Chapter 4
The next day was Sister Anne's day off, and she was glad to take a break. She wanted to get away from the orphanage, from the sight of the Mother Superior, from the sight of Brother Mark, and even from Ed, because she strongly felt the need to do some deep and soul-searching introspective thinking.
It was a beautiful blue skied day, and the weather was quite warm for the season, and Sister Anne's eyes swept the scene with something akin to happiness as the bus drove her into downtown Cool Valley. She walked by the park which ran alongside the river, listened to it gurgle and fall over the series of waterfalls that marked its course on its way to the mightier river below.
As she walked, Sister Anne forgot about the blue skies, and she listened neither to the birds singing nor to the sound of children playing and shouting, away in the distance. All that she heard were various inner voices, telling her this, telling her that, contradicting each other, but never hesitating to tell her something. They gave her a headache; she wished they had all gotten together in a conference beforehand to decide upon what to say. This was just too confusing.
There was the voice of her conscience talking, the voice which owed the most to her religious training and her principals. This was the voice whose words she had heeded the most over her lifetime so far, but today, although it spoke in the same forceful and self-assured tone, its advice seemed somehow less to the point, and more questionable.
"You have sinned," the voice told her in no uncertain terms. "What you have done is terrible. It is an affront both to God and to man. You must confess. You must repent. You must never do it again."
"The hell with that. It was fun, wasn't it? Wasn't it the best thing you've ever done? When" have you ever felt as relaxed, as released, as happy? Never! You know that as well as I do. So what could be wrong?" The other voice seemed more persuasive today than it had at any time before. Sister Anne nodded her head in agreement as she listened to it.
"It is the work of the devil," the voice thundered at her, fighting its way past her self-complacency. "It had fooled you and it will lead you to inevitable perdition."
"Remember what Eddie told you about the other nuns? The poor boy is scared out of his wits by the Mother Superior. It is she who has done wrong, not you."
"Oh you foolish girl, how can you doubt the goodness and piety of the Mother Superior, who has been as dear to you as any real mother can be? How can you?"
Sister Anne felt herself growing so distracted that she could no longer think. The voices inside of her head were growing louder, they were no longer talking to her but were talking only to each other. All that Sister Anne could hear was an incomprehensible cauldron of bubbling sound. It was as there was a war going on inside of her, and she found that she could no longer sit still. She had to move, had to go somewhere. Where, she did not know.
Sister Anne found herself walking, found her feet slapping the hard sidewalks in a quick cadence, clack clack clack, like a train, and she moved with the same mechanistic motion. She walked to think; she walked to keep from thinking.
The streets of Cool Valley seemed to blend together, Main Street, Fifth Street, Ardfort Avenue, all became one big blur to her, and although it was a small city in which she had lived for several years, Sister Anne soon found herself lost and could not even guess in which direction her destination, the bus stop, or the orphanage might lie.
Puzzled, and having reached no firm conclusion about anything, Sister Anne began to glance around, looking for someplace to rest. All she saw were rather cold looking buildings, an office building of the sort that might house sales departments of major firms, dentists, land speculators; some garages and a used car lot; one private residence with the windows boarded up; a used record store. One building, however, looked far more appealing than the rest on the block. For one thing, it was fronted by a large green lawn and was very well cared for, clean white clapboards, bright blue flower boxes and sashes, roses growing by the door. Outside of it was a wooden sign supported by a wooden pole, and the sign read, Center for the Study of Native American Religions.
Religions. That must refer to Indians. Sister Anne had always had an interest in other forms of religion, as she felt that any man's efforts to comprehend and to worship God must be in at least some way laudatory. But she had never had much of an opportunity to study other religions as her duties as a nun kept her very busy, and as the Church so firmly regarded itself as being the only true, the only worthwhile religion.
Sister Anne was so tired and bewildered that she figured that if she went inside, she could at least sit and rest and maybe have a cool drink.
Inside the place was quiet. There was a reception desk but nobody sat behind it. Puzzled, Sister Anne began to look around. She walked towards the back of the house, looking into all the rooms, because the doors were all opened.
