The torment of sister Mary

CHAPTER THREE

Sister Mary Theresa squirmed and whimpered as the belt criss-crossed along her ass. Small whip stripes were left on her white flesh as her asscheeks jiggled under the constant attack. Jack was sweating, droplets of his perspiration dropping onto her body. Sister Mary Theresa had stopped screaming. Her belly churned with terror and a strange kind of excitement as the leather bit into her flesh again and again. Once or twice she felt the pointed end of the belt curling around her inner thighs, coming dangerously close to her pussy. What a strange reaction she had then! Instead of the usual pain and fear, an odd kind of heat surged through her pussy, making it clamp shut on thin air. It was almost like the feeling she'd had that night tossing and writhing on her bed.

"Nice bitch, good bitch," Jack panted, stopping his beating for a while and wiping his forehead with his upper arm.

Wouldn't he ever grow tired? Already the young nun was feeling her butt growing numb under the constant cruel attack. But the searing pain was doing strange things to her pussy. Her body rolled and jerked under the slicing belt and Sister Mary Theresa's pussy grew hotter and tighter. No longer did the belt have to touch her inner thighs to prove that delicious sensation between her legs. Now with each blow her cunt vibrated strangely, those tremors spreading rapidly to her stiffening clit. The tiny spindle ached and throbbed and itched. The young nun clutched at the pillow desperately to keep from jerking her hands down to her pussy to relieve the terrible pressure building there. Oh, how awful! How terrible to be feeling this wonderful sensation while being used so foully!

Sister Mary Theresa chewed the pillow now, hiding her lust-contorted face in the lumpy material. Her asscheeks stayed tense, instinctively opening and closing rhythmically, matching the blows from the belt. Then as Jack slowed the assault she raised her ass, almost as if she were silently begging him for more.

"You dig it, eh, babe? Man, my Catholic buddies were right," Jack said, smiling down at the beaten young nun.

Sister Mary Theresa turned a tear-streaked face toward him. How she hated this man, hated him for what he was doing to her and her fellow sisters, hating him for what he was revealing inside her.

The bed sagged as Jack sat next to her. The smell of his sweat came through the heavy trousers. The stink almost made her gag. And yet there was something excitingly masculine about him. The young nun turned away from him, shoving her face deeper into the pillow.

"Baby, I'm gonna have you dancin' with my cock in your cunt before we get outta this room," he said evenly, trailing his fingers down the small of her back. He stopped at her bra strap, slipping his fingers under the elastic and quickly unbuttoning it.

Sister Mary Theresa let out a little groan as she felt the halter being slipped from her shoulders, moved from her tits, then dropped to the floor. She was completely naked now, defenseless against this madman!

The nun felt him get up, heard his fingers working at the rest of the buttons of his trousers. She could hear his pants slipping down, hear his shirt hitting the floor along with the belt buckle. And as she pictured how he must look standing there by the bedside stark naked, she felt her pussy start to twitch while pussy oil seeped from her fuckhole. Her clit tingled as if a thousand hot needles were pricking that tiny gland. The nun trembled while her pussy quivered with excitement. An odd kind of pressure was building in her cunt and belly, swelling up through her ass to her nipples. She opened and closed her thighs, moving from side to side in a shameless dance of lust.

Jack was laughing at her now, enjoying the young woman's confusion and excitement. Sister Mary Theresa bit her lower lip, realizing she was giving herself up to a man, deriding her own faith.

The commando stepped out of his briefs, dropping them on the floor next to his trousers.

"Look at me, you stupid cunt. Man, take a look at a man's cock."

The young nun slowly complied, rolling over and stopping dead when she saw the fat thing sticking straight out from his groin.

"Ohhhh!"

That big thing was frightening. It was huge, far larger than anything she'd seen in those awful picture books showing men with erections! The sac below the monstrous cylinder of throbbing veins and twitching muscle was swollen like a sack of walnuts. At the fat root of his prick a thick bush of black wiry hairs curled, some of them dripping with droplets of perspiration. A strange odor came out from his groin. When the nun picked the scent up, she felt her pussy trigger into a higher stage of sexual heat.

"It's gonna split you apart, baby, and you're gonna dig it," he said in a thick voice.

It was frightening. His cock was so big. She felt she'd never be able to take it. How could any woman take something that large without tearing her pussy! Sister Mary Theresa moved back, feeling her ass pressing hard against the cold cracked plaster wall.

Jack reached down and scratched his balls lazily. His big pink cock bobbed from side to side. Droplets of opaque cum oozed from the broad piss-slit. He stood there next to the bed, purposely shoving his cock forward and nearly touching the terrified nun several times on the forehead with the drooling tip.

"Forgive them, Father, for they do not know what they do," Sister Mary Theresa prayed, rolling her eyes up to the ceiling.

