Chapter 1
Standing in her second-story room at the rear of the convent, Sister Grace held open the white lace curtains so she could get an unobstructed view of Rex Meyer down in the alley. The arrogant young animal was unzipping his jeans, and Sister Grace couldn't help but shimmy her juice-slick inner thighs together under her white habit. She'd been waiting for Rex to arrive in his soot-belching garbage truck, so she'd intentionally left her panties off this morning. As Rex hauled the enormous flushed cock out of his fly, Sister Grace felt her heart race and her cunt contract. The pussyjuice gushed out of her like hot water, and in the alley below, Rex watered the gravel next to the garbage cans with his golden piss.
Sister Grace stifled a moan. Rex's cock made her think of the donkey-cocks she'd seen so many times during her girlhood on the farm. Rex's cock was surely as thick as a donkey-cock, and it hung like one, dangling out of his fly like salami. Sister Grace felt so hot and sexy and naughty suddenly that for a few moments she was a teenager again and her ten years of life in convent schools and convents had never happened. The hot juice gushed out of her pussy as she furiously contracted her smooth inner thighs against each other and squeezed together the hot lips of her pussy.
Rex was looking up at her, grinning. Rex, with his lion-like mane of thick yellow hair and his blue eyes that were so intense she felt them drawing her into them, drowning her in their blueness-Rex was gazing up at her with an expression so filthy and lust-filled that she knew without a doubt that the young stud was possessed by the pent-up energies of hell itself. He milked his cock, squeezing and stretching the rubbery prick, teasing her with it. Sister Grace watched the yellow piss-drops glide to the ground and splat on the gray gravel, watched Rex Meyer shake his heavy cock at her, and felt herself becoming dizzy and faint.
You're disgusting, Sister Grace, a part of her mind whispered. Yes, disgusting, another part of her mind answered. As disgusting as a common slut! That last thought increased her excitement. She writhed, thrusting her lust-inflamed loins, breathing so heavily she feared Sister Jocelyn might be able to hear her through the walls. The heat pulsed in her cheeks.
Rex Meyer unbuttoned his brown shirt, peeled it off slowly and flung it through the open cab window of the idling garbage truck. The muscles of his chest and shoulders bulged under his white skin as he picked up both cans by their handles and swaggered with them toward the back of the truck, his huge prick swaying back and forth, protruding from the fly of his skin-tight jeans.
Such muscular ass-cheeks, Sister Grace noted. And those thighs writhing underneath the faded blue denim-they made her heart flutter just to look at them!
Arms bulging massively, Rex dumped the contents of the cans into the rear of the truck. Then he swaggered back with them, dropped on the covers, and leered up at Sister Grace. His cock swelled, lengthened, straightened. It began to throb upward. Hands on his trim hips, Rex watched his big prick pump up to a full and forty-five-degree angle. Then he looked back up at Sister Grace, his tongue slowly wetting his lust-swollen lips, his cock throbbing with each beat of his heart. The cockhead looked enormous-purple and shiny. And thick blue veins were gnarled all along the ivory shaft. It was the biggest and most beautiful human cock Sister Grace had ever seen, and she thought she was going to die from looking at it.
The young bull wrapped his grease-grimed right hand around his prickshaft and began to slowly masturbate himself. His prickhead swelled even more, his piss-slit opening up and oozing a thick gob of clear fucklube.
Although Sister Grace was watching from her upper bedroom and across thirty feet of back lawn, she could see even the individual golden hairs on Rex's muscle-wrapped forearms, could see the dirt under his fingernails and the pinkish tips of his small brown nipples. Her lust strengthened all her senses. She could see as if she'd put on a pair of opera glasses.
Rex's large hand moved faster, his knuckles white, the veins and sinews of his fist nearly splitting through his skin. All the muscles of his arms and torso defined themselves as if cut out of marble. He leered up at her, continuing to lick his lips, beating his cock so fiercely that his fucklube dribbled out onto the garbage can cover as if he were actually coming. He wasn't coming, though, Sister Grace knew that. Even though she hadn't seen a cock ejaculate in ten years, she remembered vividly what it looked like. The cum was white and thick, and shot out in ropes and wads.
Shoot it, she urged silently. I want to see you come! She shivered, hot flashes sweeping through her body one moment, chills drilling through it the next. Shoot that stuff, she thought. Oh, please let me see it spurt! It's been so long. So long!
She remembered the farm boys she had watched beat off as a girl. She could still see their flying cum, could still feel it splat down on her naked body like molten wax, could still smell the exciting aroma of it, could still taste it-slimy and warm, salty and sweet, slightly peppery.
Rex arched backwards, his head thrown back, his loins thrust up at Sister Grace. His muscular young body shuddered. His loins jerked. His hand beat his cock so furiously that his fist was a blur. His cockhead resembled the biggest, ripest, purplest plum Sister Grace had ever seen! Then the jism spurted out of him, spurted almost straight up in the air, reached a peak nearly two feet above his cock and splatted down on top of the garbage can. His cum was so thick and heavy that Sister
Grace could hear it drumming down on the metal can lid.
Sister Grace wrapped her legs around each other, braced her hands against the sides of the window, bit her lips to keep from crying out as her own orgasm swept through her swollen, throbbing, dripping pussy. She felt the wonderful sensations slide though her legs, felt them whirl up through her spine, felt them gnaw and twist through her loins. She felt so good she could hardly stand it. Writhing on her feet, her vision slightly blurred, she rattled the window frame against which her hands were braced.
Down below, Rex finished up pumping the cum out of his enormous cock. He wiped the tip of his cock with his grubby fingers and smeared the sticky cum on the edge of the garbage can lid. He looked up again at Sister Grace and presented her with the extended middle finger of his right hand. Fuck you, he said. She could read his lips.
Sister Grace felt so weak she could hardly stand, but she managed to back away from the window and let the curtains swing shut. Leaning against the wall, she peered under the lifted edge of the curtain and watched Rex Meyer climb up into the cab of his garbage truck. He shifted the large white truck into gear and rolled off down the alley.
As Sister Grace tip-toed quickly down the w stairs, her half-filled wastebasket hugged in her right arm, she heard Sister Jocelyn call after her from the kitchen, "So late in getting up my dear? My, my, we can't tolerate laziness around here now, can we?"
"No, Sister." Sister Grace stepped quickly past the kitchen door and headed down the hallway for the back porch.
"Sister Grace, wherever are you going?"
"Out to empty my wastebasket, Sister."
"My, my," Sister Jocelyn called from the kitchen, "we're not only getting lazy, but irresponsible besides. You were to have emptied all trash last night. The garbage collector has already been here. Didn't you hear him? He was out there for the longest time. I was about to go out and speak my mind, but he finally left."
"I'll be back in a minute, Sister," Sister Grace said as she pushed open the back door.
"Well, hurry," Sister Jocelyn said. "Your breakfast is already cold, and mass starts in less than a half hour."
"Yes, Sister." Sister Grace lifted her skirt as she descended three steps to the sidewalk, then half-jogged to the garbage cans.
A heavy dew clung to the grass. The smell of blossoms and diesel exhaust hovered in the air. Far down the alley, the grinding and roaring and clanging of Rex collecting more garbage caused the dogs to bark as if they'd lost their minds. Sister Grace didn't bother to look down the alley. She emptied her wastebasket in one can, then hunkered down beside the other to inspect Rex's profuse cum-load.
The grayish galvanized metal of the garbage can lid was decorated with a few-dozen gobs, streaks, and droplets of whitish fluid. Sister Grace sniffed the fuck-juice, immediately dizzy from the scent of it. She dipped her finger into a puddle of cum and was disappointed to find that the stuff had already cooled. It was still thick, though, slimy and sticky. She brought her dripping finger to her lips and licked off the cum.
Delicious! She closed her eyes and savored the sweet, peppery taste of it. It was the same taste she remembered, the same taste as the cum of the farmboys. Cum still tasted the same to her even after ten years. Being careful not to let any part of her white habit or black veil dip into the cum, she leaned over the garbage can and began to lick up Rex's spilled jism.
She smacked her lips, slurped, the thick cum sticking to her lips, dripping from her tongue. She grinned and cooed as she sucked up the boy's fresh fuck-juice, almost giggled out loud. She was aware that if somebody caught her doing this they would surely call the nearest asylum. But her awareness of her crazy behavior failed to deter her. It made her cunt tingle and leak more juice.
She moaned, licking up every drop of fresh stud-jism she could lay her tongue on. And as she cleaned the cum off the garbage can lid she shimmied her pussylips together. She felt filthy, and evil, and out of her mind, but oh so good. So good!
The fire of orgasm swept through her loins for the second time in five minutes. Her toes curled inside her black shoes, her nipples quivered against the slightly scratchy fabric of her habit, and the juice gushed out of her cunt once again. She let herself moan out loud this time, and she clung to the top of the garbage can for support. She straightened up, checked her habit and veil for cum, and began her trek back to the convent and Sister Jocelyn.