It was a mess. Desks were littered with piles of papers, which lay also all over the floors. Masks and relics and costumes which she recognized as being Indian in origin, some Mexican, some obviously South American, some Eskimo, perhaps, or Tlingit. Interesting, but why was everything scattered about?
"Hello."
Sister Anne spun on her feet and saw a tall man who was looking at her and smiling. He was slightly dark skinned, rather copper in color, and she could see much of his skin because he was dressed only in a sort of loin cloth around his loins, and an embroidered vest over his chest. He had short black hair and his face, which was rather handsome and distinguished, if a trifle bird-like, was painted with an unusual design on red and blue inter-locking chevrons.
"Are you here for the conference?"
"The conference?" Sister Anne echoed, rather too perplexed and taken off her guard to say anymore.
"Yes. The conference on InterAmerican Religious Tribal Relations. At 4:30 in room 507."
"Yes I am," the Sister replied. Why not? It sounded interesting. Besides, she was very much interested in the man who stood before her. In appearance a man who had just stepped off of the Argentinian pampas, pursued by bolo throwing cowboys for drinking the blood of their steers, in voice he was an English don.
"Then follow me," he said, turning on his heels and leading the way up a spiral staircase.
Sister Anne followed, her eyes holding tight to the man's behind. She found him curiously attractive and noticed that a warm glow was beginning to spread amongst her cunt hairs.
They entered a room whose lights were out, and the only thing that Sister Anne could see was a stealthy glow coming from the front of the room.
"Come with me here," the man said, taking her hand in his and leading her. She heard the shuffling of feet, soft hushed coughing, felt the heat of and smelled the prescence of many people. Soon she found herself standing by the glow, which was a small fire. It lit up her face and made her visible to all in the room, while they, in the darkness, remained invisible to her.
"She has come," the man announced in a loud, precise scholarly voice, to the assembled multitude, "and let us bid welcome to this representative of the great Catholic faith!"
Loud applause rang out. Sister Anne turned around to see the man, and she saw that he was naked, his huge cock plusing in the ghostly glare from the fire.
She heard a whooshing sound, and suddenly, three other women were standing next to her. One was an Indian, one Black, and one an Oriental of some sort. All three were holding what appeared to be straw brooms, the kind that witches are often portrayed as riding upon, and one of them handed one of these instruments to Sister Anne. It had a very short handle. All three women were naked, although the Oriental girl, who was very lovely, with wide eyes and delicate little breasts, wore a golden crown upon her head that looked like it came from Bali or Java.
"The ancient Aztec ceremony will now begin," the man announced, and with that, cock still standing high and proud in the air, he began to leap around, jumping high in the air and flapping his arms all around. It seemed to Sister Anne that he was moving much like a bird.
All of this was very puzzling, but it became much more so when all of the girls began to thrash the man with their brooms. The lifted them high into the air, holding them by their short shaft which gave them excellent leverage and good control, and then brought them down hard on the man's body. He howled in pain, but was evidently not badly hurt, for his painful howls were just part of an odd song which he kept on singing while he danced, a song that was more of an animalistic chant than any real song. Plus the straw bristles were long and they really gave when they hit, so the blows were much muffled.
Sister Anne didn't know what to do. One voice told her to flee, but the other voice told her to stay, and it was this second voice which was the most persuasive, because she didn't know where to go, could hardly see anything, and certainly didn't want to go around stepping on people; she had no idea of what sort of people would be there, except that they would be strange. They might be violent for all she knew; it would certainly not be un-likely.
Plus she found herself growing unaccountably excited by all of this. The man's dick was so tall and strong looking that seeing it turned her on, and the music was hypnotic, as was his dance. She felt out of place because she was not taking part in it, although she was evidently meant to, and she also felt out of place because she was the only one who was wearing any clothing on stage and, for all she knew, perhaps in the entire room.
