Brad Morgan - Horny naughty nun

Sister Grace was wildly excited, she was enjoying this bout of cunt-licking and asshole fingering enormously, but something was missing. She still hadn't come yet despite Sister Ursula's best cunt-licking efforts and her own cunt lusting frustration, and she seemed no closer to an orgasm now.

She hoped Father Tom's cock hadn't spoiled her for these pleasures with Sister Ursula, but she feared that was the case now that she had been fucked, she needed a big cock in her cunt to renew the pleasure that the first time had given her. She squirmed and wriggled, rubbing her cunt against Sister Ursula's face in an effort to churn it up and get it hotter.

She was shocked when a new thrill unfolded in her hot cunt. At first her dazed mind couldn't quite cope with it it seemed almost as if Sister Ursula's tongue had turned into a cock.

But even as she entertained this absurd idea, the truth struck her. Sister Ursula had slipped her thumb into her curt. Sister Ursula's thumb was nowhere near as big as Father Tom Ryan's cock, but it was big enough to give Sister Grace the extra little thrill she had been looking for. As soon as her thumb was deep inside her cunt, Sister Ursula rubbed its ball against the tip of the forefinger stuck in Sister Grace's asshole, massaging the slimy wall that separated cunt and asshole between the two fingers, and giving it a thrill that no even a cock could give.

It was so good that Sister Grace screamed with pleasure, but her cry was muffled by the hairy blonde cunt pressed tight against her mouth. It got even better when Sister Ursula concentrated all of her tongue-action on Sister Grace's cunt-button, the ultimate trigger of her sexuality, sucking it between her lips so she could give it a real flogging with her wet tongue.

Bucking and squirming, whimpering and gasping, but still licking the other's cunt and finger-fucking her hot asshole, Sister Grace felt herself being born up on angels' wings and through the gold gates of paradise. But even as she came, the door of her cell was flung open and she heard a strangled cry of horror.

"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.

In 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.