HORNY NAUGHTY NUN 8

Just as it had been with the second boy, Sister Grace had no idea who was fucking her, and she didn’t really care. Somehow it made it seem more sinful, not to care, so she looked back over her shoulder.

She still didn’t know him. He was not in any of her classes, and she was no basketball fan. The puzzled look on her pretty face seemed to embarrass him, so she turned and faced the wall again, and she gave his cock an extra-hard squeeze with her cunt to let him know how much he was pleasing her.

As he began to stroke in and out of her cunt at a slow and steady rate, she realized that she would know his cock, at least, if he ever fucked her again. It was almost as big as Father John Fly

n’s prick, and she had come to the conclusion that she liked cocks just as big as she could possibly get him.

But what made this particular cock especially distinctive was a wicked curve in the shaft that rubbed her cunt in a way that no cock had ever quite rubbed it before, and to touch sensitive spots in her slimy cunt-hole that had never been touched.

She spread her feet a little wider on the wet tiles and pushed her ass back and up to make sure she was taking every inch of this unusual prick. At least it seemed unusual, based on her very limited experience. She was bound to get a lot more knowledge of the subject before the afternoon was over, since there were at least a dozen boys in the shower. She guessed that each of them would want to fuck her and Sister Ursula at least once apiece. She tried to turn her mind away from this scary prospect and enjoy the moment.

That wasn’t hard to do, now that the boy had begun to speed up his fucking and had started playing with her sensitive tits. The odd shape of his cock made it seem like it was going into her cunt like a corkscrew, and the curious sensation began to set off little tingles and squirmings in her cunt that told her it was building up to another climax.

“Fuck!” Sister Grace surprised herself by yelling. She had been trying to maintain what dignity she could in this impossible situation, to show a certain cool detachment – to be in the world but not of it. But that sincere cry was torn from her soul, and as her excitement boiled over, completely out of control, she kept babbling, “Fuck me! Fuck me!”

“Yeah,” she heard Sister Ursula groaning loudly, endorsing her sentiments. “Yeah!”

She heard the boys snickering and making more rude remarks at her expense, but she didn’t care, not as long as the one who was fucking her with his big, curved cock kept ramming it in and out of her hungry cunt-hole; not as long as the rest of them fucked her, whatever they might think of her, again and again until her burning lust for cock was satisfied.

She rattled her ass back against his belly to meet his strokes, making them seem even deeper and faster. She gave her newly discovered cunt muscles a workout, too, sliding and rubbing them against his cock in a way that tantalized and further aroused her cunt as much as it did his prick.

At last she felt herself being swept away even further than she had been the first time, until it seemed that she had neither body nor mind, and that she was nothing more than a slippery friction of cunt against cock. It suddenly got even more slippery as the hard cock in her cunt began hosing her full of juicy cum.

Sister Grace wound up on the tiled floor without quite knowing how she’d gotten there. The shower beat down hot and hard on her face, and someone had the sense to turn it off before she could drown in her dazed and helpless state of orgasmic ecstasy.

“Are you all right, Sister?” a boy asked, kneeling by her side. His words didn’t register, nor did his identity, the only thing she was fully aware of was the fact that his cock stuck out stiff and hard and red.

“Gimme cock,” she moaned, grabbing it and peeling it. “Stick it in my cunt and fuck me!”

“Yes, Sister,” the boy said, lying between her wide-flung knees and guiding his steely-hard prick into her sopping pussy.

Her cunt was so full of cum now that his cock seemed to drop into it like a stone into a well. She could hardly feel it as he began to fuck her, the tube of her cunt was so thoroughly greased with jism. But as she regained her senses fully, she brought the muscles of her cunt back into play once more, and made an effort to squeeze him.

He gasped with pleasure as he felt a sudden new friction added to his strokes, and she groaned in return as the delicious sensations stirred up the fire once more in her jellified cunt. Trying to hold his cock as it slipped in and out was like trying to clim

b a greased pole, except that it was infinitely more fun. She couldn’t even slow down the rate of his fucking with her squeezes, but they made the wet slide a little tighter and filled her with delicious tingles of reviving fuck-lust.