Impelled by that same inner voice, Sister Anne removed her habit and flung it behind her to stand on the stage absolutely naked. Her skin glowed with the red from the fire, and she looked every inch the Amazon warrior, proud and haughty her tall, shapely, luscious body easily the most attractive and awe inspiring sight there. She breathed heavily, overcome by the excitement, her breasts rising and falling along with her excitement.
The music pounded into her ears, drums played somewhere off stage, where she could not have said as all of her perceptions were becoming distorted and strange. She held the broom in her hands. The man jumped around. Raising it, she brought it down against his skin.
He shrieked with pain. She was afraid that she had hit and damaged his penis, but as he leaped around some more she could see that his penis was still there, still tall, still proud, happily bouncing, so emboldened by this sign, she hit him again, and again, and again.
Growing more and more excited, all four women leaped around on the stage, their breasts bouncing, their asses swaying. The Black girl was very tall and she had short frizzy hair that was soon coated with sweat. Her breasts were not so big as Sister Anne's, but they were impressive nonetheless, and her flanks were long and sinuous. She was the tallest of the four. The Indian girl was somewhat short, and very beautiful, with a full round face and smiling lips, black hair that made her look devilish, especially when she smiled wickedly and thrashed the man roundly with the straw. From the way she really seemed to be into it, Sister Anne judged that she at least was a real Aztec.
The music climaxed and suddenly ended, the man collapsed and lay on a heap on the floor. Before Sister Anne knew what was happening, all three of the women had dropped to their knees and surrounded the helpless dancer, who lay there panting for breath, totally winded and exhausted. It had been a long and violent dance. The Oriental girl began stroking the man's cock which had gotten soft, but now quickly got hard. The Black girl kissed him long on the lips, and the Indian massaged his chest.
Sister Anne felt out of place because she was the only one on the stage who was still standing, so she immediately dropped down too. The dancing and the ceremony had gotten her very excited, but what made her feel the best was that, for the first time all day, the voices had been stilled. It was as if the ceremony had been designed to exorcise them as, in a way, it had, for one of its purposes was just to get rid of all thoughts, and to prepare the way for pure sensual indulgence.
Sister Anne knelt to the floor and reached out, touching the man's thighs with her soft hands. The Oriental girl was sucking on his cock now and Sister Anne felt very jealous looking at her. The man's cock was huge, Sister Anne noticed this as she was so close to it now for the first time, and the little Oriental girl could not take all of its massive length into her mouth. Still, she made a good effort, and Sister Anne could see that the man was certainly enjoying all that she was doing to him.
Her whole head rose and fell along the shaft of his dick, and her eyes were intent on doing it, very serious and yet sensuous too, obviously getting off on it. She held the dick up in her small hand, with red fingernails that glowed from the fire, and then her tongue came out and flickered wildly all over the head of the dancer's cock.
Tired of stroking the man's thighs and looking for some more action, Sister Anne noticed that the black chick was veritably sitting on his face. While his tongue rapidly shot in and out of her cunt. Sister Anne felt her own cunt burning with anxious sympathy, for she could really imagine just how fine that felt to the lucky girl. The Indian was sucking the dancer's nipples. She wondered how he liked that.
So Sister Anne began to stroke his balls with her long fingers, enjoying the way they felt, so lined, like an old man's forehead, but also so strong. She imagined that she could feel the fluids moving around within them, getting ready to shoot into the Oriental girl's mouth. Lucky girl, she again thought.
She could hear sounds coming from the audience, although she was still unable to see anything. From what she heard it seemed to her that what was going on onstage was also going on throughout the room, one immense orgy. The thought of so much sexual activity going on throughout the room got Sister Anne so excited that she paused in her efforts to play with the dancer's balls and began to masturbate, her fingers digging rapidly against her cunt, one finger touching her clit, as her legs dangled waving over the edge of the stage.
This sight must have done the trick, and no surprise, for Sister Anne was quite a sight as she sat there playing with herself. Another man suddenly appeared in the glow of the fire, a tall man with copper skin much like the man who had conducted her to this place, and he ran over to Sister Anne with a big grin on his face.
