Chapter 9
Sister Grace sat at the breakfast table in what felt like a drunken daze. She hadn't felt like this except maybe once before-that time when the three farmboys got her drunk on homemade wine and taken her out in the woods and fucked their teenaged cocks raw in her insatiable young cunt. Afterwards, they had stumbled home through the woods, leaving her naked on a bed of colored autumn leaves with their cum running out of her cunt like paste. She'd lain there stretched out for a long time, feeling the same way she did on this morning-dizzy, weak, relaxed, dazed, and super-horny.
She hadn't had any wine to make her feel this way this morning. All she'd had was that dildo-vibrator up her cunt all night long, all she'd had was one orgasm after another all night long. And now she felt drunk, and her cunt wouldn't stop throbbing and leaking. She was wetting her bathrobe with cunt-juice as she sat here across the breakfast table from Sister Jocelyn, who was reading the morning paper and sipping coffee and paying Sister Grace no attention whatsoever.
Sister Grace had the weird feeling that she and Sister Jocelyn were a husband and wife who had just climbed out of bed after their morning fuck and were now relaxing at the breakfast table in their bathrobes. Sister Jocelyn was the husband who was contentedly sipping his coffee in silence after a satisfying fuck, and Sister Grace was the wife, dazed from the good fucking and still tingly all over.
It hadn't happened quite like that, of course. Sister Jocelyn had barged in the door early and had pulled the lifeless vibrator out of Sister Grace's cunt, then shoved it in her mouth and sucked off Sister Grace's pussyjuice. The vibrator had stopped humming, it's batteries finally going dead, shortly before
Sister Jocelyn had arrived, so Sister Grace's cunt was still steaming when Sister Jocelyn had suddenly plunged her face between Sister Grace's thighs to eat her out while mashing her own dripping crotch against Sister Grace's face.
They'd sixty-nined to grunting orgasms before Sister Jocelyn had untied Sister Grace and the two of them had come down to breakfast in their bathrobes, neither of them saying a word. Sister Grace realized how weird and different this scene was from what she was used to at the breakfast table, but she felt too weak and dazed to dwell on it. She munched her cornflakes and from time to time shimmied her juice-slick thighs together.
Strange, she mused, that the more times she came, the more she felt like coming. It had always been that way with her. The more she'd gotten fucked as a teenager, the more she'd craved getting fucked. The boys had called her a nympho, and now she realized that they'd been right-she was an insatiable slut.
She munched her cornflakes loudly, hoping the noise she was making with her mouth would drown out any noises that came from between her legs as she squeezed her legs together and worked her juicy cuntslabs against each other.
Sister Jocelyn glanced up from her newspaper. "Sister Grace-"
A bellowing roar vibrated the timbers of the convent.
"What in the name of God?" Sister Jocelyn said, slamming down her coffee cup and getting up from the table.
The roaring stopped and a dull throbbing vibration rattled the walls of the building. Sister Grace knew immediately that the vibrations were being caused by the idling of a truck motor out in the alley, and she knew without a doubt that the truck was Rex Meyer's garbage truck. She heard the back door of the convent open and she realized that Sister Jocelyn had left the kitchen and was marching outside to confront Rex. Her heart thudded and her stomach contracted with anxious twinges.
She sat there about a minute, straining her ears for sounds of the confrontation. She heard Sister Jocelyn begin to shout, but the mother's superior's words stopped abruptly. She heard what sounded like gruff cursing. The voice was deep, undoubtedly the voice of Rex. Then there was silence, silence except for the insistent throbbing of the truck engine.
The throbbing vibrations came up through her chair and tickled her ass. She clamped her legs together, wondering for a moment whether that vibrator wasn't still inside her. Her pussy throbbed in rhythm with the vibrations coming from outside. Her cunt lips tingled. It surely wasn't right, but she cared more about her itchy cunt than about what was going on outside. For a few moments she completely forgot that Sister Jocelyn was out there confronting Rex.
She got up finally and padded to the back door, tightening the belt of her bathrobe along the way. She was naked underneath the robe, and warm juice trickled down her inner thighs. Except for the itching and throbbing between her legs, she felt little else. She wondered if maybe all those orgasms she'd writhed through last night hadn't somehow short-circuited parts of her brain and nervous system. She pushed the back door open and stepped out into the pink light of dawn.
"There she is! Get her!"
