Brad Morgan - Horny naughty nun

"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 climb 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 cock 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.