Chapter 8
Over the years, Frank Genet had become more sophisticated in selecting his "victims".
During his final year in high school, he had raped three of his teachers, a black social worker who worked with the underprivileged in a nearby neighborhood, a variety of housewives and single girls and on one occasion, he had forced his way into the lush apartment of two lesbians and spent an entire weekend with them, forcing them to fuck and suck.
When he left the two lesbians, the younger of the two had begged him to return. But Frank did not return; once was enough, and no matter how appealing the woman-or women, he knew that to return for a second session was to court disaster.
On several occasions, he had taken on both man and wife, forcing the man to watch as he fucked his wife-at first, he begged, then protested, threatened and finally the husband became aroused by the sight of another man's prick buried deeply within his wife's cunt, or watching her suck furiously on Frank's prick.
During college, Frank's activities subsided as his classes became heavier, but after four years at UCLA, he had managed to pace himself with only weekend fucking, and then he was extremely selective.
One of his most interesting encounters came with a female professor of political science-an austere woman of forty-two whom everyone suspected of being a lesbian due to her mode of dress and actions. But Frank had suspicioned something else as he watched her and studied her habits.
On two occasions, he had entered her modest apartment while she was in class and on his second trip he had managed to force open the lock of a large cedar chest in her bedroom. In it, he found stacks of erotic literature, exotic female clothing and an array of dildoes and vibrators. He relocked the chest, then set about making his plans.
A week later, he waited for her. As she entered her apartment on a Friday evening following her last class, Frank raped her. The next two days were spent fucking and sucking with the hot-blooded woman. She was not a virgin,-but she admitted to Frank after their third fuck that no man had ever fucked her body like he did and that lesbians had always frightened her.
A healthy, hot-blooded woman lay hidden beneath her austere exterior. When bound and blindfolded, she became animalistic in her desires and in her demands. Frank fucked her so many times that he could no longer keep his erection and he resorted to the devices she kept locked in her chest. The, on the next day, he had used a hair brush, a large Polish sausage, a cucumber and even the suction hose of the vacuum cleaner when all else failed to satisfy her hot cunt.
Following his graduation, Frank told his parents that he wished to travel. Quite graciously, his father gave him the money to do so. But rather than travel, Frank had taken the money, leased a small beach cottage in Malibu and taken up the life of a beach bum.
During this time, he began to write. With his time free for his own endeavors, Frank set about searching for unique and unusual sexual encounters. He wrote occasionally under a pseudonym and managed to obtain the services of a New York agent to handle his work. He published article after article on sexually related matters and eroticism.
But even this existence had its drawbacks. Frank - became jaded sexually, and it seemed there were no new experiences to encounter.
Then, one night, as he was driving back from an early supper with his parents-and a frantically quick and furtive fuck with Michele, standing up in the kitchen while his father watched the early news on TV-he headed up the coast toward his cottage.
As he pulled up to a signal, a tan station wagon drew abreast of his Porsche; he looked across to the driver and found the angelic face of a young nun smiling back at him. As he looked at her, childhood memories of the academy came to him and he recalled sticking his fingers into the hot cunt and asshole of the Sister whose name he ctfuld no longer recall.
As the light changed, Frank allowed the station wagon to drive ahead of him. He pulled in behind it. He paced the station wagon cautiously, a plan taking form in his mind. He knew that this was going to be a very special night-providing the nun did not panic and ruin his plans.
As he drove along slowly, he saw the shadowed outline of the nun's head, and he felt his prick swelling alongside his thigh as visions of her lovely, unused body came to him. His hand dropped to his lap and he stroked his cock through the material of his slacks and conjured up visions of her naked body.
Frank saw her slowing to turn up a narrow, twisting canyon road. He knew that there was a religious retreat in the hills and he knew too, that the road was lonely and usually untraveled at night. Quickly he made his decision.
Passing her, he sped up the twisting road. Quickly he turned around, then backed his car across the road and parked, turning on the amber parking lights.
He jumped from the car and ran a dozen yards back down the road and positioned himself near some bushes. He estimated she would slow down when she saw the car in the middle of the road and would come to a stop almost precisely where he was hidden.
He crouched as he saw the station wagon slowing, then it stopped. The nun stuck her head out of the window. Frank appeared out of the darkness beside the car. He wrenched open the door and shoved her over before she had a chance to react.