She realized now that the current occupant of her cunt was Martin O’Brien, one of her better students and – she had always thought secretly to herself – a real hunk. His sky-blue eyes and soft blond hair were those of Raphael’s angels, but Michelangelo couldn’t have improved much on his body; as a matter of fact, Michelangelo would probably have sculpted him with a dinky prick, and Martin was filling her to bursting with a virile young cock that was even bigger than the last one.

Now that she was lying on her back, her big tits stuck up firm and shapely beneath his eyes, and he just couldn’t resist getting his mouth on them. She screamed with such complete and unashamed pleasure at the touch of his lips and tongue on her nipple that he stopped licking and looked up at her with concern, as if afraid that he’d done something terribly wrong to his English teacher. She grabbed him by his lovely blond hair and pulled him right back to work on her hot tit, babbling apologies for screaming and encouragements for him to keep going.

She raised her long, lithe legs to wrap them around Martin’s writhing back and raised her hot cunt to meet his thrusts. His balls did a merry dance on her tingling asshole as he steadily picked up speed with the smooth surging power of an express-train leaving a station.

The other boys who’d fucked her had been young and strong and athletic, but Martin was a real athlete, and the difference was devastating, fucking him was like dancing with a professional dancer whose slightest movement was totally controlled and rhythmic. Her ass slapped wetly against the floor as she struggled to meet his strokes and match his skill, but she had the nagging suspicion that she wouldn’t be able to do justice to his incredible talent for fucking until she’d had a lot more experience herself.

He wasn’t complaining. On the contrary, he was moaning around her tit as if he was having the time of his life, and the hot work his tongue was doing on her tit was proof enough that he was enjoying it. Sister Grace relaxed, regaining some of her confidence, and she too, began to moan and whimper as she reveled in the hot, fast stroking of his big cock in her cunt.

She wanted to give him something special, tough, to show him how much she appreciated his talent, and then she recalled what she’d done for Father Tom. She took her wet thumb and slipped it up her asshole. So much cum had trickled down over her ass from her overflowing cunt that her thumb went sliding in like a hot knife through butter, and soon it was snug inside her hot fuck tube.

Just as she had been able to rub Father Tom’s cock by sticking her thumb in her cunt when he’d been fucking her ass, so she was able to use her thumb in her asshole to rub Martin’s cock in her cunt. She suspected from his gasp of shock and delight that he’d never even imagined such a thing, but as he felt her rubbing the soft membrane against the underside of his cock with her thumb, he groaned and shuddered with undiluted pleasure.

He tried to give the luscious young nun something special, too. He complicated his in-and-out thrusts by twisting and grinding his ass between her legs in erratic circles, stirring her cunt as one might stir a pot of soup with a long handled spoon. Every last inch of her slithery cunt was touched and rubbed and prodded by these varied and unpredictable strokes of his cock, and Sister Grace howled with pure ecstasy as the gates of heaven swung back and forth inside her cunt with a thudding that was like the heartbeat of the universe.

Still he didn’t stop fucking her, and she didn’t stop coming. Just when she thought her orgasmic activity was about to level off, he thrust his coc

k into her again and pumped it up to a new and unexplored plateau. Her cunt seemed to explode in glittering fragments when at last he clutched her ass in both hands and blasted a load of hot cum into her cunt that seemed to double the reserve already there. As he continued to fuck her at an even faster rate, grunting and spurting cum, she felt his hot jism splashing out onto her thighs and almost as copiously as the shower had splashed on them.

“Try to be a little more quiet, Sister,” cautioned a voice that was strangely deeper and more assured than those of the others.

Opening her eyes, she realized that Martin had left her and that she was about to be fucked by Mr. Shaw, the basketball coach. His bald head, gorilla-furred chest and slight paunch contrasted sharply with the trim, smooth bodies of the boys she had been fucking, but his cock was every bit as hard as any of theirs, and therefore every bit as desirable to her in her cock-hungry delirium. She kissed him eagerly and opened her cunt to the deep thrust of his cock.

“Take off your whistle,” she murmured, stroking his smooth head.

His whistle had been digging painfully between her tits, but now he twisted it around to lie on his back, and she sighed with pleasure as he gathered her tightly in his arms and she felt her nipples prickled by his copious mat of fur. Her cunt was prickled even more deeply by his cock as it slid into the greasy and well traveled groove. Soon his balls were squeezing fight against her asshole, his cock-hair was woven indistinguishably into her cunt-hair, the head of his cock was buried deep inside her taut young belly, and he was trying to eat her tonsils with his tongue. She had never once, she was sure, thought of Mr. Shaw as a sex-object, but he certainly tilled the bill now, filled it just as fully as he was filling her red-hot cunt.

She winced when he began fucking her, and he guessed correctly, before she could mention it, that her back was sore from the pounding on the tiles that Martin O’Brien’s strenuous style of fucking had given it. She sighed with profound relief when the heavy basketball coach rolled over to let her be on top.

She heaved an even more profound and heartfelt sigh when she felt how much deeper his cock seemed to go in this position. She wriggled her ass around and sank down even more to impale her cunt on his prick. He cupped her ass in his hands to guide her up and down as she did all the work.

Able to survey the shower room now, she saw that it seemed even fuller of young men. There were eight of them lined up behind Mr. Shaw, each with a hard cock and just itching to get at her cunt, and at least as many waited for Sister Ursula, who was still taking on the boys two at a time. Her lovely blonde hair looked like a drowned rat’s, her body was sweaty and lobster-red with her exertions in the steamy room, but she was sucking and fucking with just as much eager energy as ever. Sister Grace supposed that she herself looked no better, but the boys’ hard cocks made it obvious that the two pretty nuns were still just as desirable as they could be.

Her view of Sister Ursula’s activities was blocked abruptly by a boy who stood in front of her, standing astride Mr. Shaw’s supine body with his cock presented to her mouth. She knew what he wanted, and she didn’t bother to check his identity before slurping his hot cock right in between her pretty lips. She grabbed his hard young ass to pull him a little closer, and the leverage she got from this grip enabled her to bounce her cunt up and down a lot faster on the coach’s upright cock.

The coach was still holding her ass to help guide her as she fucked him, so her bouncing tits were fully available to the boy she was blowing, and he took advantage of the opportunity to give them a thorough, lascivious feel. They were already a little sore from being groped by so many eager young hands, but the soreness vanished like a

candle in a hurricane as his nipple-pinching fingers drove her excitement up to a feverish pitch. She moaned rhythmically against the cock in her mouth as she pumped it with her lips to the same beat that her cunt was pumping the coach’s cock.

The cock she was sucking tasted oddly familiar. Rolling her eyes up, she saw that it belonged to Vito Squilace, whom she had seen fucking Sister Ursula, and that what she tasted on his cock must be her cunt-juice. It was a delicious combination, the spice of the sexy nun’s cunt overlying the basic taste of cock, and she licked off every bit of this savory coating and swallowed it down as she sucked his cock.

She expected that Mr. Shaw would have more control over his prick than the horny young men, but, it seemed like she had hardly been fucking him very long at all when his cock blasted upward into her cunt like a geyser, seeming to replace in one shot all of the cum from her previous fucking that had leaked out onto the coach’s hairy balls. The hard spurting and spattering of his cock was just the touch she needed to spin her off the edge of the world again, and she felt as if her bones had turned to neon lights in the grip of the biggest orgasm yet.

She was so excited that she forgot to swallow Vito’s cum at first when it came shooting into her mouth, and she bitterly regretted all the hot jism that dribbled from her slack lips of onto her hot nipples, but soon she forced her mind back to the task of sucking and managed to swallow a real mouthful of the sticky cream.

The cocks came hotter and faster after that, as boys so long frustrated that they had been on the verge of pounding off their cocks, took turns fucking her mouth and her cunt. She writhed all over the tiled floor, seldom out of the grip of at least one pair of strong young hands, seldom without a cock in her mouth, a cock in her cunt, and at least one cock in her hand. Her tits and her ass and her thighs were squeezed and stroked and fondled until – as she didn’t discover until next morning – they were black and blue, but she couldn’t get enough cock or drink enough cum, and she kept crawling back for more, even after horny Sister Ursula had thrown in the towel and begged the boys to give all their attention to Sister Grace.

THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT