HORNY NAUGHTY NUN 2

Sister Grace spent the next few days in a spiritual turmoil. No matter what glib reasons Father Tom advanced, she knew deep down in her heart that fucking him was wrong. But on an even deeper level, deep down in her cunt, she knew that she loved it.

Father Tom had told her to come to the rectory at any hour of the day or night for “special counseling” if she felt the sinful urges that had led to her sin with Rocco and Sister Ursula. She felt those sinful urges even more now, but most of them were directed at Father Tom, and she didn’t dare go see him.

A day or so after he had fucked her, Mother Aloysius called her into her office. Father Tom had told the Mother Superior that he was assisting Sister Grace with a thorny spiritual problem, and he asked that she be permitted to come to him whenever she needed his help. Mother Aloysius had looked suspicious, and it was obvious she wanted to know all about it, but she had given Grace permission to visit the rectory at any hour without asking any embarrassing questions.

After fucking Father Tom, Sister Grace had been plunged from the height of ecstasy to the depths of despair. As she had wept bitter tears, he had tried to comfort her.

Taking her left hand and indicating the ring on her finger, he had said, “You are a bride of Christ, are you not, Sister?”

“Yes, Father. That’s what makes it so.”

“And who is it, Sister,” he had interrupted, “who takes the place of Christ in your life? Who is His stand-in at the celebration of the Mass?”

“A priest – you, Father Tom.”

“Exactly! And in this instance, I have only taken His place as your bridegroom. I am only doing the Lord’s work for Him, Sister, and you should count yourself privileged.”

“I-I’ll try, Father.”

His words had comforted her at the time, but now she knew that she had sinned with him. There was no one she could talk to – certainly not Mother Aloysius, fat and ugly and stern, who punished the nuns savagely for the slightest suspicion that they were entertaining impure thoughts.

And Sister Ursula, her dearest friend… how could she even look Sister Ursula in the eye, now that she’d betrayed their secret to the priest? She had avoided her ever since. And Sister Ursula hadn’t dared sneak into her cell this week, because Sister Mary Phrygia, the night proctor, had been more than usually diligent in making bed-checks the past few days, popping in and out of the cells at all odd hours.

Last night she’d even gotten down on her knees to check under Grace’s bed with a flashlight at three in the morning.

Even as she was thinking about Sister Phrygia, the door opened. Sister Grace closed her eyes and pretended to sleep. But the footsteps on the stone floor was soft as a whisper, and the door was reclosed quietly. Grace dared to open one eye.

“Sister Ursula!” she cried when she saw the long blonde hair in the moonlight, flowing like a river over the shoulders of her white nightdress.

“Shh! Don’t worry.” Ursula peeled off her nightgown and slipped naked into Sister Grace’s bed. “Sister Phrygia is snoring at her desk.”

Ursula began rolling Grace’s chaste nightgown up over her hips, eager to get at her curt and her big tits after so many days of frustration. Sister Grace wanted to confess that she’d betrayed her, but she was so excited by the nearness of the blonde nun’s naked body, she wanted Ursula to eat her cunt so badly, that she didn’t dare speak. She was afraid that her friend might get mad at her and leave.

“Oh, I just love your tits!” Sister Ursula moaned, slipping one of Sister Grace’s big nipples into her mouth as soon as her tits were bared.

Sister Grace sighed and pulled her nightgown all the way off. Her busy hands fondled Ursula’s bare tits, not as big as her own, but firm and young and perfectly shaped. She squeezed the other nun’s nipples the way she knew she loved best, and Ursula groaned with pleasure around her mouthful of tit as the two naked nuns writhed and squirmed lustfully on the narrow bed.

Sister Grace’s hand soon found its way down to the woolly-soft curls of Sister Ursula’s cunthair, already damp with little beads of cunt-juice that had seeped out. Her cunt-lips were slick with juice, too, and it just bubbled over onto her fingers when she probed the crease between Sister Ursula’s cunt-lips and slipped her finger into her scalding hot cunt-hole.

Sister Ursula wriggled up to kiss Grace on the mouth and let her reach her hot cunt more easily. Their tongues tangled lecherously together as Grace slipped her finger deeper and stroked the hot pudding of Ursula’s cunt. Sister Ursula had never been fucked, but a girlfriend she’d had in high school had busted her cherry with her tongue, so that her cunt was as open and receptive as Sister Grace’s.

Alarm bells suddenly went off in Grace’s head. The instant she touched her cunt, Ursula would know that she was no longer a virgin! And Ursula’s hand was on her thigh now, moving inexorably toward her hot pussy.

“What’s wrong?” the other nun whispered when Sister Grace twisted away from her questing fingers.

“My cunt is sore,” Sister Grace said, and that was partly true, although the soreness of Father Tom’s fucking had almost gone a

way. “I… when you didn’t come to me, I was fingerfucking myself…”

“I’ll kiss it and make it better,” Sister Ursula said in a hoarse voice as she wriggled down until her head was at the level of Sister Grace’s hips. She grabbed her ass and rolled her forcibly onto her back, although Sister Grace was so eager for the other’s tongue that not much force was needed. She spread her legs wide the minute Sister Ursula tried to push them open, baring her hairy, steaming cunt to the other’s greedy mouth.

The first touch of her tongue felt so good that Sister Grace was unable to contain a cry that was far too loud, and Sister Ursula pinched her ass hard to remind her of the danger they were in. Sister Grace made an effort to control herself as the other nun licked her way around her juice seeping cunt.