She stared at him, a numb look on her lovely face.
"Do exactly as you are told, Sister, and no harm will come to you ... I promise."
Frank slipped the station wagon in gear and pulled around his Porsche. He turned the station wagon around and backed in between two large
California pines; he cut the ignition and doused the lights.
"But.. . but what do you want?" the nun asked fearfully.
"No questions, either!" he said sharply and turned to face her.
He grabbed the braided cord about the waist of her habit. He took the ends and quickly bound her hands in her lap.
Then, he pulled the keys from the ignition and ran to his own automobile. Starting the engine, he gunned it and backed into the same slot where the wagon was hidden from view. He returned to the station wagon and slid behind the wheel.
"What is your name?"
The young nun looked at him, her eyes wide now; she swallowed thickly and seemed to avoid his eyes. "Sister Pauline ..."
Frank lit a cigarette, enjoying the feeling of calm now that he knew they were safe off the road. "What is your Order?"
"The ... the Sisters of Conception . .."
"Immaculate, I presume. .." he said in a laughing voice and looked at her downcast eyes; it was obvious to him that she was blushing. He lifted her chin. "Do you know why I stopped you, Sister Pauline?"
She shook her head. As their eyes met, it seemed as though she had read his thoughts. "Please ... let me go-I've done nothing to harm you ... please release me."
"Oh, no," he said. "When I was a child, I knew sisters like you ... they were also as beautiful as you ... but we could never touch them unless they allowed us to-then, it was only on their order ..." He smiled. "They often made me touch them in places no nun should be touched."
"Oh ..." Sister Pauline gasped.
He looked at the stiff front of her habit and he saw the rise of her full tits. As he turned in the seat to face her fully, his hand moved from her throat to the swelling beneath her habit.
She stiffened as his hand grazed her tits and her hands came up to move his away.
He laughed. "Do you know what I am going to do to you?" he asked as he leaned closer to her.
"No ... no ... I don't," she said huskily.
He raised up slightly and unbuckled his trousers, then pulled down the zipper.
The nun's eyes widened and a look of shock crossed her young face.
"Oh, no!" she cried out and hid her face in her hands.
"Don't look-I don't mind ..."
Frank stretched his cock to its full length. He reached for her bound hands then and brought them to his lap.
"Just touch my cock... you don't have to look." He forced her hands over his rapidly stiffening prick.
Sister Pauline went rigid as she felt the hot flesh of his prick beneath her fingers. She gasped and tried to draw her hands back, but Frank held them tightly. She detected a sticky wetness and she cringed. He pressed her hands against his cock and her breath came in short, sharp bursts.
"Do you like the feel of my prick, Sister?" he asked.
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut as the vile words assaulted her.
"Have you ever felt a man's prick before?" he asked, then laughed. "Or have you only known the body of another woman-or I should say, lister?"
Frank slipped an arm about her shoulders and drew her to him. As his lips touched hers, Sister Pauline felt a sudden rush of warmth bathe her body. She felt perspiration bead her forehead.
His lips were on hers, not moving, not kissing, merely touching-then, she felt his tongue. Wet and obscene it came through his lips to touch her own. It was soft, so very soft, and he was no longer holding her hands on his cock. She was going to draw away, but beneath her sweating palms, his prick jerked and her fingers closed around it, almost involuntarily. Then, she opened her mouth slightly as her body began to burn and she knew her flesh had betrayed her!
Frank felt the nun beginning to respond. He felt her fingers close around his aching prick. He slipped his hand under the hem of her habit and felt the silken smoothness of her stocking.
Moving his hand upward, he felt her tense. He moved his palm over her knees, then spread her legs slightly as her tongue touched his own. He moved his hand higher along her inner thighs, and she jumped slightly as his fingers contacted her panty-covered cunt. He felt her pubic mound and a thrill raced through his body as he realized she was shaven there.
Sister Pauline felt her blood pounding in her temples. She realized she was enjoying the warmth that spread throughout her body. But she could not let him know that! No . .. she told herself. She must not submit... she must fight him . .. hold him off... she could not allow this to happen to her!
Then, his fingers touched her cuntmound and a deep thrill went through her body; she felt herself arching to him.
"Ohhh ... yes ... touch me there .... yessss!" she hissed as their mouths parted and she stroked his swollen cock.
