Brad Morgan: Horny naughty nun

Sister Mary Grace had asked Father Ryan to hear her confession in his study. She never could have confessed her terrible sins in the church, in the presence of the Blessed Sacrament. Besides, she knew for a fact that Mother Mary Aloysius ease dropped on the nuns confessions.

But she feared it had been a mistake. Kneeling beside Father Tom Ryan's chair, she was struck more forcefully than ever by his resemblance to Peter O'Toole. Guilty though she felt about her sins, reciting them made her feel squirmy and damp.

"… and I let him kiss my-my private parts," she was saying in a small voice.

Father Ryan seemed amused. "Do you means Sister, that you let him eat your cunt?"

She gasped with shock. That was just what Rocco had called it. It was what she had called it, too, in the grip of her sinful excitement. "Eat my cunt, Rocco!" She had said.

"I thought such wards were sinful, Father. I meant to confess that I used them when… when we were doing it."

"When you were playing sixty-nine with this boy from your English class?"

"Isn't it sinful to say…" she found that she could not repeat the phrase, "words like those?"

"Not very. I can't absolve you, Sister, unless I know exactly what you're talking about." He saw that tears were rolling down her cheeks, and he dried them with his stole. "Please use the plain words for your acts, Sister. You have my permission."

"All right." She felt her cheeks burning as she forced herself to say, "He ate my cunt and I sucked his cock."

"And you enjoyed all this?"

She lowered her eyes. "Yes, Father. I enjoyed it very much."

"Is that all?"

Sister Grace felt cheated. Father Ryan seemed not the least bit shocked or angered by the sins that would damn her forever to hell. He looked wearily amused, like an indulgent parent hearing of a favorite child's minor misconduct.

She knew it was wrong to try to shock him, but she hoped she would as she said. "I did it with a nun, too. Father. I happened to pass by her cell, and I couldn't help staring at her, in just her shift, with her long, gold hair… she called me in and – well, we ate each other's cunt."

"And you enjoyed it?" He remained unshocked. "Did you come?"

"Three times, Father. The thing is, we can't stop. We've been sneaking into each other's cell every night for the past two weeks."

He sighed. "I'll have to speak to this other nun. Give me her name, Sister."

"Father, I couldn't!"

The priest swiveled his devastating blue eyes on her and turned her to icily. "You took a vow of obedience, Sister, as well as one of chastity. Give me her name."

"Sister Ursula," she whispered.

"The one with the walk." He smiled.

It surprised her that the priest should have noticed Sister Mary Ursula's sexy little strut. She said she found it impossible to modify her walk, even though Mother Aloysius had disciplined her for it more than once.

When she had been silent a while, he prompted. "And that's all?"

"No, Father. Even now I find myself harboring impure thoughts about you – urges, really."

"Please be specific."

"I can't help thinking how good it would feel…" Her voice failed her.

"If I ate your cunt?"

She began sobbing. She could only nod wordlessly. His strong hand squeezing her shoulder was meant to be comforting, she was sure, but it only made her cunt squirm hotly.

Father Ryan gave her absolution and a penance so light that it seemed to trivialize her sins, ten Hail Marys and an equal number of Our Fathers. But then he insisted that she accompany him in praying for strength to resist her carnal urges, and he knelt beside her.

Far from giving her strength, his close proximity unleashed her weakness. She couldn't concentrate on her prayers with the manly smell of tobacco and aftershave, slightly tinged with whisky, in her nostrils. She trembled when she felt his hand caressing her ass.

"No, Father, I…" Turning to protest, she was silenced with a deep, tongue-tangling kiss. She had kissed Sister Ursula like this, but never a man.

His hand slipped unnoticed beneath her habit, but she soon noticed it when it slid up her thigh and touched her cunt.

He said dryly, "I thought nuns were supposed to wear underpants, Sister."

"Father, the linen ones they give…" she found it impossible to think while his finger slid up and down the wet groove between her cuntlips, but she forced herself to speak, "… they're just too… they rub against my cunt and make me feel hot all the time."

"You should wear them all the same, Sister." As he spoke, he concentrated on unpinning her wimple and cowl to reveal her long, lustrous black hair. "Resist the temptation, and offer it up to Our Lord. If the temptation becomes unbearable, come to me – at any hour of the day or night."

"Father!"

"God understands weakness of the flesh, Sister, but He's less willing to forgive its perversion. It was His plan that men and women should fuck. Sinning with me would be less grievous than lying with another nun or sucking some schoolboy's cock."

Her cunt felt so hot and wet and squirmy, her nipples tingled so deliciously, that his words made wonderful sense. Her habit was cast aside, along with her cotton stockings and boots and her chaste bra. She was naked except for the tattered scapulars she had worn since she was twelve. Father Ryan was naked, too. His cock was just as hard and stiff as it could be, and a bead of juice twinkled at its inflamed tip.

"Father," she whispered hesitantly, "I'm a virgin."

"It's an insult to Our Lord, to give up fucking without knowing what it's all about," he said as he felt her tits and turned her mind to mush. "I'm going to show you what it's all about."

He wriggled up to lie on top of her and push his bulging cock-head into the hot lips of her cunt. The priest was crazy about her big nipples, almost as big as the tips of her thumbs now that they were hot and erect, and he couldn't decide which he loved to suck the most. The hot flashes surging down to her cunt from her tits almost compensated for the pain Sister Grace felt as Father Tom forced his huge cock into her virginal cunt.

It was not an unbearable pain, perhaps no worse than biting her tongue and knowing she'd drawn blood. She'd felt far worse in a dentist's chair. But the location of the pain made it scary. He was ripping his way into the center of her body with his big cock. She sobbed and begged him to stop, but it was like begging a truck to stop running you over. He just kept pushing in with the relentless, merciless strength of a machine.

She wanted him to suck her tits, though, and as her cunt shrank from his cock, she thrust her tit-mounds hard against his mouth. The cross he wore about his neck dug almost painfully into one tit as he sent the other to heaven with his greedy mouth.

She tried to pull her cunt away from him, but both his hands were dug into her ass like iron claws, and he pulled her tight against him as he bulled his cock inward. She started to scream as something in her cunt snagged and ripped, but he covered her mouth with his and silenced her with a tongue-tangling kiss.

And then his cock was slipping in strongly and steadily, the easiest thing in the world, stuffing her cunt and scratching itches she hadn't even known she'd had. She wound her long, lithe legs around the priest's muscular back and urged him, using all the words she had thought were sinful, to fuck her till she shit.

Father Tom needed no urging. He belted his big cock in and out of the nun's virginal cunt like a boxer's fist. He was hurting her, her cunt was sore, but she could no more have stopped him than a chain-smoker could have suspended his vice because of a sore throat; the pleasure more than made up for the discomfort. And although Sister Grace had never smoked, she knew that fucking was an infinitely more pleasant and addictive vice. How in God's name would she ever stop, now that Father Tom had shown her that his cock and her cunt were the lock and the key to paradise?