Before Sister Grace had the chance to brace herself, the two teenaged boys were all over her. Rex clapped his hand over her mouth, loosening a few of her teeth. A tall boy, whom Sister Grace knew as one of her former students, but whose name she couldn't immediately recall, shoved a filthy yellowed jockstrap into her mouth as Rex released his hand, then tied a long tube-sock around her head to hold in the jockstrap.
Rex thrust his rough hand down into her robe and wrenched her tits until she thought she was going to pass out. When he pinched her nipples, the cunt-juice streamed out of her like hot piss. The other boy thrust his hand up under her robe and clawed at her cunt.
"Jesus Christ, she's juicier than your punk sister," the tall boy said.
"No way," Rex said, rubbing his hand up and down her belly. His grubby palms felt like sandpaper.
"Well, feel 'er, for christsake, if you don't believe me."
Rex shoved his hand down between Sister Grace's legs. "Shit! I don't believe it!"
"Let's fuck the shit out of her right here," the tall boy said, breathing heavily. "I can't wait, man."
"Come on," Rex said. "This ain't the place, man. It'll be safer and wilder out of town."
"Shit!" the tall boy said. He bent over suddenly and grabbed Sister Grace's legs while Rex grabbed her under the arms.
They hauled her to the truck then as if she were some kind of sack, and when they reached the truck, they dropped her into the rear garbage hopper on top of Sister Jocelyn. Sister Grace was grateful that Sister Jocelyn was already there to pad her fall.
Rex reached down and took hold of her wrists while the tall youth quickly bound them with rough twine. Then they bound her legs, and Sister Grace found herself bound and gagged and lying on top of a grunting, squirming Sister Jocelyn. Sister Grace found her face pillowed against one of Sister Jocelyn's hot naked tits and caught a glimpse of the glaring gray eyes of the fuming mother superior before everything went dark. The boys had covered the hopper with a large canvas or something.
Sister Grace breathed in the stench of garbage. In the perfect darkness she was aware more than ever of the foul smells and of the grinding vibrations of the truck engine. She closed her eyes, trying to shut out the darkness. As the engine bellowed and the truck started to roll, she found herself bouncing against the iron walls of her prison, and she tried to roll herself up into a ball to protect her head. Beneath her, Sister Jocelyn was bucking like a fish out of water.
The ride lasted forever. When the truck finally stopped, Sister Grace was barely conscious. She'd knocked her head against steel more times than she could count, and the severe bouncing of the truck had knocked her insides loose and the wind out of her lungs. The canvas was suddenly torn off the hopper and the fierce light of the climbing sun poured into Sister Grace's eyes and she clenched them shut again.
"Let's get this garbage unloaded," Rex said.
The boys were merciless as they dragged the two nuns out of the hopper by the hair and flung them onto stony ground. Sister Grace was almost too senseless to know what was happening anymore, but as her robe was ripped off her and the jagged rocks cut into her soft flesh she started to whimper. It hurt. They were hurting her. They ripped Sister Jocelyn's robe off next.
The boys were both stark naked, having apparently undressed before uncovering the hopper, and their stood throbbing like menacing bludgeons. Fucklube dripped from the tip of Rex's huge cock and Sister Grace watched the big prick throb, salivating. Her cunt throbbed with a renewed heat. She began to tingle all over, her naked skin flushed.
Fuck me, she wanted to say. Do it to me. She squirmed on the cold rocky ground, her cunt leaking hot juice.
"Which one we gonna take care of first?" the tall boy asked, and Sister Grace recognized him at last as Peter Rivers. He'd been such a well-mannered and serious student in school! It was hard to believe what he was doing now.
"The big one," Rex said, stroking his dripping cock backhanded. "Once we take care of the big bastard we can enjoy ourselves on the hot little bitch. I always like to save the best for last."
Sister Grace lay panting on the ground, her cunt throbbing madly as she watched the two naked studs drag Sister Jocelyn back up on the hopper and throw her torso, face-forward, down into it. Sister Jocelyn groaned, only her legs and her big full ass hanging out of the hopper. The boys untied her ankles and spread her legs. Sister Grace could see up into the mother superior's gaping red cunt. It was just juicy enough despite the big nun's gagged protests.
Rex pinched Sister Jocelyn's ass, leaving purple grooves in the smooth assskin. Sister Jocelyn moaned, kicking out. Rex rammed his cock between her cuntslabs, gripped her hips and thrust forward. His huge dripping prick appeared to be sucked up into the juicy cunt. Sister Jocelyn's toes clawed at the stony ground as Rex screwed every thick bit of his cock into her. The muscular stud began to pound her.
"Rip off her gag so I can hear her squeal," Rex said, driving his cock in and out. He tossed his head from side to side, reveling in the sensations of his fucking. His yellow hair flopped this way and that.
"You bastard!" Sister Jocelyn snarled as the gag was torn off. Then she panted as if trying to catch her breath. "I'll kill you, you Godless demon, I swear it!"
Rex ground his cock into her, scoured her ass with his rock-hard abdomen. He fucked into her so hard that his knees cracked against the steel of the hopper. "I'll kill you!" he growled. "I'll fuck ya to death!" He let out a roaring bellow and rammed into her furiously, whacking her ass with his belly, fucking the juice out of her pussy until it ran down her legs like a creamy glue.
"Goddamn you!" Sister Jocelyn screamed, her shrieking voice echoing in the garbage hopper. "You filthy male! Oh, Mother Mary help me."
Rex gasped. "Jesus Christ!" He yanked his cock out of her. It dripped cunt-juice, throbbing wildly. "Your turn," he panted, stepping aside so Peter could take his place. "Fuck, damned near lost it."
Peter stepped up behind Sister Jocelyn immediately and buried his long cock up the mother superior's ravaged cunt. He arched back and let out a satisfied groan as his eight-inch prick disappeared inside the woman.
"Fuck the guts outa her," Rex said. "Fuck that mother good."
Peter gripped the nun's hips and began to bang her, slicing his long cock in and out like a gleaming sword. The muscles of his long back undulated and writhed as he fucked her.
Sister Jocelyn panted, gasped and moaned, banging her head from time to time against the steel walls of the hopper, pounding her fists, digging her toes frantically into the stony ground under her feet.
The boys had taken the two nuns to an abandoned quarry up in the hills outside of town. They were on the floor of the quarry and Sister Grace couldn't figure out how the truck had entered it. She had the impression they were on the floor of a deep, yellow-walled canyon with no means of escape.
Rex stepped over Sister Grace and twisted his big toe into her cunt. Sister Grace saw stars for a moment as the itchy feelings swirled through her pussy. The hot juice dribbled out of her.
"Christ, you're the juiciest bitch I've ever seen!"
Rex bent over and yanked the sweat sock off Sister Grace's head. He then pulled the wadded jockstrap out of her mouth. He straightened back up and worked a few more of his horny-nailed toes into her juicy cunt.
"Yeah, juiciest bitch I ever seen. Gonna enjoy grinding my prick in that slime-hole of yours."
Do it, Sister Grace thought. Do it now. But she held her tongue, knowing that it wouldn't pay to open her mouth. There was no telling what Rex might do. It was best to keep her mouth shut and to go along silently with whatever the young bull demanded.
Rex clawed at the tender meat of her cunt, driving Sister Grace to the verge of screaming. She bit the inside of her mouth. The combination of pleasure and pain was nearly unbearable.
"Lick them toes," Rex said, having pulled his foot out from between Sister Grace's cunt-slabs and jamming his juice-dripping toes at her mouth. "Lick between 'em. Lick off the juice. Then suck on em." He stuffed her mouth with his toes, cutting her upper lip with his toenails.
Sister Grace tasted blood and cunt juice and sweaty toes. She darted her tongue between the big digits, cleaning off the cunt slime and sweat. Then she sucked on the toes, trying not to breathe so she wouldn't gag.
"Shit, feels damn good," Rex said, wriggling his toes in her mouth. His cock flexed up and down to the rhythm of her toe-sucking. Hot male fuck-lube fell on her face like gobs of hot wax.
Sister Jocelyn shrieked as Peter pawed her cunt. She panted as if she'd just finished racing the quarter mile.
"Jesus Christ, she's coming!" Peter muttered. "Holy fucking shit, man, her cunt's gonna rip my cock right out. Oh, fuck!"
Sister Jocelyn grunted, her legs shivering as the spasms shook her loins. "Oh my!" she gasped. "Oh my God!"
"The fucking bitch!" Rex growled.
He grabbed Peter's ass and flung Peter aside, yanking Peter's cock out of the mother superior's clutching cunt. Then he reached down into the hopper and ripped Sister Jocelyn up out of it by the hair, dropping her on the ground in the middle of her orgasm.
The big nun wrapped her legs around each other and shimmied them together madly, her toes curled under, her face flushed and contorted from the sensations flooding her body.