Frank could not believe his ears, nor could he believe the fantastic feeling her bound hands were causing him as she stroked his aching prick. He cupped her pussy fully through the thin material of her panties. He felt the warm wetness spread beneath his hand.
He looked over his shoulder and saw that the rear seat of the station wagon was the type that folded down. In a matter of moments, he had folded down the seats and was helping her into the back.
Sister Pauline watched in a mixture of shock and excitement as he removed his clothing, then lay down beside her. He lifted her habit up to her waist and gazed down at her lovely, well fleshed legs, then ran his hand over her smooth belly.
Shaved! She had shaved her pussy!
He removed her shoes, then pulled down the thin cotton panties. He looked down at the child-like cunt and the excitement he had felt earlier was doubled.
He made her spread her legs and then he leaned over until his face was directly above Jher shaved pussy. He inhaled and received a delightful aroma-her pussy smell was strong, but not unpleasant.
Frank noticed her pulling up on her habit and lifting it above her tits. He saw the creamy white mounds of her tits with the darker colored flesh of her nipples-and she was bra-less!
Reaching up, he cupped her full tits as he kissed her smooth cuntmound. Had he not known she was a mature woman, he would have sworn this was the pussy of a child!
He nuzzled her cuntmound and she spread her legs as his mouth approached her now gaping outer lips. He let his lips linger just at the top of her smooth slit, then he pushed his tongue out until it barely touched her cuntal opening.
"Ohhh!" she gasped. "Oh, God!"
Sister Pauline shuddered as Frank's tongue touched that small, but erect clit that hid behind the folds of her pussy-lips. She raised her hips as she felt his tongue enter her pussy and she groaned loudly as his mouth closed about her smooth cunt.
Frank found the absence of pubic hair more exciting than anything he had ever seen. He probed deeply with his tongue as his mouth opened widely to suck in the flesh of her cunt-lips.
His prick was rock-hard as he kneeled between the nun's legs and lapped her cunt obscenely. She shuddered again, and he knew she was already experiencing an orgasm as he tongue-fucked her cunt. He inserted his thumb in her pussy and sought the tight ring of her asshole with his middle finger. He felt the tight ring of her asshole give way to the tip of his finger.
Again, she moaned and as he fucked her with thumb and tongue, she screwed her ass downward onto his finger. It popped through the sphincter muscle and probed the depths of her asshole.
Sister Pauline's head reeled with newfound sensations as the man lapped her cunt and fingerfucked both her holes. She rose time and time again to the pinnacle of orgasm and felt the nerve-tearing sensations rip through her starved body.
As she achieved her third orgasm, she went back in time to that sultry night on the beach with her own father. He had forced her to take his cock in her mouth, then promising not to hurt her, he had placed his huge throbbing prick between her legs-then, somehow it had found its way into the warmth of her cunt. The next thing she knew, a searing pain was tearing through her loins as her hymen was ruptured and he was spurting great globs of cum into her cunt.
As they lay there, Pauline's grandmother had come from the beach house to stumble onto her son and granddaughter fucking like a pair of rutting animals ... and she screamed, then thanked the Lord that Pauline's mother had not been alive to witness the incestuous coupling of father and daughter.
Then, because it was grandmother who controlled the money, Pauline's father was sent away and she had entered the convent. So long ago, she thought, so very long ago ... and she had willingly allowed her father to fuck her. It had been so exciting and so filled with love ... but grandmother was shamed and so was Pauline. Now, she was Sister Pauline ... and now there was this man!
"Ohhhh ... yes, do that with your mouth ... suck me, put your hand in there. Fuck me with your fingers ... God ... yess!" Frank sucked her cunt furiously as his prick twitched for release.
He raised his dripping face and gazed at her in awe and wonder.
Frank scooted up on his knees and lifted Sister Pauline's legs to cradle them in the crook of his arms. He nudged her smooth pussy with the head of his prick and he saw her reaching for his cock. Her hands guided his prick tightly against the lips of her pussy. He moved his hips slowly at first, but he did not enter her cunt.
She applied pressure atop his prick and the sensation of the head of his cock moving against the wet warmth of her pussy was nearly too much for him. She arched and pressed down with her hands as the length of his shaft stroked her cunt-lips. She moaned loudly and threw her head from side to side as he stroked her cunt.
She tensed beneath him as he shoved his prick upward, the length of his cock pressed into the hot, wet folds of her cunt.
"Oh, Jesus! Yes!" he cried. "I'm cumming!"
"Uhhhnnn! Yessss ... so ... so am I!"
And Frank felt his cum spurt from his prick to be caught in her hot, clasping hands as she ground her asscheeks against his balls and prick. He lifted her legs as the cum oozed through her fingers to dribble onto her belly.
Pauline felt his hot cum in her hands and it sent thrill after thrill through her as his prick spasmed against her cunt and shot its hot load through her tightly clenched fingers.
As the contractions ceased, Sister Pauline licked the sticky substance from her fingers.
Frank looked on in absolute awe as she flicked out her tongue and licked the white globs from between her slender fingers. Then, he released her legs and watched as she rubbed the remains of his semen acrdss her stomach and then into the open lips of her cunt.
She lay there bright-eyed, her habit bunched up about her neck, a serene, yet passionate look on her face. Her hand lingered just above her pussy. He reached out and held it there.
"Yes..." he said lowly. "Let me watch you finger-fuck yourself..."
She hesitated, then as he leaned up and kissed her nipples, she began stroking her pussy with just the tip of her finger. In and out it went and more rapidly into the moist folds of her cunt.
Frank sat back and looked down at her spread legs as she finger-fucked herself. He watched as first one finger disappeared into her hot cunt, then another. He moved from between her legs then and crouched above her head.
She looked up at him. She took hold of his prick. "It's not soft," she cooed as she pulled his cock to her lips and kissed the shining head.
Frank felt a chill go through him as her tongue flicked out and captured a drop of fluid from the glans, then her mouth closed about it fully as she continued to masturbate. He watched her hand on her cunt as he lewdly fucked the nun's mouth with his stiff prick. He knew he would shoot another load.
He heard her moaning-again and he was astounded as her hips arched upward and she shuddered as another orgasm took her beautiful young body. He watched in fascination as her mouth ovaled and her cheeks hollowed as she took the entire length of his prick into her throat. Her tongue lay flatly against the underside of his prick. He pulled out to the swollen head, felt her tongue tease the slit in the very tip.
He pulled out of her mouth suddenly. "On your knees-quickly ... I must fuck you, Sister!"
She rolled to her stomach. She felt his cock behind her. She felt the intrusion of his throbbing prick and suddenly she knew that a cloistered world was not for her.
She needed this and the prick of a strong virile male-and she needed love-physical love, not the philosophical love of the Church! As his prick slid into her velvet channel to the hilt, she pushed backwards against him and felt the coarse hair of his pubic area brush her asshole.
"YES! FUCK ME ... OH, GOD, FUCK ME IN THE CUNT! YESSS!"
Frank hunched against her upraised ass as he drove his prick deep into her cunt. Her pussy clasped his cock as tightly as a glove. As he pulled out, he felt the warm suctioning feeling he usually associated with anal sex. But this woman's cunt was so tight, so soft and so warm ... he reveled in it and thrust his cock deeply again as she cried out a second time for him to fuck her.
He grabbed her heaving tits as her body began to shake beneath his.
Frank could no longer control himself. "God, Pauline ... your pussy ... so good ... so fucking good! I'm dimming again .. . cumming . .. cuuuummmming!"
"Now!" she shouted and ground her ass against his thrusting cock. They spasmed in unison and her hot juices flowed heavily to mingle with his sperm as it shot deep within her cunt. Then, the two of them fell forward, his prick still buried deep in her cunt.
Finally, Frank felt his softening prick slide from the swollen lips of the nun's cunt. He looked at her. Her habit was pushed up and bunched above her tits. He fumbled for his cigarettes-found one and lit it.
Sister Pauline opened her eyes and smiled at him warmly.
"What are you going to tell the Mother Superior?" he asked as he stroked her cheek.
She kissed him, her tongue teasing his lips.
She squeezed his prick. "I'm going to tell her the truth-naturally. That I was forced from the road by a sex-crazed man-of middle age-driving a pickup truck ... that he placed a knife at my throat and forced me to have sex with him ..." She smiled demurely and stroked his prick again. "And that he raped me twice ... if you have time..."
Frank smiled.