"Huitlcoatl," He said, which meant nothing to Sister Anne, except that she figured it was the name of one of his gods. But she didn't care what he was talking about. He was naked as the day he was born and his cock was long and hard and that was enough information for her.
All the other girls who had been dancing were busily occupied with fucking or sucking the dancer, so Sister Anne decided to get busy as well. She opened her mouth wide and looked at the new man's dick. Smiling widely, pleased to see that the white girl was joining so well into the spirits of the proceedings, he grabbed his cock in one hand and directed it at Sister Anne's open and willing mouth.
She closed her lips upon the head of his cock. It tasted great, spicy yet with a very subtle aroma, as though he had scented it with rose hips.
Wrapping her arms around the man's waist, Sister Anne let her fingers play upon the healthy expanse of his firm ass, while her mouth sucked his cock with much fervour and passion. It tasted so good that-she tried to swallow as much of it as she could. First she had some difficulty in getting all of it down, and she gagged a little. The prick was just so long that for a moment she doubted whether it would really go down. But she did have such a compelling desire to swallow it all the way down that she figured it must be a natural desire, and if natural it must be possible. So Sister Anne drew her head back a little bit so she just had the tip of the man's cock in her mouth. She let her lips play fondly over this tip for a while, while she marshalled her energy for the greater effort to come. Her tongue flicked out and ran over the cock tip, producing lively sensations.
Then she thought that she was ready; she felt confident that she would be able to get it all down. After all: why not? With this healthy optimistic attitude, Sister Anne began to swallow his cock.
She used her tongue to guide the long shaft into her mouth, directing it just where her instinct told her it should go for easiest and fullest penetration.
The man-his name was Alfredo-gasped with pleasure as he felt more and more of his long cock sink into the beautiful woman's mouth. She was really the most beautiful woman there and he felt himself to be highly privileged to have her suck his cock. He never expected she would do such an expert, full hearted job on it: that was a kind of bonus, like gravy on his mashed potatoes.
Almost down now, Sister Anne thought to herself with pride and with joy. Incredible sensations shot throughout her body. She had never before fully realized the extent to which her mouth could accommodate itself in its, and her, eternal quest for sexual gratification. The penis filled up her mouth and her cheeks ballooned out with the muscular effort to swallow yet more of the amazingly long thing. Her tongue kept working to shove it further and further in.
"Uhhh!" Alfredo grunted with intense pleasure. He could feel all of her sweet and honey-like mouth working away on his sensitive cock, her cheeks expanding and contracting about the shaft, tasting it and squeezing it, providing all sorts of hot wet friction, which really fanned his flame, you bet.
Her fingers, remembering how fine Ed's fingers had felt when they had done the same to her just the night before, began to travel provocatively up the cleft between the man's asscheeks, touching him there with their soft knowledge, teasing him, getting closer ever closer to his asshole.
He plunged his dick in a little bit and felt it hit the back of her throat. Sister Anne felt triumphant, for this meant that the whole immense pole was now inside her mouth! She was ecstatic! She began to suck Alfredo's dick in earnest now, now that she knew that it would go all the way in, now she could really move her head around on it, without being afraid that it would go in wrong, or cause her to gag, or any other fear of that sort. They were banished immediately, all fears, leaving nothing behind but joy and increasing technical proficiency.
She fucked him with her mouth, moving it back and forth with increasing speed, her tongue flailing out in all directions, licking all up and down the length of his magnificent shaft, which soon glowed from excitement and with the moisture from her mouth.
Sister Anne's forefinger began to plunge into the man's asshole. He tensed up at first with sudden pain brought on more by surprise than by anything else, because this was surely something that he did not expect, like whipped cream poured on top of his gravy. But once he knew what the fine broad beneath him was doing, and he had time to feel it, to appreciate the sensuous pleasure of being fucked in the ass by her delicate little finger, then he went wild with renewed bursts of passion, and began to buck his pelvis forward, fucking her in the mouth.
Sister Anne's cunt was so hot and wet that it felt as though it was going to explode. She really wanted this man to fuck her, so she figured that if she hurried up and got him to shoot his load soon in her mouth, then he would be ready and willing to fuck.