"Me? Forgive me?" Jack said, laughing loudly. "Baby, the way you're juicin', you'd better ask for some of that forgiveness yourself," he said mockingly, pointing at the wet, slick hairs fringing around the outer edges of her puffy cuntlips.

Sister Mary Theresa felt shame knife through her like a hot poker.

"God ain't gonna help you. Go ahead and pray if you wanna, though," he said, jerking her legs apart. "Pray while I fuck you 'til you bleed."

As the nun screamed, he reached down and touched her cunt. The woman jerked back, that touch making her pussy quiver and actually move! Did he notice? Did he see her hot reaction to that light touch?

Jack muttered something, then crawled onto the bed. He reached up and shoved her roughly back down onto the bed. Was this it? Was he going to fuck her now? Oh, Lord, let it be fast! Maybe he'd be through so quickly she wouldn't even know what happened.

But Jack had other plans. He moved down between her legs, holding her thighs down with both hands while wedging his cheeks between them.

"Ohhhhhhhhh, no, don't do that to me!" she begged.

But how could she resist that feeling? It was as if someone had opened a trap door. Suddenly she was spinning down into a secret, strange world. And the smooth, silky rubbing of Jack's lips as they forced her cuntlips apart was a furious new sensation for the nun. She had vague guilty feelings about what was happening. Not only was what she was doing condemned by the Church, but what she was doing would also bring dishonor down on the religious order she represented. How could she do something so terrible to an order that had helped her?

"Ohhhh!"

The young nun wallowed her shoulders against the mattress, rubbing her thighs against her unshaven cheeks of the commando. Hot flashes raked her clit as he burrowed deep between her cuntlips. She felt the flooding juices of her pussy seeping from the deepest parts of her slit. The tickling of his kisses made her actually hunch back into his face. How odd it was with his face against her cunt, his tongue rimming the sensitive flesh separating her inner and outer cuntlips!

"Ahhhhhh!" Sister Mary Theresa cried, her eyes rolling up into her head. She stiffened in embarrassed fright when she felt him rimming up toward her clit. But then any thoughts of guilt and shame disappeared when he touched her clit with his tongue.

"Oh, yeah, baby, hot and wet, that's what you are."

The vibrations of his voice sent sympathetic ripples through her pussy.

"What… no, don't!" the nun protested.

Jack was rolling her from side to side, slipping his hands under her ass and heaving her up slightly so he could lick more of her. He was growling, growling like an animal while he lathered her pussy with his eager tongue. He loved exploring her, discovering the curves and plumpness of her virgin cunt. She felt his strong fingers cutting into the muscles just above each of her knees. He was spreading her inch by inch. She felt as if she were being split in two. And yet he hadn't even begun to fuck her.

"Ohhhhh!"

Already the tension added to the steady friction of his mouth against her slick cunt. Without thinking, Sister Mary Theresa began moving her hips. She was fucking back at him, actually fucking back at him! Where had she learned to do that. Nowhere! Nowhere in her life had she performed so vilely, so naturally! It was instinctive, as instinctive as eating or breathing! The young woman dug at the top sheet with her curling fingers, tossing her head from side to side. She felt her hair tangle around her neck and ears. And then Jack was pushing his face up, kissing her hot, swelling belly. The bruises on her ass from the belting didn't hurt her any more. All she could think about was that hot pulsing itch between her legs. It was driving her crazy! And the more Jack teased her, licked her, toyed with her pussy, the more it throbbed!

"Stop, please, stop!"

But Sister Mary Theresa didn't want him to end his cunt-lapping. Her arms felt so weak. She couldn't shove him away even if she wanted to. And God only knew she didn't want to.

"Baby, you're better than most broads I fucked," Jack said, catching her face in his hands and kissing her hotly. She felt floods of hot juice wetting her pussy hairs as his tongue knifed into her mouth.

Jack ran one hand gingerly along the slit. The young nun had closed her legs again. But his touch brought out a low moan from her throat. She spread her legs apart, rubbing the backs against the cotton top sheet while wiggling her ass around. The springs beneath groaned from the double weight pressing down. She was actually holding tightly onto him, whimpering like a drowning kitten, begging him with lusty little grunts to do things to her.

"Wanna get eaten out again?"

Sister Mary Theresa couldn't answer that question. But her gaspy, shallow breath told the commando her answer. He grinned down at her, then stuck his head between her shivering white legs again.

The nun was on a wild high. Her cunt was peeled open by the strain of her spread thighs. Jack was gently touching her firm little ass with his hands. The tickling touch brought shudders of pleasure from her throat. The woman's pussy was over his mouth now. Jack moved up farther, starting his lapping all over again. "Ohhhhh, God!"

She heard her soppy cuntlips being licked over and over. His teeth were cutting along the edges of her small pussy lips. She threw back her head and groaned. The young nun couldn't believe this was happening here in the convent! Not in her wildest dreams would she have thought this possible.

"Stop it. Oh, God, please stop it!"

Sister Mary Theresa rolled her eyes up to the ceiling, moving her lips in silent prayer. Oh, how she wanted him to go on, to keep on eating her out, to have his fingers digging into her firm flesh. The young nun had closed her legs a third time. But Jack's rough touch brought out a groan from her throat. She slid them apart to let him find her clit again. He rolled one thumb back and forth, crushing her clit under his fingernail. Her breathing was out of control, sounding gaspy, shallow and hot.

"Baby, you don't wanna stop, do you? You wanna get more, more tongue, more cock, more everything, right?" he asked, pulling his tongue out.

"Oh, yes, yes, yesssss," she hissed back, covering her ears. She was terrified of her own voice. It had to be the voice of Satan. He was making her feel this good! It was the devil himself leading her down the path toward hell!

"Uh… uh… uhhhh!"

The gasps broke from her throat. Jack's fingers sneaked under her, rubbing the hollows of her thighs where they met her body. Sister Mary Theresa felt herself burning there. Then suddenly he shoved two fingers into her convulsing cunt.

"Ohhhhhhh!"

The nun jerked as if someone had touched a live wire to her. She was drooling, throwing her head from side to side. He fucked in and out of her with his fingers, sucking her clit between the small gap in his front teeth. Sister Mary Theresa could feel his other hand crawling over her belly, inching up toward her jiggling tits. Soon he was pinching her nipple hard, squeezing the tiny nubbin until she was crying out in pain.

"You dig it, bitch, dig it a lot! You ain't no fuckin' nun. You're just a Goddamned little bitch in heat," he growled.

The nun looked heavy-lidded at Jack Tolbo. He drew back a moment, wiping the mixture of cunt juice and spit from his mouth and chin. His hair hung rakishly in his eyes. His face, flushed with sexual lust, was a mask of conquest. Yes, he was right. Sister Mary Theresa knew she was no better than the unfortunate women she used to pray for. She had betrayed her vows, her Church, her God, herself!

"Ahhhhh!"

The young nun could hardly keep still. Jack was working his fingers deep inside her body. He dug against her soft, slick cunt, pushing his knuckles against the grabbing folds. She felt the suction of her pussy trying to nurse his fingers as if they were a cock.

"Man, fuck," Jack muttered.

The nun seemed to lose all control of her body. She curled her slim form up, holding the sides of Jack's head now with both hands. She was squeezing her asscheeks, bunching them up, feeding the young commando her pussy. Her feet slid over the wrinkled top sheet as she tensed her thigh muscles and pushed up. Her ass hung inches off the sagging mattress as Jack gobbled up her flowing cunt juices. When she started crying out, Jack backed off, wiping his mouth and chin again with the back of one hand.

"Gonna shove my cock in your pussy, honey. Yeah, gonna shove it in tight," he said, his face darkening as he crawled on top of her and held her down tightly by the shoulders.

"Ohhhhhh." Sister Mary Theresa cried. She felt him pushing forward with his hairy ass. His thick cockhead worked slowly inside, and the young woman shivered when she felt her cuntlips closing over his cock. His long shaft was outside, still waiting to be shoved into her twisting pussy.

Jack bit her neck, burying his face in her hair as he dug his knees into the mattress, rolled her back and twisted his body around so she could feel his prick working. The fat head reamed out the tight pink passage, sinking deeper into her wet cunt slit. With squishing sounds, his cock disappeared into her hot fuckhole.

"Man, good fuck, a fuckin' good screwin'," Jack muttered.

"Fucking," the young nun whispered back, not caring any more about what she said.

Sister Mary Theresa felt the pressure in her cunt become more intense as Jack shoved in deeper. Oh, how she wanted all of it inside her! She wanted the young commando rolling down on top of her, squeezing her, shoving her down into the soft mattress while pushing his cock up inside her cunt.

Then suddenly both of them felt his cockhead run into something firm. Sister Mary Theresa stiffened, her eyes fluttering open. Her face became a mask of concentration. Pushing her arms down she pressed her fingers and palms against his chest and shoved up. No, she didn't want him tearing away her cherry! Fear and guilt washed over her again. The bed rocked as the nun struggled under him.

"Fuck, so you got a cherry!" Jack said, raising his eyebrows in surprise. "Gotta bust it."

"Noaaooo!"

Sister Mary Theresa clawed at him, twisting and writhing under the big man. Twice she managed to bend her knees and kick hard against his thick-muscled thighs. But it was futile. The harder she struggled, the harder he shoved down.

"Now!"

"Nooooo!"

The nun screamed, the cords sticking out from her neck while she tilted her head all the way back and shoved it into the pillow. The pain was killing her. She thought he'd knifed her in the crotch. Then came the sensation of hot flesh rushing through her pussy. Oh, God, he'd ripped away her cherry!