Brad Morgan - Horny naughty nun

But stopping was the last thing on her mind now, with the priest's cock bursting in and out of her tight, clinging cunt at a speed that rattled her teeth and jangled her bones. She wanted to go even faster, and she bounced her ass up from the floor of the rectory study to bang her hipbones against his and syncopate the fucking.

Father Tom's crucifix no longer dug into her tits. It was pressed against her flat belly as he concentrated on her tits with manic dedication. Both Rocco and Sister Ursula had sucked on her tits – the only ones who'd ever done it but nobody had done it like Father Tom. He worshipped them with his lips and tongue, and he revealed them to be the triggers of explosive nerves in her hot young cunt that kept going off like strings of firecrackers. Her own fingers and the mouths of Rocco and Sister Ursula had taught her what it was to come, but that had been a grammar-school lesson. Father Tom's cock was giving her a post-graduate course in orgasms it was almost scary to Sister Grace, the way one climax led up to another, until it seemed she would be transubstantiated by the priest's big cock.

The horny young nun's tits and cunt were inflamed beyond her wildest dreams of religious ecstasy, but now the priest revealed a new mystery by tickling her asshole. She spread her legs wide, releasing his back, so he could play with that puckered rosebud of unexpected sensation as much as he wanted to. She wondered if he could fit his finger in her asshole, or even his cock, but he seemed content to tickle it with just the tip of his finger. She writhed and squirmed like a hooked fish under the combined assaults on her cunt, her asshole and her tits.

"Hail Mary!" she screamed in an effort to find vent for the surgings and burnings in her cunt, and it never occurred to her that this might be blasphemy. But the Lord was with her and He had never been before, and the fruit of her womb was a huge prick. Surely, too, this was the hour of her death, when the God who was coming to life within her cunt would blow her away like the flame of an altar candle.

How had she survived all these years without a cock in her cunt? Sister Grace was twenty-two years old. She had turned down innumerable offers from horny young men who had wanted to plug her hole, and she intensely regretted every single one she had turned down now. But it made no difference, because Father Tom Ryan was plugging her cunt-hole, and doing it as she knew it was meant to be done. It was as if she had lived all these years without knowing what water was for, and now, after an intolerable thirst, she was getting a drink.

She lay beneath Father Tom like a discarded dishrag, arms and legs spread wide, simply accepting the slipping and sliding miracle of his plunging cock. But when he propped himself up on his arms to look down and see his cock pushing and pulling in her cunt, she couldn't resist peering down between her tits to see it, too.

She wished she hadn't looked. His big cock was bloody, and her drooping thighs were running with the blood and cunt-juice that had spattered out of her. He had busted into her virginal hole like a battering-ram, and she prayed that he hadn't done her a serious injury. Her head swam with nausea, but even so, she couldn't help staring. No sight on earth or maybe even in heaven could compare with the big, bloody length of that hard cock as it disappeared into her painfully stretched cunt-lips and appeared again. Again she imagined that she might die; she was sure that dying involved the same total loss of control that fucking did.

She had never before noticed how big her clit was, so much bigger than Sister Ursula's. It peeked between her cunt-lips and her blood matted cunt-hair like the pink nose of a kitten. She wanted to rub it, it felt so hot and loaded with lust, but she didn't dare, for fear that Father Tom would think she was hopelessly sex-crazed.

But then she screamed when he rubbed it himself, manipulating her red-hot cunt-button with his fingers as he fucked her. It was as if the final nail had been pounded into Our Lord's wrist, and that pounding and that nail were buried deep in the intricate convolutions of her cock-hungry cunt.

"Don't just lie there," Father Tom grunted, burning and crisping her soul with his big, blue eyes, "fucking is a sport for two persons."

"Oh, yes!" she screamed, pummeling him with her sweating loins as she pumped her cunt up from the floor to engulf his bloody cock. "I was afraid – I didn't want you to know… how much I love to fuck, how much I love you to fuck me, Father!"

"Don't be ashamed of it," he whispered as he clutched her ass and drove his prick to meet her thrusts. "If you're going to sin, throw your heart into it."

He rolled over on his back. She knelt astride his hips, puffing and pushing her hot cunt up and down on his upright prick. He guided her with his hands cupping her ass, one of his fingers still tickling her hot asshole.

She loved this fucking position. She felt completely in control, staring down at her father confessor's sweating body, his crucifix glittering on his chest, his eyes eating up her tits, as she raised and lowered her itching, aching but utterly cock-crazed cunt on his upright prick. Looking down below her belly, she could see her black-muffed cunt accepting every inch of his bloody cock, then revealing it to her fascinated gaze. The Seven Sacraments had been joined by one her catechism hadn't told her about, and it was called fucking.

Something new was happening. She squealed with shock as his big prick seemed to extend itself and touch depths it couldn't possibly be touching. Meanwhile its thick length throbbed in her cunt like an overworked heart.

She cursed herself for an idiot as she realized that the priest's cock was doing in her cunt just what Rocco's had done in her mouth; he was spurting cum into her. His face twisted, his body writhed, he was unable to do anything to contribute to the fuck, so she hammered her ass up and down on his thighs and swallowed him with her cunt, taking every last ounce of his jetting cum.

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."