HORNY NAUGHTY NUN 3

“You wicked sisters!” Sister Phrygia hissed as the two naked nuns hastily disengaged from each other, blushing furiously in the glare of the lamp that the night proctor had snapped on. “Shame on you!”

Stem and lean and tall, Sister Mary Phrygia had the posture of a drill instructor and perhaps even the mentality of one. She was feared almost as much as Mother Aloysius by the younger nuns.

Nothing escaped her stone-cold blue eyes behind their glittering, rimless spectacles, and she seemed to have a preternatural instinct for uncovering sins of the flesh. She had ferreted out a picture of Sylvester Stallone that Sister Mercita had cleverly concealed – or so she had thought – in a pocket she had slit in her mattress. More seriously, she had caught Sister Theresa in the very act of playing with her cunt one night. The one time she had caught Sister Grace – for smuggling food into her cell – she had acted as if that sin were every bit as grave as the others.

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n all such instances, the offenders had been turned in promptly to Mother Aloysius for punishment. As she cringed on the bed and stared at Sister Phrygia, she could almost feel the Mother Superior’s broad leather belt cracking down on her naked ass once more.

“Please, Sister, please!” Grace sobbed, clutching her nightgown in a wad to hide her tits and her cunt from the older woman’s piercing gaze. “Don’t tell Mother.”

“Silence!” Sister Phrygia hissed, her frightening spectacles flashing from Grace to Ursula and back again. Grace had never before seen a hint of color in the nun’s pale face; the fact that it was now red seemed a very bad sign.

Sister Ursula, clutching the sheet against her nakedness, was shaking so badly that she could not speak at all. The tall nun strode to the bed, whipped the sheet away from her and jerked her legs apart. Her hand dove between Ursula’s thighs to her cunt so quickly that Ursula screamed with shock, and Sister Phrygia slapped her hard across the face.

“I told you to be silent!” she whispered.

The hand that had touched Sister Ursula’s cunt was wet and glistening. She sniffed it, then made a face. “Oh, you foul creature! The Devil will dance with you in the deepest pit of hell for your unnatural sin. Get down on your knees before Our Lord and beg his forgiveness, Sister.”

Sister Phrygia jerked Ursula from the bed and all but flung her toward the crucifix hanging on Sister Grace’s wall. Sister Ursula tried to take the bed sheet with her, but Phrygia tore it away and made her kneel naked on the stone floor. Then she turned on Grace and tore the concealing nightgown away. She surveyed her nakedness from top to toe, slowly, contemptuously, and Sister Grace felt that she would die of shame.

Then Sister Phrygia grabbed Sister Grace’s hand and sniffed at it. Her lip curled with distaste as she demanded, “Where did you stick this finger, Sister? Well?”

“I-I…” Grace found that she couldn’t speak as Sister Phrygia squeezed the very finger she had been sticking up Sister Ursula’s asshole.

“You don’t need to tell me, you filthy creature. I can smell it well enough. Get down beside your companion in degeneracy and pray for the salvation of your warped soul, you animal!”

She grabbed Grace and flung her down beside Ursula, who was sobbing bitterly as she prayed, the tears trickling down to her quivering lips. Sister Grace yearned to comfort her friend with a touch or a ward, but she knew that Sister Phrygia would never stand for that.

As the younger girls sobbed and prayed, the older nun strode back and forth behind them, rattling her rosary ominously and muttering to herself under her breath. She seemed to be in a fearful rage. The only shred of hope that Sister Grace could cling to was that Sister Phrygia had done nothing, thus far, to draw attention to her discovery. She had spoken in a whisper, and she had kept, the other two from crying out.

Grace stole a glance over her shoulder at the angry woman pacing the floor behind her. She had never noticed it before, but Sister Phrygia’s stern, angular face was almost beautiful, especially now that she had put her glasses aside. Her green eyes were tilted like a cat’s over high, prominent cheekbones, and she had a cleft in her chin that might have been called charming in another woman. Her white skin had a pearly translucence. She had been distracted from noticing these things by Sister Phrygia’s thin lips, her austere eyeglasses, her martial bearing, and most of all, by her nasty disposition.

Sister Phrygia now knelt between the two naked young nuns. She clasped her hands and bowed her head as if in prayer while Ursula and Grace recited fervent Hail Marys.

But instead of joining them, she said, “That’s enough! Be quiet. Will you forgive me, Sisters?”

“Forgive you?” Grace asked, baffled.

“Anger is one of the Seven Deadly Sins, Sister, and so is… Envy. I

gave way to both when I saw you in each other’s arms.”

Sister Grace was shocked to feel Sister Phrygia’s cool, dry hand caressing her ass, but she didn’t dare pull away. She saw that her other hand was caressing Sister Ursula’s deliciously rounded, pink and white ass, too.

“Then you won’t tell Mother Aloysius?” Sister Ursula asked, wriggling closer to the older nun.

“Not if you… if you…” Sister Phrygia’s voice had become a cracked whisper, and she seemed unable to complete her thought, but Sister Ursula finished it for her. “If we let you join us?”

“Yes.” Sister Phrygia gave an alarming giggle and squeezed both of their asses almost painfully tight.

Realizing that it was her only hope to escape a beating from Mother Aloysius, Grace gave her answer by hugging Sister Phrygia and kissing her on her cool, dry lips. The older woman responded avidly, slipping her tongue deep into Grace’s mouth and wriggling it against hers.

Just as eager as Grace to avoid a whipping, Sister Ursula began undressing the night proctor while Sister Grace kissed her. She soon revealed a shiny helmet of coppery hair that complemented Phrygia’s green eyes deliciously and made her look suddenly younger and more feminine. When Ursula removed her bra, she revealed surprisingly large and shapely tits with stiff nipples. Sister Grace sucked on one of them while Sister Ursula took the other in her mouth, and Sister Phrygia lay back on the floor with a groan of satisfaction as the two younger nuns sucked her tits and pulled off the rest of her clothing.

Sister Grace wriggled her way down to Sister Phrygia’s red-haired cunt, already leaking glistening cunt-juice. In contrast to her mouth, the lips of her cunt were plump and rosy, reminding Sister Grace of a fat little doughnut – a doughnut with a gooey center, Grace found when she got her tongue inside the lips.

Although Sister Phrygia must have been between thirty-five and forty years old – Sister Grace’s estimate would have been ten years higher, before they stripped her habit – her cunthole was so tight that she had trouble squeezing her tongue all the way in. She had managed to remain a genuine virgin for a lot longer than Grace or Ursula had, and Sister Grace felt a pang of remorse for her own weakness. But that didn’t stop her from enjoying her weakness as she squeezed her tongue all the way in and sampled the sticky syrup of Sister Phrygia’s virginal pussy.

The red-haired nun’s lean thighs writhed more eagerly as Sister Ursula sat an her face. Looking through the bush of her cunt and between the twin peaks of her surprisingly firm tits, Grace could see no more of her, face than the bottom of her chin pressed tightly into Sister Ursula’s cunt hair as the younger nun knelt over her head. From the sinuous writhing of Sister Phrygia’s white throat, Grace knew that she was drinking hot cunt-juice and relishing every drop.

Grace’s lustful eyes slithered up Sister Ursula’s nude body, glowing with a fine sheen of sweat, lingering on her rosy nippled tits as they jiggled in time to the slow and sensuous rubbing of her cunt against Sister Phrygia’s mouth. When she at last looked up to meet the blonde nuns’ wide blue eyes, Sister Ursula winked at her, and both of them were hard put not to giggle as they ate and were eaten by the stem disciplinarian who had formerly been the terror of their lives.

Sister Grace winked back and spread her legs invitingly, opening her black-muffed cunt wide to Sister Ursula’s eager gaze. Ursula wet her lips with her pretty pink tongue as she saw the wet cunt displayed so invitingly before her, and in the next instant she had leaned over to duck her head between Grace’s widespread thighs.

The circuit was now closed, with Sister Ursula eating Sister Grace, Sister Grace eating Sister Phrygia, and Sister Phrygia eating Sister Ursula, and just as if it were an electrical circuit, it seemed that a surge of fre

h lust flowed among them through this three-way connection. Whatever Grace did to Phrygia’s hot cunt inspired the older nun to eat Ursula more eagerly, and her eagerness was translated to Grace’s cunt by way of Ursula’s mouth.