"Uhhhh!" he moaned very loudly as Sister Anne increased the speed with which her mouth and tongue and lips were working away at his long shaft, bobbing her head up and down like a crazy woman. Then just for a change of pace she removed her head from his cock, looked at the long, pulsating penis for a second, just to admire its beauty, and then, holding the cock in her hands, holding it by its quite thick base, her tongue began to flicker wildly out of her mouth and to wash and kiss and lick it like an ice cream cone, one that was melting quickly so it had to be eaten quickly. Eat it quickly she did.
Alfredo grunted with intense satisfaction at all that she was doing to him. This was one hot broad. He could feel the pools of come gather and rise up the length of his cock, an accustomed journey and one which always produced in him the most intense feelings of pleasure, especially by anticipating how fine it would feel as soon as the come was released, and as he had an extremely long cock, it was a journey that took a fair length of time, giving him lots of opportunity to savour every part of it, to really bask in the warm glow which the journey of the come up the stem of his cock produced throughout his whole body.
"I'm coming! Oh, I'm coming!" he grunted and squealed, as he felt the come pause for a very brief instant right at the tip of his cock.
As Sister Anne heard this she again seized his cock with her lips and closed them tightly around his cock tip, determined this time not to let any of that precious creamy fluid escape through her lips but to preserve it all. She had heard that it was a sin to waste, and this was one fine substance which she definitely did not want to waste, but she wanted to swallow it all down just as she had swallowed down all of his cock, where it would warm up her belly, warm up her whole person and make her feel even sexier and crazier than she felt now.
"Aaaughhh!" he shouted as the come welled up and out of him and went shooting off into the attractive woman's willing mouth in geyser after geyser of white cream, scalding her with its psychic force as it flowed like hot lava down her throat and seemed to fill her stomach up. She had to work almost harder than before to keep it all inside her mouth, closing her lips tightly together to keep any of it from escaping, but she liked doing it for it brought all of her facial muscles into play, providing maximum contact between her lips and his cock, creating a very friction-full surface for his cock to travel across as it shot its load of come.
"Oh! That was good! Yeah!" Alfredo said, grabbing the girl and sinking down next to her on the floor. All the while she was sucking his cock he could see her body reflected in the red glow coming from the fire, and when her lips gave him time to think at all, the only thoughts that he found occuring to him concerned fucking her and touching her body all over with his eager hands, because she was just such a hunk of sexy womankind that he wanted her more than anything he had ever seen.
"Oh!" she moaned, as she felt Alfredo's lips close upon her right nipple. What a man he was! Her arms cradled his head as he commenced to show her what a real Latin lover could do. His tongue was all over her. It felt as though he had two tongues, three tongues, five tongues. Just as she thought that one of her breasts was about to dissolve like a lump of sugar from too much fervent tonguing, Sister Anne found that her other breast was equally soaked and ready to melt away. Truly, she began to feel as though her whole body was just one huge, seething mass of molten metal. Certainly her insides were that way, a cauldron of bubbling and boiling fluids.
And he was not content merely to suck on her tits; he had grander designs on her, all of which seemed to involve new parts of her body in new ways.
He got her down on the stage, lying there on the wrestler's mat, and began plunging his avid tongue onto her ear. It amazed her and struck her as a very bizarre thing to do. At first it tickled her, so she laughed and shook her head, trying to drive him away from her ears, thinking he was just teasing her, in a nice way of course. But he kept on running his long tongue around the soft part of her earlobe, and then he let it plunge into the middle of her ear very slowly, repeatedly, and she felt all hot and wet there and started to feel very good, real sexy. So she knew that he had just shown her still another erogenous zone. Better yet, the sensations which his tongue was producing there were so intense that she just knew they would prove to be so memorable that she would remember all about the ear and what it could be used for. No need to have a notebook.
"Oh, that feels so good," she cooed.
"I thought you would like it. Do it to me," he urged her, and she responded avidly, while Alfredo rolled around on the floor, loving it.
They bumped into another pile of people. It was the first dancer and his three girls, and they were really into some hot and heavy scenes, so much so that they barely noticed Sister Anne and Alfredo.
The dancer was fucking the black girl in her cunt while the Oriental girl, black hair full of moisture so that it gleamed in the firelight, was kissing the black girl's ass, while the Indian was avidly kissing and sucking the dancer's asshole, her mouth and her whole face virtually glued to his behind. Loud slurping noises erupted from various points about this configuration of love.
But Sister Anne and Alfredo were not jealous. Alfredo not even jealous at the dancer, whose name was Raoul, for they were old buddies, having three girls to Alfredo's one. Alfredo rightly considered Sister Anne the finest woman in the room, and more than a match for any three of the rest put together. No, he had no complaints.
Alfredo's fingers delved deeply into Sister Anne's cunt, feeling how soft and squishy she was down there, and how absolutely delightful. His throbbing prick urged him to get inside of her very quickly, and as it was Alfredo's invariable pursuit to always follow the dictates of his prick, he commenced to put it in.
Getting between her parted thighs, Alfredo directed his long cock at that holy opening between every woman's legs and began to shove it in.
Sister Anne groaned with intense passion and feelings of incipient satisfaction as she felt the long cock begin to cleave her cunt, and she opened her legs yet wider still to give it more room to get in, and for it to get in faster, for she felt a kind of curious itching rising to her consciousness from some place far back inside her cunt, an urging for the cock to get all the way in and touch bottom, a cry of pain and passion, a call for some much needed sexual attention, the kind of attention that could only be provided by the kind of hard masculine cock that was at that very second, like the hero in some old fashioned cowboy movie, on its way to the rescue.
"Oh, yes! Oh! Yes, darling! Give it to me! Oh, harder!" she called out.
The prick was all the way in, and now Alfredo commenced to use it. He pulled it out and Sister Anne gasped with the sudden fear that the prick would be leaving her, but it was an enjoyable fear, like one produced at a horror movie as opposed to one produced by a real horror, for she had faith that he had no intention of pulling his prick out, but was only pulling it back in order to drive it forward again. Which he did.
"Ooooh!" she grunted loudly as again the prick hit bottom, seeming to scrape some of the soft, mucous-like inner skin right away with the force of its harsh thrust.
Her arms wrapped tightly about the man's muscular body. As he moved forward and back she could feel the delightful and powerful force of his many muscles, all working together, like a well-oiled machine, a fucking machine.
Her legs raised themselves up in the air and wrapped about him as well, as Alfredo continued to fuck her with a passion, the exquisite joy of how it felt to have his dick buried inside of her fine juicy cunt written plainly all over his face for all to see.
"Oh! Oh! Oh my!" she exclaimed, as the feelings of sexual satisfaction just grew and grew. Just as she thought they were at their height and couldn't possibly go any further, just then she felt his hard masterful cock hit another part of her cunt, one which she had never before even realized that she had. It was truly amazing the things which Alfredo and his trust prick could do.
"Harder! Harder!" she urged him on, as if the demons had possessed her again. But it was only his prick which was at fault, the demons were all far away.
Next to them on the stage, the dancer Raoul was sucking the cunt of the Indian girl. Her head was thrown back wildly in a position of the utmost ecstasy. It was bent in a position which at any other time would surely cause her a fair bit of actual pain, for her body was being supported by her thighs being held in the man's grip as his head burrowed like an animal between her legs, his tongue kissing her all over her cunt. Her whole body curved backward in the air and her head almost touched the floor. It was really something to see.
The Black girl and the Oriental were making love to each other, locked in a 69 embrace, heads to each other's cunts, lapping and kissing and sucking with all of their feminine mights, and each doing a really fine job of turning on the other, if one could judge by the screams and moans of ecstasy that arose from each whenever they had a free mouth.
But Sister Anne didn't care what else was going on on stage. Elephants could have been fucking mules and she wouldn't have noticed. Nor would Alfredo. Alfredo usually had quite a cool head about, and was a real lover, so he knew how to play things cool, but in this case all of his cool was absolutely gone, for the raw vitality and feminine beauty of this woman was really driving him crazy, taking him absolutely beyond himself. He couldn't even have told you his name at several points during his hot bout with Sister Anne's willing flesh and hot, lustful body, which responded instantly to every move he made, and which created many of these same moves. They were locked together as an indissoluble whole.
Locked in a heated embrace, he kept pounding his load of meat into Sister Anne's quivering cunt, which gave for everything it received, as only a heated cunt can give. He felt exquisite pleasure attend every hard thrust of his cock, as her cunt walls contracted tightly about his prick and veritably oozed and shimmied around it, doing a kind of primitive dance to keep his cock entertained and merry. It has, in fact, been stated by various scholars who had studied such things that the entire art of dancing had its most basic origins with in the female body, in the movements of the cunt walls both during the act of sexual intercourse and also at the moment of giving birth. Neither Sister Anne nor Alfredo had ever heard of these theories, of course, but that did not prevent them from acting them out, as they were now doing.
"Harder! Fuck me harder! Oh! Yes!"
Sister Anne wanted more and more and more. She could not get enough of his mighty cock, no matter how hard he thrusted it into her, she wished he would do it harder.
Hard and fast, it kept on coming, hesitating only long enough to provide the rhythmic variation that makes every fuck an individual experience.
She clutched him as tightly as she could, her big tits rubbing all over Alfredo's sweating hairy chest. They felt so good there, so soft and juicy and resilient.
His cock moved backward and then plunged all the way in, and as it did so, Alfredo felt the dam burst.
"Eee-auggh!" he shouted as sperm began to shoot out of him. It flowed in a heavy and constant stream into the back reaches of Sister Anne's eagerly expectant cunt.
Sister Anne was not yet quite ready to come, even though she had been mercilessly pounded by his cock for quite some time now, plus had been really excited by the dancing, by the beatings with the straw, and by the acts of oral copulation which had been taking place. But she certainly appreciated receiving the man's hot come. It got her even more excited than she was already, and she bucked up and down lewdly, twisting her entire body from side to side in an excess of lust, loving every second of it.
Alfredo's cock kept on jerking and shooting his come into her, and then suddenly it plopped out. Still shooting come, the cock jerked upward in the air and both watched as the creamy fluid flew high into the air, landing in hot globules on Sister Anne's thighs and on her wasp-like waist and on her quivering belly, hot and sexy. Her fingers reached down and touched the come in wonder and with pleasure, and she happily rubbed it all over her excited flesh, feeling the softness and the heat of it, how sticky it was. She loved it because it accompanied the act of fucking and as thus associated in her mind with one of the greatest pleasures which she had ever known.
"Oh, yeah," Alfredo said, "so good. You're a real honey, you know that? I could fuck you all day, all week, hell, even for a month." He smiled at her sweetly as he said this.
"Yummmm," she responded, her hands touching his cock and jerking it upward. She still had an orgasm coming, and she wanted something to help it along.
"It might take a few minutes," he admitted ruefully. "That was really one hell of a workout you gave me, young woman."
"Oh, I need it! I need your prick inside me! I need it now!" She said it with such intensity in her voice that Alfredo knew that something had to be done, and soon, too. She kept on jerking his cock up and down with her fingers desperately. This told Alfredo that she was getting ready to come, cock or no cock, so she had better get one soon if she were to experience the maximum benefits.
So, never being a jealous man, Alfredo turned to the audience, an audience which, blanketed as it was in almost total darkness, Sister Anne had forgotten it was there. He asked, "Would one of you gentlemen like to come up here and fuck this young lady for a few moments? Just until I ... ahem...." he was too embarrassed to refer any more to the temporary infirmity of his prick, which lay there limpid and still.
There was a rapid stir from the audience, and Sister Anne suddenly blushed to realize that hundreds, if not more, people had actually been watching, with intense interest no doubt, her performance.
But her embarrassment did not last for long, for it was rapidly overcome by sexual longings and desires as she saw three tall men approach the stage.
"Just one," Alfredo said, ever the maestro. He pointed to the tallest and best-looking of the men, a handsome mulatto of Caribbean extraction. "You."
The man leaped eagerly onto the stage. His long dick immediately began to grow to its full erect size, and Sister Anne's eyes were hypnotically drawn to it. She watched it grow large with fascinated wonder, for seeing a man's dick grow from a small thing to something huge, and all by itself, too, was still something new enough to her experience to be endlessly fascinating.
"Wonderful," she breathed.
"You are too," the new man said, "you're the best woman I've ever seen."
That was nice, but Sister Anne had no time for compliments. Her cunt was giving her no rest. It demanded a cock, and demanded one now.
She spread her legs wide and the man came to her, holding his dick in his hand. Within seconds, knowing her passion, he had slipped it right in. And as soon as he got it in he commenced to fuck her.
This too was something new in Sister Anne's experience, to be fucked in rapid succession by two different men. They fucked her the same way, sort of; in and out, that sort of thing. But she was surprised to notice how different each of them felt, how different their pricks felt, and their mode and style of operation as well, this too affected her physical sensations. Now Alfredo had been quite different from young Ed, but since those two acts had taken place at a distance in time and space from each other, it was harder to precisely gauge the difference. Not that Sister Anne was much inclined to rate any of her new lovers, for they all made her feel great, and she loved young Ed so much that she just couldn't imagine anyone making her feel better; there was a large psychic component to her, or to anyone's pleasure, that rules out absolute quantitative judgment. But here she could certainly appreciate two different styles of fucking, and enjoy them both. It was a true education.
As this new man fucked her his hands grabbed both of her tits at once and squeezed them rhythmically. It was her tits that had done the most to attract him to her, and that had instantly compelled him to race up to the stage as soon as he had heard Alfredo's kind offer. He got off on big breasts.
His strong fingers surrounded Sister Anne's nipples and played with them incessantly, and Sister Anne felt churning sensations rise in her breasts and shoot from there throughout her entire person, like rapid-fire machine gun bullets ripping through her interior flesh.
Then he started to suck her tits, and she liked that even more, his big lips sucking her nipples and her aureoles as deeply into his mouth as he could imagine, and his tongue then running out all over the nipples, drenching them and getting them hard and pointed, like knives.
"Yes! Oh, yes! Yes!" was all that Sister Anne could say, as his hard cock kept driving into her.
He was in a strange position, motivationally speaking, for he wanted to give her pleasure but on the other hand he wanted to keep on fucking her, and he knew that if he gave her too much pleasure she would come right away, and he had just started fucking her, after all.
But he was a nice guy, and realized that his desires, however strong they might be, and they were in fact quite fierce, were wholly secondary to the pleasure of this woman, for she was the star of the show, the star of the whole evening, and he had been brought up there solely as an aide, as a person hauled out of the audience, as on a TV variety show, for minor interest, for a few laughs, to show the folks at home that the stars of the show are real people, too. He had, in short, a very subsidiary role to play, which might be enjoyable, but must not be allowed to take over.
Having decided this, his course was set. His cock rode in and out of her with renewed fury, and it was with a sense of intense gratification that he felt her cunt clasp his cock spasmodically as an orgy of pleasure passed across her features, and to hear her hoarse sexual grunts and shouts.
"Ahhhh! Ahhh! Ahhh-Eeee!"
Her face contorted with pleasure as her body writhed uncontrollably from side to side. Her orgasm had her now, and as it held her in its firm grip, it held, too, the attention of every eye in the house. All other action had stopped to witness this stupendous scene. Sister Anne was like a woman possessed, and her shouts were loud enough to reach heaven, loud enough to raise the dead.
Her coming so excited the man that he, too, began to quiver all over, and then his cock shot its load right into her quivering essence, which only served to make Sister Anne come the more, convulsed with wave after wave of lewd lust. Then she collapsed and immediately passed out, short-circuited by too much pleasure too soon.