Chapter 4
On the following afternoon Sister Grace was hoeing the convent garden when she heard the rumbling growl of a large truck somewhere down the alley. Her heart lodged in her throat for a moment, for her first thought was that it was Rex Meyer's garbage truck. As hot as she was for the boy, she was also terrified of him. Day-dreaming about him while she masturbated, or watching him jack off from the safety of her bedroom window-these things were all right. But she really didn't think she'd ever have the guts to confront him. He was such an intimidating young man, and besides, she was a nun. Fantasy and secret masturbation she could get away with, but she couldn't get away with having a lover.
The noise of the truck was getting closer, the vehicle apparently lumbering slowly up the narrow alley. The breeze carried its diesel exhaust to Sister Grace's nose and she tried to hold her breath. She kept on hoeing, not bothering to look up, not wanting to look up. It surely wasn't Rex Meyer's garbage truck. He'd collected the garbage only yesterday morning. It was probably some sort of delivery truck, perhaps a moving van. She didn't have time to concern herself with it. She had to get her hoeing done and get supper started before Sister Jocelyn returned from her committee meeting.
The truck came growling from behind the neighbor's garage, rolled into view, belching its filthy exhaust. Sister Grace could sense it there-a huge hulk of steel-but she was determined to ignore it. She was irritated by it. It had destroyed the peace and quiet and sweet air she so enjoyed when she gardened. If she just ignored it, it would be past in a few moments.
The truck's air-brakes blasted and steel clanged against steel. Sister Grace knew immediately that the truck wasn't going to go away. It had come for her. Her heart lodged once more in her throat and she could hardly swallow. She refused to look up, hoeing furiously. Ffer heart slid once more into her chest and pounded her breastbone like a wild fist.
"Hey Sister! Wanna go for a ride, Sister?" The driver reved the engine of his truck, making it roar like a monster.
Sister Grace looked up. Rex Meyer, shirtless and grinning, was leaning toward her out the window of his truck. His biceps bulged massively as he rested his elbows on the window sill. Dropping her hoe, Sister Grace stumbled toward him, waving her arms and calling weakly, "Quiet, please! Please don't shout."
"Hop in, Sister," Rex said, gunning his engine again.
"Don't. Please don't do that."
Rex threw his door open and jumped out, his scuffed brown boots sliding on the gravel. His threadbare jeans were stained with black grease, as were his large hands.
"Turn it off," Sister Grace pleaded, going for the ignition key. She started to scramble up into the cab of the big truck.
Rex grabbed her ass, assisting her. She put her heeled shoe square against his chest and pushed him away at the same moment that she managed to turn off the ignition. The moment the motor died, the silence was deafening. Sister Grace slid back to the ground, her ears ringing.
"Hey, what's the idea?" Rex said. "Thought you wanted to go for a ride."
Sister Grace faced him, trying to brush some of the dust from the seat off her white habit. She dreaded to think of the grease stains on her ass where Rex had grabbed her. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice shaky. "You misunderstood. I can't go for a ride with you. I turned off the truck because I didn't want it to attract any attention."
She inspected her habit nervously, not daring to look up into Rex's eyes.
"Well, I'll be damned," Rex said. "I thought for sure you'd wanna go for a ride with me up in the hills where we could-"
"Please don't say another word," Sister Grace cut in. "It's out of the question."
She tried to sneak between Rex and the open door, but Rex side-stepped and blocked her way. He'd apparently finished up his work day only minutes ago, and the accumulated sweat of an entire day of hard labor was still clinging to him.
His hands reached for her shoulders, but she quickly backed away. "Don't touch me, please!"
"Well, I'll be fucking damned!" Rex said.
"Didn't think you'd act like some damned little teasing bitch."
"Please don't speak like th ... that, Mister Meyer."
Rex chuckled insolently. "Hey, lady, I ain't no fucking punk at fucking Saint Francis High School no more, and a bitch nun like you's got nothing more to say about how I talk or what I do. Don't forget that, dizzy bitch."
His hands went to his fly and his zipper shrieked as he ripped it open. He yanked open the snap of his jeans. His big hand reached inside and he hauled out his cock and balls. His balls were bigger than golf balls, and his cock, though only half-hard, appeared to be at least eight inches long. He apparently hadn't washed in a while, for his sweaty, musky aroma hit Sister Grace like a hammer.
"Rex," she whispered, her cunt lips swelling, the hot juice dribbling into her panties. "Rex, please put that away."