With Sister Phrygia’s asshole staring her right in the eyes, Sister Grace vividly remembered the older nun’s shock and horror when she’d sniffed the finger she had been using on Sister Ursula’s ass-chute. She suspected now that Phrygia’s reaction had been faked, or perhaps her shock and horror had been a genuine reaction to her own secret desires.

Sister Grace moistened the very same finger in the trickling liqueur of the redhead’s cunt and slipped it into her prim, pink asshole. Sister Phrygia stiffened with shock, and her ass clamped down hard on the intruding finger as she tried to resist it, but Sister Grace was determined. Sister Ursula had liked this, and she herself knew how good it could feel, and she was determined to give the older nun the same thrill whether she thought she wanted it or not.

While she squeezed her finger up her ass, she redoubled the efforts of her mouth on her cunt, and Sister Phrygia was obviously torn between an urge to wriggle away and a burning desire to keep her cunt in contact with Sister Grace’s eager mouth. Her lust won out; she pressed her hot cunt even harder against Grace’s lips and simultaneously relaxed her asshole, permitting the younger nun to stick her finger all the way to the hand into the tight, dry tube.

Much as Sister Grace loved playing with the red-haired nun’s cunt and asshole, she loved even more the work that the hot blonde nun was doing on her own wet cunt. Sister Phrygia’s cunt-eating seemed to have inspired Sister Ursula to outdo all her previous efforts, and she was slurping and guzzling like mad at Sister Grace’s sizzling cunt, sucking her cunt-lips deep into her mouth so she could stick her tongue into Sister Grace’s pussy hole farther than seemed possible. The stabbing of her hot tongue seemed every bit as thrilling as Father Tom’s cock had been, and Grace humped her hips wildly to rub her cunt even harder against the other nun’s pretty face and get that hot tongue even deeper into her itching pussy hole.

Now that Sister Phrygia had gotten used to the feel of Sister Grace’s finger slipping and sliding in her asshole, she obviously began to love it. She spread her legs wider and pushed her ass back against Grace’s probing finger. Her virginal cunt was too tempting a target to resist when she spread herself out like this, so Grace took a leaf from Sister Ursula’s dirty book and pushed her thumb into the redhead’s oozing cunt.

“Sister! Stop, oh, please stop, I’m a…”

Sister Grace guessed that Sister Phrygia was going to tell her that she was a virgin, but she didn’t get a chance; Sister Ursula was so hot that she couldn’t bear to have the older nun’s mouth away from her cunt for a moment, and she locked her head in her strong young thighs and pulled her face back into her cunt again before Phrygia could finish her protest.

But Sister Grace doubted that her thumb would change Sister Phrygia’s virginal status. Virgin or not, Phrygia had obviously had a finger in her cunt before, and although Sister Grace’s thumb might stretch it a little more, she was sure that was all it would do.

She told Sister to relax and let it happen. The redhead tried to squirm away, and she said something that was muffled by Sister Ursula’s cunt, but Sister Grace persisted, hooking her finger in the older nun’s asshole to make sure, she didn’t get away.

Realizing how determined Sister Grace was, and that she couldn’t escape, Sister Phrygia did her best to relax. Sister Grace’s thumb slid into her cunt slowly, but it slid in, and her hot cuntjuice seeping around it eased its slide. Soon it was buried in her cunt just as deeply as her finger was buried in her asshole, and Grace was able to try some of the

ame tricks that Sister Ursula had used on her own cunt and ass. She wiggled the thumb and finger in lecherous circles, rubbed them together, pumped them at varying rhythms. Sister Phrygia’s last reservations were demolished by this assault, and she moaned against Sister Ursula’s cunt as she wriggled and writhed and enjoyed Sister Grace’s finger-fucking to the fullest.

Grace had been neglecting her tongue-work, but now she went back to work on Phrygia’s stiff little clit with vengeance, fluttering her tongue against it furiously. The muscles of the redhead’s thighs and belly jerked and spasmed as she came, and Grace felt the flaming angel wings beating in her own cunt again as Sister Ursula made her come, too.

THE END OF CHAPTER THREE