Brad Morgan - Horny naughty nun

"I…" Blushing, Sister Grace lowered her eyes in shame.

"Because if you had been tempted," Father Tom continued, rising from his desk and pacing about his study like a caged beast, "you would have come to me for counseling, as I told you to. Right, Sister?"

"Father…" She wanted to tell him that what they had done was wrong, and that it would have been wrong to come to him for even more fucking. But she found it impassible to tell him what she thought. She had been drilled from earliest childhood to respect priests and obey them. She knew it was wrong to fuck him, but since he said it was right, it must be right. She was so confused and embarrassed that she wished she could melt through the floorboards of his study and disappear forever.

His course around the room had taken him behind her chair, and now he shocked her by gripping her shoulders in both hands. He shocked her even more by demanding, his lips almost brushing her ear. "Pull up your skin, Sister. Show me what sort of underpants you're wearing today."

"Oh, Father – I'm not – I told you how they make me feel – I…"

"Your skirt!"

She reached down with trembling fingers and drew the hem of her ankle-length skirt all the way up to bare her shapely legs and her black furred cunt. She wore only her boots and white cotton stockings that reached to mid-thigh.

The priest gave her a reassuring squeeze before moving around her chair and kneeling between her legs. He brushed her cunt-hair aside gently with his fingers. She winced and squeezed her eyes shut when he pried her cunt-lips apart.

"Your cunt seems to have healed nicely, Sister," he said, and he moved closer until the hot breath of his words tickled her cunt. "This time, it won't hurt at all."

"Oh, please, Father… don't," she said, but her last word came out as a passionate, sexy moan when his tongue touched her pussy.

Sister Grace spread her booted legs wide as hot lightening-forks of desire flickered through her cunt from the touch of Father Tom's hot tongue. He slipped his hands under the cheeks of her ass and raised her cunt to his mouth as a thirsty man might raise a brimming bowl, and she was utterly lost. She tore at her habit, casting it aside until she was writhing naked in the chair. Then she stared at Father Tom's cassock while he removed her boots and stockings. Not once did he lift his tongue from her simmering, trickling cunt, and soon they were both naked.

She licked her lips at the sight of his bulging cock, but she didn't dare ask him for it. She would have loved to feel it in her cunt or even in her mouth, but she forced herself to hide the deepest depths of her lust. Yet it was impossible, really, to disguise how she felt when his mouth was on her cunt and he could feel for himself how hot it was. The odor of her own sex-crazed cunt rose to her nostrils and turned her on even more as his tongue and his saliva turned it to wet jelly.

Father Tom just loved her cunt. He seemed even hotter to eat it than Sister Phrygia or Sister Ursula were. He stuck his long tongue out all the way while he sucked her cunt-lips into his mouth, and it seemed that his tongue could penetrate just as deeply as his cock.

She cried aloud when he slipped his hands from her sweating ass and slid them up to her tits. It felt so good, the way he squeezed and stroked her hard nipples, that she could no longer disguise how much she wanted him to fuck her.

"Fuck me, please, Father! I want your cock in my cunt – I need it – please!" she gasped.

He rose and lifted her, carrying her in his arms to the big leather couch on the other side of the room. She reached down to fondle his stiff, protruding cock as he walked.

Both of them froze in that position as a sharp knock sounded on the door. Without waiting for a response, Father John Flynn strode into the study. He opened his mouth to speak. It stayed open.

"Please come in," Father Ryan said, continuing his interrupted walk to the couch and speaking as smoothly as if he were delivering a sermon on Sunday. "Sister Grace has a problem similar to your own. She's given up the pleasures of the flesh without actually knowing what they are. I think you two can help each other in a unique way."

"Are you suggesting…" Father Flynn was aghast.

"I fucked her once, for her own good," Father Ryan said. "If I fuck her again – well, Sister might suspect that I was only indulging my carnal appetites, when actually I'm only trying to help her. This time, I think you should fuck her."

"Please, Father Tom, no!" Grace whimpered. "I want to fuck you…"

"He's got a cock," Father Ryan said, laying her down on the couch and stroking her hot cunt with his hand. "Or so I believe. Isn't that all that really matters? Isn't it?"

"Oh, Father…"

"Admit it!" he said harshly.

"Yes," she sobbed. "I'll fuck him, if you say so."

Father Flynn couldn't turn her to jelly with his eyes the way Father Ryan could, but he was cute, as all the younger nuns often whispered to one another. He was boyish and ethereal looking, and there had been some speculation that he might be queer, but he rebutted that slander by tearing off his cassock and other clothes and lying down on the couch beside Sister Grace. His cock was even bigger than Father Ryan's, and it was soon snuggled tight against her belly as he stirred the wet custard of her cunt with probing fingers and kissed her hard on the mouth. Soon he reversed his position on the couch and resumed the work that Father Ryan had begun so expertly by lapping her cunt with his tongue.

Father Flynn's cock as so close to her eyes that it looked as big and thick as a fire hydrant, and every bit as red, and she shuddered at the thought of his sticking such a big prick inside her newly opened cunt. She spread her legs wider to let him give her cunt a real working over with his eager mouth. She felt her cunt getting even looser and hotter than before as her cunt-juice flowed out to mingle with his spit.

He was even more enthusiastic about eating her cunt than Father Ryan was, but he seemed much less skillful. He more than made up for this lack of experience, though, by his frenzied dedication to exploring every inch of the new marvel beneath his hot mouth. He licked each fold and crease, he seemed determined to suck on each and every one of her cunt-hairs, and it was obvious how badly he wanted to get his wiggling tongue to the very bottom of her slimy cunt-hole. Meanwhile he kneaded and squeezed her ass-cheeks with the same eagerness, as if he'd never had a woman's ass in his hands before.

She was just itching to take his great big cock into her own mouth, but she felt bad about doing it with Father Ryan watching them. He sat at his desk, his head propped on his fingers as if in prayer or meditation, but she could feel his blue eyes burning into her naked body.

She clasped her fingers around Father John's cock and marveled at its burning heat, its bulging size, it's quivering stiffness. She peeled the skin up and down, making Father John groan like a damned soul, and he writhed his hips to rub his prick against her clasping fingers as if trying to fuck her dainty hand.

She glanced guiltily at Father Ryan, and it was as if he could read her mind and knew how much she wanted to suck, the cock so close to her mouth. He flicked his hand in an impatient gesture, giving her permission. Needing no further encouragement, she puckered her lips and pulled the fat head of the young priest's cock right inside the pucker. Rocco, the student from her English class, had told her how he thought a blowjob should be given, and she did it just the way that he had taught her, pumping her lips up and down on his thick cock while she flogged it with her tongue.

She realized for the first time that it was a lot more fun to suck a cock than it was to suck another girl's cunt-button. There was a lot more meat to work with and suck on, and every inch of it seemed alive and packed with hot, lustful juice. This was indeed one of the pleasures of the flesh, and Father Ryan had been dead right in saying that she didn't know anything about them. But now that she was learning so much about those pleasures, how would she ever be able to give them up?