Rex laughed, stroking his cock, making it harden and swell even more. His balls shifted in their thick-skinned sac. He let go of his cock and it stood out from his loins, its head swollen to the size of a big juicy apple. The veins along its ringed shaft bloated hugely.
"Oh, Rex, please," Sister Grace pleaded. She was so hot she could hardly stand up. Her pussyjuice began to trickle out from under her panties and to leak down her thighs.
Rex's nostrils dilated. It was as if he could smell her. He leered at her. "You bitch nun! I oughta rip off them silly clothes of yours and bend ya over. Ya'd squeal like a stuck pig when I got this here fuck-rod in ya." He twanged his cock with his grimy index finger.
His prick had to be nine inches long, Sister Grace estimated. Oh, and what a beautiful nine inches! Her mouth watered at the sight of it.
"Rex," she whispered, swallowing. "Be sensible, Rex. Somebody might see you like that. Let me go. Please!" She tried to step to the other side of him, but he blocked her way immediately, placing his hands on his lean hips and fanning out his muscle-bulging arms.
Without touching his cock, he flexed it, made it wiggle up and down. A drop of clear fucklube appeared at its tip and bulged from its open piss-slit. The sunshine glinted off the thick tear.
"Taste it, bitch," Rex said. "Go on, get your juicy lips around it. I can tell you're going ape-shit over my hot cock. Go down on it, bitch-baby. Come on, you fucking little slut." He put his hand on top of Sister Grace's head and pushed down.
Sister Grace couldn't resist, didn't want to resist. She went down on her knees, grinding her white habit into the gravel beneath them. The sweaty scent of Rex's cock and balls made her dizzy. She could feel the heat of the boy's huge prick on her cheeks. The hot cuntcream bubbled out of her, saturating the crotch of her panties, dribbling down her inner thighs. She was a mess between the legs and felt so uncomfortable down there that she wished she could tear off all her clothes and be free of them forever.
Rex held her veiled head in both his hands and mashed her nose and lips against his balls. "Clean 'em up, slut. Lick off the sweat."
Whimpering with fear and excitement, Sister Grace began to nibble on Rex's balls. She was trembling so hard that if Rex hadn't been holding on to her head she would have toppled over. Her mouth opened wide and closed around Rex's huge left nut. She lapped at it hungrily, spit leaking out of her mouth. She could feel vibrations from the big nut penetrating her lust-swollen lips.
"Oh, you're good," Rex whispered. "You're real good. You done this before, I can tell. Pete was right about you. You're a ball-licking, cock-sucking bitch. Ain'tcha, Sister, ain'tcha?" Rex twisted on her nose until tears filled her eyes. "Now lick the other one, hot stuff."
Sister Grace quickly swallowed the boy's right ball and bathed it with her tongue. She salivated profusely, dribbling spit on her habit. The sweaty taste of teenaged balls filled her mouth and she swallowed. Rex's cock pounded against her nose and forehead.
"Now eat the cock," Rex said. "Go down on the cock. Gimme a good blow-job. Come on, you cock-sucker. Come on." He pinched her cheek and she whined.
Holding her head with his left hand, his fingers clutching at the top of her veil, Rex used his right hand to whop her back and forth across the face with his cock. The blows to her jaws jolted her and she tasted blood as her teeth cut the inside of her mouth.
"Please," she whimpered. "Please, Rex."
Rex rammed his cockhead against her mouth, nearly loosening her front teeth. She opened her mouth and Rex rammed his cock down her throat. She thought she was going to choke to death.
"Eat it, you bitch," Rex growled. "Suck it, suck it!" He hauled his cock back a few inches and air rushed into her straining lungs.
Stunned, her eyes burning with tears, Sister Grace did her best to suck Rex's enormous cock. She tasted cock and sweat and blood. She wriggled her tongue against the underside of the meaty prick, sucked with her lips and cheeks. Rex rammed his cock down her throat again and she gagged.
"Feels good," Rex mumbled. "Looks good, too. My big prick stuffed in your slut-face. I got it way down your holy throat, don't
I, Sister, don't I?"
Sister Grace moaned, trying to shake her head, trying to show the boy that she was cooperating with him fully. Except for the raging heat in her pussy, she felt somewhat numb all over. She could hardly think. All she was fully aware of was Rex's enormous slab of hard cockmeat stuffed in her mouth and down her throat, of Rex's complete domination over her.
Rex had her by the edges of her veil now and was jerking her head up and down on his cock. "Suck that big mother," he muttered. "Suck the juice outa it. Pleasure it, Sister, pleasure it. Yeahhh, that's it!"
