He reached underneath her and began to tweak her nipples as he started to ram his cock more forcefully into her ass. His fuck-strokes became long and hard, and his prickhead rammed against the thin sheath of flesh separating her ass from her cunt.
"Oh my God! I can't… Oh, Lord, help me!" Sister Angela wailed as the fabulous sensations began to build in her ass, cunt and tits. She knew instinctively that this would be the most fabulous, most mind-blowing orgasm she had ever experienced.
Mr. Bowers was ecstatic. His wife would not let him fuck her up her tight little ass, and it was really his favorite way to get his rocks off. There was nothing better to him than to fuck his cock up the tight, dirty depths of a sexy woman's asshole as it wrenched and clung around his mighty cockrod.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah," he groaned, brutally pinching the redhead's tits as he fucked his prick hard up her spasming ass.
His cock and balls were nearly bursting with the need for release. He had a heavy load of jizz swirling in his balls, and he didn't think he could wait for the nun to come before he shot off.
Sister Angela could sense his closeness to orgasm, so once again, she reached beneath herself and began to play with her cunt, setting up waves of pleasure that met and mingled with the shocks of raw sensation that were shooting through her ass.
"Uuuuuuung, ung… aaaaaaaaaah!" she gasped, nearly popping off as soon as her trembling finger touched her clit.
Her asshole clenched tightly around Mr. Bowers' prick, and that was the final straw. Hot jizz shot up his prickshaft and began to spew from his cockhead up the squirming nun's asshole.
"Fuuuuuuuuuck!" Bowers bellowed, so overcome with the intensity of his climax that he nearly blacked out. "Fuck!"
"I-I-I'm commmiiiiiiiiiing!" Sister Angela screeched as soon as she felt his hot jizz squirting into her bruised asshole, warming the walls of her shitter.
The two bucked and thrashed in the throes of ecstasy as Bowers' prick continued to spurt cum.
Sister Angela had never known pleasure like this. Every inch of her body seemed to be involved – climaxing, bursting with sensation, releasing unexpected reserves of erotic enjoy merit.
Then Sister Angela collapsed onto her belly, and Mr. Bowers lay on top of her, trying to slow his hammering heart.
"We'd better get dressed," Sister Angela sighed weakly. "They've probably already started dinner. And our absence will be very obvious."
Mr. Bowers agreed, and he slowly rolled off of her. They dressed quickly and helped each other straighten up, then walked back together to the school.
Grace had been said, and everyone had begun to dip into their soup when Sister Angela and Mr. Bowers entered the dining hall. Parents, students and nuns looked up curiously from their food and conversation.
Mr. Bowers spotted his wife and daughter across the worn, sullenly eating their dinner in silence, and walked over to join them. Sister Angela took her place between Sister Paula and Sister Anna, looking cool as a cucumber.
The Reverend Mother put her soup aside and gazed across the room, giving the Sister a searching stare.
But Sister Angela ignored it, and could barely contain a giggle when Sister Paula leaned over and whispered in her ear: "Was he a good fuck?"
CHAPTER FIVE
"Fuck me, Tony! Fuck me! I've been waiting so long for this!" Sister Angela pleaded as she lay across his workbench nude, her legs spread widely, her ass bouncing off the rough wood.
Tony, his pants down around his ankles, was staring wildly at the wanton nun, hardly able to believe his good luck.
She had cornered him in the garden shed while he was collecting his tools for the day, up at him, removing her hand from her cunt and cupping her tits in her palms as if offering them to him. I know, and that's why I'm here. I think a little rough treatment might be very, very exciting.
Instead, she said: "But I don't want to boss you, Tony. I'll do whatever you say only please, please fuck me!"
Tony's eyes lit up. "You'll do whatever I say, take whatever I dish out?"
"Absolutely," Angela purred stretching out languorously, grinding her ass against the bench.
Tony looked longingly at Sister Angela's furry red cunt mound and grinned strangely. He reached up and grabbed a pair of large gardening shears and approached the widespread nun.
"Tony, wha…"
In a flash, he had sheared off a tuft of her fluffy red cunt muff, and she had felt the cold steel against her sensitive cunt flesh.
"Tony!" She sat bolt upright and tried to cover her cunt.
"Just as I thought," Tony sneered. "You are a liar. You can't take it."
Sister Angela gulped audibly. She knew she was getting in over her head, but something compelled her to stay, even though she easily could have left at this point.
"No, Tony, I am not a liar," she replied coolly, lying back down, spreading her legs even farther apart.
Tony bent to his task again, shearing off all her cunt hair and leaving only a fine stubble.
A couple of times, he came very close to cutting into her tender flesh, and she had winced and stifled her screams.
The next thing she knew, he was beside her, grabbing her wrists and tying them securely to the end of the bench.
"Tony! This is getting ugly! Surely you…" Tony glared down at her, and there was anger and violence in his eyes. She was frightened. She closed her mouth and prayed silently, not knowing if she would survive the morning or not.
"Cool, redheaded nun bitch," Tony whispered as he stood over her, taking in her beauty and her defenselessness. "Cool and oh so religious, but hot! Always hot underneath all those ugly clothes and beads. So fucking hot!"
He lay down on top of her, mashing her tits with his muscular chest. He sighed at the feel of her tender, vulnerable skin.
Sister Angela moved to hold him, to put her arms around his back. But she forgot that she was bound, and the ropes cut into her wrists belly, causing her to gasp from the pain.
Tony chuckled. He moved down her body and lowered his face over her tits. She was surprised that his touch was gentle, that his tongue lazily but thoroughly swept every inch of her tit-flesh, bathing her tits in warm saliva.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, forgetting her previous fear and luxuriating in the sweet, wet caress of his tongue.
He began to suck her nipple into his mouth, playfully stabbing it with his tongue as he did so, sucking and drooling over her hard tit-bud.
"Aaaaaaaiiiiiieeeeeeeee!"
All of a sudden, he bit down hard on her sensitive nipple, causing sharp, horrible bolts of pain to race down her spine.
"Tony! Stop! Stop!"
But Tony did not stop. He released that nipple and quickly bit down on the other, causing such agony for the nun that she could not even make a noise. Her vocal cords were held still in the grip of agony.
Then, all at once, he let up, grinning down at her tortured expression. "Nice nun, good nun. You did tell the truth."
Sister Angela's eyes widened in disbelief. He must be insane, she suddenly realized. She had thought that he would just pretend to rape her as he had the Mother Superior. And she had looked forward to that. But this…
"And now, Sister," he said smiling, "I'm going to give you a special treat. You're going to eat out my ass!"
Sister Angela's face flushed with anger. "Never!" she spat, looking at him as if he were demented. She could think of nothing more vile than what he had suggested.
"Oh, yes, you are, dear Sister," he said quietly. His deep-brown eyes locked with hers, and she sighed. She had backed down.
Tony walked over to Sister Angela's head at the end of the bench and straddled it. Then he slowly lowered his ass over her face, nearly suffocating her.
"Mmmmmmmmmph!" Sister Angela gasped, the sound of her surprise muffled by Tony's ass flesh.