratch every last inch in her tumultuous cunt with the hard flesh of his bulging cock.

She collapsed gasping on his chest, unable to move for a moment as the orgasm surged through her cunt. It seemed to escalate from the pressure of his chest against her tingling nipples, and she squeezed him harder to make the most of it. Meanwhile the rector continued to push his prick slowly and deliciously in and out of her cunt from below.

Lying on Msgr. Lafferty, with her ass sticking up under the eager eyes of the others, Sister Grace was pleased by the odor of balsam that suddenly seemed to fill the room. But then her pleasure turned to horror as one of the priests began trying to stick his cock up her asshole.

THE END OF CHAPTER THIRTEEN