An itchy little scab had formed on the membrane ruptured by the thrust of Father Ryan’s cock. She had tried not to scratch it, but it had been a pure torment, and now Sister Ursula’s tongue found it and licked it, relieving the itch.

She gasped with pleasure as the other nun’s tongue went deeper, rolling around in the slimy bath of her cunt-hole.

“You weren’t kidding, you finger-fucked yourself, Sister,” Ursula giggled, but that was all she had to say about the fact that Grace was no longer a virgin. Now that she had full access for her tongue to go to the depths of the other’s cunt-hole, she had no intention of wasting time on speech.

Sister Grace bit back her cries of pleasure, but she couldn’t keep herself from whimpering softly as the other nun’s tongue explored the humid interior of her cunt, touching nerves and probing areas of excitement that only the priest’s cock had touched before. Grace spread her legs painfully wide, as if trying to turn her cunt inside out and let the sexy blonde sister have it all for her greedy lips and tongue.

Sister Ursula was obviously having so much fun sucking and licking her hot cunt that Sister Grace felt a little envious, and she pulled and tugged at the other young nun’s smooth shoulders in an effort to convey what she wanted without speaking. She succeeded, and Sister Ursula wriggled around until her curvy ass, gleaming white in the moonlight falling through Sister Grace’s little window, was poised right over the other’s face.

Sister Grace had only to extend her tongue to have it touch the hot, wet flesh of Ursula’s cunt. She used only the lightest of touches, dancing her tongue up and down the other’s slick cunt-lips like a butterfly, but it made Sister Ursula give a muffled groan against her own cunt and it provoked, a fresh seepage of sticky cunt-juice that soon smeared her chin and trickled over her throat.

But her teasing approach frustrated her as much as it did Ursula. She hungered to get her tongue in there and really do some cunt-eating. She gripped the other nun’s smooth ass and pulled it down, pressing her hairy, wet cunt tight against her thirsty mouth. Sister Ursula wriggled and moaned with pleasure, redoubling her own efforts on Grace’s cunt to pay her back for the thrill.

As Sister Grace’s tongue probed the depths of Sister Ursula’s cunt, scooping out hot cuntjuice and swallowing it down, she found her nose pressing into the other’s asshole. Remembering how good it had felt when Father Ryan had tickled her own asshole while they were fucking, she transferred her tongue to Sister Ursula’s puckered ass bud and slipped her tongue into the other nun’s asshole.

Sister Ursula squeaked with surprise, but she didn’t resist the unprecedented intrusion. After a moment of tension she relaxed, spreading her legs wide to let Sister Grace’s tongue slip deeper into her hot, tight ass. She squirmed her hot cunt against the other nun’s chin, giving herself a double thrill.

Having wet the other’s asshole thoroughly with her spit, Sister Grace moistened her finger in the simmering cauldron of Ursula’s cunt and slipped i

t up her ass. This time, Ursula muttered a mild protest, but Sister Grace was sure it would feel good to her, so she kept going despite Ursula’s reaction. It took a little longer for the blonde nun to get used to this, but when she did, she heaved a deep sigh and reined her asshole fully to let Sister Grace fingerfuck it.

Sister Grace hoped that Ursula would do the same for her, and she wasn’t disappointed. She curled up her ass invitingly, presenting her tingling asshole, and Sister Ursula slipped a cunt slimed finger deep inside it while she continued to eat the hot brunette nun’s cunt. She gave Grace an extra thrill by reaching down to feel her big-nippled tits, again, and they were so hot and tingling that Ursula’s squeezes felt almost as good as the work she was doing on her cunt and her asshole.

Sister Grace was wildly excited, she was enjoying this bout of cunt-licking and asshole fingering enormously, but something was missing. She still hadn’t come yet despite Sister Ursula’s best cunt-licking efforts and her own cunt lusting frustration, and she seemed no closer to an orgasm now.

She hoped Father Tom’s cock hadn’t spoiled her for these pleasures with Sister Ursula, but she feared that was the case now that she had been fucked, she needed a big cock in her cunt to renew the pleasure that the first time had given her. She squirmed and wriggled, rubbing her cunt against Sister Ursula’s face in an effort to churn it up and get it hotter.

She was shocked when a new thrill unfolded in her hot cunt. At first her dazed mind couldn’t quite cope with it it seemed almost as if Sister Ursula’s tongue had turned into a cock.

But even as she entertained this absurd idea, the truth struck her. Sister Ursula had slipped her thumb into her curt. Sister Ursula’s thumb was nowhere near as big as Father Tom Ryan’s cock, but it was big enough to give Sister Grace the extra little thrill she had been looking for. As soon as her thumb was deep inside her cunt, Sister Ursula rubbed its ball against the tip of the forefinger stuck in Sister Grace’s asshole, massaging the slimy wall that separated cunt and asshole between the two fingers, and giving it a thrill that no even a cock could give.

It was so good that Sister Grace screamed with pleasure, but her cry was muffled by the hairy blonde cunt pressed tight against her mouth. It got even better when Sister Ursula concentrated all of her tongue-action on Sister Grace’s cunt-button, the ultimate trigger of her sexuality, sucking it between her lips so she could give it a real flogging with her wet tongue.

Bucking and squirming, whimpering and gasping, but still licking the other’s cunt and finger-fucking her hot asshole, Sister Grace felt herself being born up on angels’ wings and through the gold gates of paradise. But even as she came, the door of her cell was flung open and she heard a strangled cry of horror.

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO