Brad Morgan - Horny naughty nun

But Sister Grace found that she didn't give a shit whether Msgr. Lafferty disapproved of what she was doing or not. Anything that tasted and smelled and looked and felt this good couldn't possibly be bad. God had created her five senses, after all, and each and every one of them was rejoicing in the pleasure of eating Sister Ursula's beautiful cunt and in turn having her own cunt eaten by Sister Ursula.

She wouldn't have the nerve to tell the rector any of that in words, but she made her feelings clear by slightly exaggerating the moans and whimpers of pure delight that rose spontaneously to her lips as she pressed them against the wet, sticky lips of the blonde's cunt. Sister Ursula's murmurs of pleasure, against her own cunt matched hers, and she suspected that the same thoughts might be going through her head.

She transferred her hands from Sister Ursula's gleaming white ass to her firm young tits, each of them a delicious and familiar handful. They were bigger than Sister Phrygia's tits, though nowhere as big as her own, but what they might lack in size they made up for in the absolute perfection of their shape and the springy tautness of their texture. Sister Ursula's sensitive nipples grew hard like two pencil erasers under the expert caresses of Sister Grace's fingertips, and the blonde wriggled her torso to rub her tits more firmly against her hands.

Sister Ursula just loved squeezing and kneading Sister Grace's rosy-white ass, but she knew how much Grace liked having her tits fondled, too, so she reluctantly withdrew one of her hands from the brunette's smooth asscheeks and reached back to squeeze her nipples. Sister Grace sobbed with pleasure, arching her back like a bow to thrust her tit up into Sister Ursula's hand.

Sister Ursula now discovered that Sister Grace's asshole was full of Father Ryan's cum, and she sucked on it eagerly to transfer the sticky jism to her mouth. Grace curled up her ass to present her asshole to the blonde's mouth and let her suck to her heart's content. Sister Ursula's pretty chin pressed firmly and delightfully into her cunt-hole as she sucked at her ass.

Now that she had sucked every last drop of cum out of Ursula's cunt, Sister Grace paid her back by turning her own tongue to the blonde's asshole and licking it slowly and tantalizingly around the rim. Sister Ursula wriggled her ass with delight at the touch, and redoubled her fervor as she licked Grace's ass.

But each nun was drawn back to the other's cunt as if by a magnet of irresistible sexuality, and almost simultaneously their hot mouths connected with their even hotter cunts. Sister Grace moaned against the cunt on her month as she felt Sister Ursula's long and supple tongue squirming and circling deep inside her pussy like a snake, and she lashed and flailed her own tongue vigorously in Sister Ursula's slithering fuckhole, Sister Grace's frantic moans rose to muffled screams as Ursula pinched her big, swollen clit between her lips and pattered her tongue rapidly against its slick surface. She humped and writhed and bucked, rubbing her ass raw against the carpet in a transport of cunt-crazed ecstasy as Sister Ursula's tongue opened the heavens and descended like a fluttering dove into her cunt.

Even as Sister Grace was coming, she had the presence of mind to duplicate Sister Ursula's work with her own lips and tongue on the blonde's smaller clit – smaller, but every bit as tight and hard and hot as her own. Sister Ursula matched her, groan for groan and whimper for whimper, as the two of them dissolved in climactic bliss.

"Drastic measures are obviously required," Msgr. Lafferty said darkly, but his words hardly registered on Sister Grace's ears, still ringing from the tight clamp of Sister Ursula's thighs in the last violent spasms of her orgasmic frenzy.

Sister Grace was pushed and pulled this way and that as Sister Phrygia and the three priests disentangled the cunt-crazed young nuns. She felt limp as a rag doll, incapable of independent motion or coherent thought, as they pulled her out from under Sister Ursula's lithe body.

She realized that the moment of truth had arrived. Half carrying her under her furry armpits, the two younger priests were leading her to Msgr. Lafferty, who lay back on the rug with his big cock sticking up like the upright beam of Christ's cross on which they meant to crucify her cunt. It was one thing to watch with disinterested curiosity while the rector stuck that fantastic prick into Sister Phrygia, but it was quite another to realize that he meant to stick it into her, and she struggled feebly, begging for a little more time to prepare herself.

"Don't worry, Sister," the rector said, "all that cunt-eating must have gotten you as wet and open and ready as you'll ever be."

That might have been true, but the sight of his huge cock had the same drying and puckering effect on her cunt that the sight of a lemon would have had on her mouth. As if it had a mind of its own, and that mind was driven mad with fear, her cunt tried to crawl up inside her belly.

"No," she whimpered, "please!"

Her pleas had no effect on them, except that Msgr. Lafferty's cock got even stiffer, so stiff that it quivered slightly to his heartbeats with the sensitivity of a tightly stretched steel wire. Her fear seemed to turn him on even more, and a bead of cock-juice oozed from his bloated cock to twinkle like an ornament at the top of a Christmas tree. She would have loved to lick it off and suck his cock, and she told them so, but Msgr. Lafferty was determined to put his cock in her cunt this time.

Seeing, that her impalement on this monstrously over-sized prick was inevitable, no matter what she did or said, Sister Grace gulped for breath and made a determined effort to relax and compose herself as the two young priests brought her astride it and made her squat down.

Soon Sister Grace felt the burning-hot head of Msgr. Lafferty's cock pressing tight against the lips of her cunt. She was unwilling to look, even though it felt even bigger when she couldn't see it. From the sense of touch alone, it was, as if he was trying to push his fist into her cunt. She made it clear, though, that she wouldn't run away, so the two other priests let her go and allowed her to take the rector's prick up into her cunt at her own speed. She hesitated, unable to move, but Msgr. Lafferty made no effort to rush her.

She believed that the best way might be to squat down hard on the rector's prick and take it all at once to get it over and done with, but she found she was simply not able to find the courage for such a drastic attempt. Breathing deeply and evenly, she eased herself down as quickly as she dared, which was not very quickly at all. She resisted Msgr. Lafferty's efforts to push his cock in deeper by straining his hips up.

Sister Grace was almost certain that she had taken most of the rector's cock into her cunt by now, she felt so thoroughly filled and stuffed, but when she reached down to verify this impression with her fingers, she was appalled to find that she had thus far succeeded in accepting little more than his bloated cock-head into her tender young cunt. She bit her lower lip and resolved to try harder as the old priest grew impatient and tried to drag her hips down with his clawing hands.

She tried bouncing up and down on his cock, hoping to fuck him without taking its full length, but these motions only encouraged him to push his cock harder upward, and she felt more and more of it squeezing inside with each of her strokes. She felt as if she were about to be split wide open by the impossible intrusion of his cock.

Brushing aside her curly black cunt-hair with her fingertips to take a peek at the action, Sister Grace saw that her cunt-lips looked tight as the skin of a red balloon inflated to the point of bursting. Seeing Msgr. Lafferty's cock sticking up between her thighs as it was, it looked almost as if she had a third leg, it was so big and thick. She shuddered and closed her eyes as she strained to squat down a little lower.