Rex squatted over her and sat on her face, rubbing his sweaty asscrack against her nose and mouth. "Eat it, bitch, lick it! Clean out my ass-hole or I'll crush your fucking head."
Blubbering, her legs still vibrating with the last of her orgasm, the helpless woman ate Rex's ass, munched on it loudly.
"Get your tongue up in the ass-hole, bitch! Eat it out!" Rex ground his asscrack down over the helpless nun's face. "Yeah, slide it all the way in. Tongue-fuck my ass, you shit-eating slut!"
Peter hunkered down and untied Sister Grace's ankles. He rolled her onto her back and told her to spread her legs wide. He leaned close and studied her steaming cunt, jerking himself off slowly.
Sister Jocelyn began to choke. Rex gave her some air by lifting up his ass, then settled his hairy balls on her mouth and ordered her to lick them clean. She licked all over the big nuts and all around them, cleaning up the young stud's crotch. Rex stuffed his nine-inch cock into her mouth, then rammed it down her throat.
The spit bubbled out of Sister Grace's mouth, running down her cheeks and neck like cunt-juice running out of a cunt and down legs. The nun choked on Rex's thick and super-long cock, gagged as the big cock pumped in and out of her throat. Her lips were stretched so wide around the veined cock that they looked as if they would tear.
"Eat that cock!" Rex moaned, fucking the nun's throat, wiggling his ass and grinding his cock in and out of her flushed face. "Oh, fuck, it feels so good! Jesus Christ!" He pulled his cock out and gripped it by the base of the shaft. "Man, almost lost it." The fuck-lube bubbled out of his cock and dripped all over Sister Jocelyn's face.
The big nun panted. Sister Grace had never seen Sister Jocelyn look so helpless, had never heard her so quiet. It was as if the ruthless young studs had fucked all the fight out of her, all the strength.
Rex slid down until he was sitting on Sister Jocelyn's abdomen. He grabbed her big tits, clawing them, pinching them, yanking on the nipples as if he were going to pull them off.
"Goddamn you!" Sister Jocelyn whined, writhing against the sharp rocks underneath her. "You fucking devil!"
Rex slapped her across the face, then backhanded her across the face again. "Get the fish-line," he snapped at Peter. "Now!"
Peter ran to the cab of the truck and was back in seconds with a spool of fishing line and some scissors. He cut off about three feet of line and handed it to Rex.
Rex slid down and forced Sister Jocelyn's legs apart. "Pugh, smells like fish around here," he said, wrinkling his nose while he made a loop at one end of the line.
Peter squatted next to him and held apart Sister Jocelyn's cuntslabs by the blonde fur. Forcing the skin back off Sister Jocelyn's clit with his left hand and making the purple pleasure-bud stand out like the tip of a little finger, Rex lassoed the straining clit with the loop of fishing line and pulled the loop tight. He then tugged on the line, stretching Sister Jocelyn's clit. Peter released the cuntslabs.
"Caught me a fish," Rex said, yanking on the line as Sister Jocelyn writhed, her eyes rolling. Then he stood up and pulled hard on the line.
"Please stop!" Sister Jocelyn whimpered. "Oh God, please!" She bucked her loins up and down each time Rex yanked on the fishing line.
Rex chuckled. "Look at that bitch move like it, bitch, huh, like it?" He jerked rapidly on the fishing line, making Sister Jocelyn flop around on the ground like a fish out of water, the tears bubbling out of her eyes and washing over her contorted features.
"Should I yank her fucking clit right off?" Rex said to Peter. "I've about stretched it an inch already."
Peter shrugged, pumping on his cock, his fuck-lube plopping onto the dusty stone.
Sister Jocelyn's eyes rolled back, her toes clutching at the stone. Peter reached down and twisted on her purple nipples, and suddenly she was shuddering again, spastic vibrations gripping her cunt and highly arched body.
"Eeeeeeh!" Sister Jocelyn squealed. "Ahhhh, fuck!"
"Jesus fucking Christ!" Rex said. "She's fucking coming again. Clit's jerking on the line like some goddamned nibbling minnow." He jerked sharply and rapidly on the line, causing Sister Jocelyn to screech. Juice dripped out of the spasming nun's cunt and pelted the ground underneath her raised ass.
Sister Grace couldn't stand watching this anymore. She thrust her bound hands between her legs and clawed at her raging cunt.