Sister Grace feared he would break her neck or strangle her. As he yanked her head up and down, her mouth and throat slipped up and down around his spit-greased cock. His blonde pubic hairs tickled the tip of her nose, for most of his nine inches was buried in her face.
Sister Grace felt detached from her body for a short time, felt as if she were standing off to the side and watching herself face-fucking the young stud's prick. Then she was back inside her body, but without any feelings. All she was aware of for a few moments was of the thin line of blonde fur that ran from the boy's navel to his groin. As her head bobbed up and down, she saw the sexy line of belly hair come close, then recede, come close, then recede.
"Oh Christ, suck it!" Rex bellowed. "Suck it off!" He jerked on her head furiously, fucking it up and down his cock.
Sister Grace snapped back to her usual self. Snot ran out of her nose, tears ran out of her eyes, spit gushed out of her mouth. She was being used, was being abused, was being throat-fucked brutally. She blubbered around the boy's plunging cock, doing her best to suck, doing her best to bring him off before he strangled her, choked her to death, broke her neck.
The boy's cock flexed in her throat, lifting her skull, stretching the vertebrae of her neck. The meaty prick swelled so large she thought it would explode. Vibrations shot through it, making her entire head shiver.
"Here it comes!" the boy gasped. "Jesus Christ! Awwww!"
His fuck-cream gushed down her throat like molten lava. His cum splashed against her tonsils, filled her mouth, slid down her throat. He pumped his flexing cock in and out and hot jism bubbled out of her stretched-open mouth.
Sister Grace groaned, her head filled with the taste and aroma of hot fuck-cream, the bones of her skull alive with the vibrations transferred to them from the boy's cock. She sucked greedily, receiving new spurts of hot cum down her throat while she tried to swallow the cum filling her mouth. Cum dribbled out and fell on her habit. The boy's cum-load was so profuse that she couldn't possibly swallow all of it.
"Goddamn!" the boy bellowed. "Ahhh, goddamn!"
Sister Grace wiggled her ass, humped, contracted her slippery thighs together, shimmied her pussylips against each other despite the cutting crotch of her panties, which had been pulled up like a sopping-wet gag between them. The heat and itchy sensations throbbed madly in her cunt. She rubbed her legs together furiously, well on her way to her own orgasm. Only a few more seconds. Only a few-
"You animal!" shrieked the voice. "You beast!"
Razor-sharp icicles shot down Sister Grace's spine. She heard a dull thud and Rex groaned sickly, his cock yanked savagely out of her throat! She saw him fold up and slump to the ground as if he'd been shot. His eyes were closed, his face a bluish white. The only sign that he wasn't dead was that his cock was still throbbing against his belly and a few drops of thick cum were still oozing out of it. Sister Grace looked up into the enraged face of Sister Jocelyn. The cover of the thick book she clutched in her two hands almost matched the color of her face. Sister Jocelyn had clubbed Rex over the head with it.
"Sister Grace, you are not worthy of the name," Sister Jocelyn muttered. "You are not a grace, but a disgrace, a disgrace to your habit, a disgrace to the church, a disgrace to womanhood and human decency and the Lord. Get up and go to my room."
"But, Sister-"
"Now!" Sister Jocelyn shouted. "To my room, and don't say another word."
Sister Grace glanced at Rex as she struggled to her feet. He was groaning, mumbling.
"Get going!" Sister Jocelyn bellowed.
Sister Grace stepped over Rex and stumbled toward the convent with Sister Jocelyn clicking down the sidewalk behind her. She heard the swish of the big nun's skirts and heard Sister Jocelyn's furious breathing.
When they reached the back porch, Sister Grace tripped over the first step, banging her right shin on it. She came as close to cursing as she'd ever come since entering the sisterhood. At that moment, however, the big garbage truck roared to life behind them and the door slammed shut.
"Fuck you, bitches!" Rex Meyer yelled, grinding the transmission into gear. "Fuck every last one of you bastards!" The truck engine roared twice as loud and the big truck jerked forward and began to roll.
Sister Grace turned around just in time to see Rex Meyer flash them both the finger. As he and his truck disappeared behind the neighbor's garage, Sister Jocelyn spun back around.
The big nun caught Sister Grace's chin with her fingernails. "Didn't I tell you to get up to my room, you little bitch? Didn't I, huh, didn't I?"
Sister Grace couldn't believe her ears. She twisted out of Sister Jocelyn's claw-hold and scrambled up the steps on her hands and knees.