"What the holy fuck are you doing here?"
The gruff voice rose unexpectedly behind the nun from the shadows of the candle-lit room, and Sister Mary Celeste stiffened at the sound. No one else was supposed to be at the old Marsten Mansion, Father Flannigan had assured her of that, so the demanding voice caught her completely by surprise. Slowly, she turned, her head pivoting in fear as the stiff cloth of her long traditional black habit rustled in the silent clinging air.
"It's a Goddamn nun!" the rasping male voice exclaimed. "What's a fucking nun doing in a place like this?"
At the moment, Sister Mary Celeste was wondering the same thing. Evil seemed to hang over the entire place like a dark shroud, and she would have never set foot inside the dank stone walls if her duty to her faith hadn't led her there at the instructions of the monsignor. Just the feel of the air where so much depraved sex and violence occurred in the past was enough to chill her beneath her habit and robe, and almost frighten droplets of piss into the coarse black cotton panties that she wore.
A sinewy man stepped out of the shadows of the doorway into the dusty library where she stood, and Sister Mary Celeste had to keep herself from gasping aloud. He wore no shirt and muscles rippled across his hairy chest and along his thick arms, but the bulging that she noticed most was the one in the front of the tight jeans that he wore. The entire crotch of the denim was pushed out of shape as if the garment had been stuffed with several pounds of heady meat.
Visions of hairy heavy balls and a thick cock weaseled into Mary Celeste's mind as memories from her youth flooded into her and greased her cunt with pussy juice. She could almost smell the muskiness of her father's crotch as she had only a few short years ago when he had set his naked ass on her budding tits and shoved his brutal, hard prick into her face. Saliva slickened her mouth now at the memory of how he had shoved the cockhead between her unwilling lips and fucked her face until his cum had shot down her inexperienced throat. It had happened only once, but the emotions and desires that had been ignited in the teenaged girl had been enough to chase her into the convent and the sisterhood, where faith and religion could keep her mind from rutting sex.
But now, only a year after the end of her novitiate, the sight of the jeans grasping and outlining the man's fuckmeat was threatening to make those emotions arise again.
"You see something you want, Sister?" The man laughed crudely as he noticed her staring at the bulge of his confined cock. "Maybe you bitches in black got more on your mind than saying your daily prayers."
Sister Mary Celeste backed away from him until her ass cheeks bumped against the edge of the long table in the library. She ripped her eyes away from his crotch and up to his evil grin, fmding little solace in his expression. The fingers of her right hand sought out the simple gold band that she wore on the other hand to symbolize her commitment to Jesus. It gave her the strength to finally speak.
"What are you doing here?" she asked in a voice that had little breath.
"That's what I asked you?" he retorted, moving a couple of steps farther into the room.
"The church owns this place," Mary Celeste replied, her ass pushing fruitlessly against the edge of the table as she tried to distance herself from the man. "I'm here to catalog the library before it is removed."
"Trying to keep it out of evil hands, huh?" The bulky man laughed and took a couple more steps toward the frightened nun. "Is that the reason you're wearing that old-fashioned robe and hood? Trying to protect yourself from the wickedness while you're here?"
"Please," Mary Celeste begged, fear gripping her.
"Is that an invitation?" he chided her as his right hand fell to his crotch and rubbed his cock and balls through the heavy material.
Her eyes were drawn to it as if the motion were a magnet, and she stared fearfully as the bulge beneath his fingers amazingly grew even larger.
"I ain't never seen me any nun's pussy," the man breathed, excitement beginning to creep into his voice as he stroked his prick. "Maybe this place does have an effect."
He was on her before she could protest, thick fingers wrapping around her delicate wrists as he forced her down onto the top of a table. Her body twisted under him as he pinned her with the weight of his chest. The heat from his masculine body pulsed through her robe and seemed to sear her skin. A hard thigh ground into the material covering her cunt, igniting sparks of sensation through her pussy.
Her veil had been caught under her body as she was forced onto the table and, as she struggled, it tugged at the mantle of the habit and the wimple that outlined her young face. His mouth roughly covered hers, his sour breath mixing with the freshness of hers. A thick tongue forced itself between her lips. A rough hand pawed at her right titty through the black cloth. The tongue pistoned between her teeth as if fucking her mouth.
Sister Mary Celeste thrashed beneath the burden of his body, fighting frantically against the threatened rape. The traditional habit that she had worn a protection against the evil of the old mansion now worked against her, binding her efforts while offering little defense for her quiverihg flesh. Already one of his hands had worked past the anklet hosiery and onto the bare skin of her thigh.
"No!" she squealed, expelling her tongue from her mouth.
A violent twist of her body tumbled him to the table top beside her and the young nun quickly jerked herself to her feet on the floor. His right hand was still locked onto her left wrist and he was pulled to his feet with her, so Mary Celeste only managed one step away before he whirled her back around. Her asscheeks jolted against the edge of the table at the same time his left hand hammered deeply into her stomach.
Air exploded from her lungs as his fist slammed deeply into her abdomen and the young nun slumped heavily to her knees on the thick but worn carpet covering the stone floor. Dizziness from the blow whirled through her mind, and she felt as if she were about to pass out. Her hands caught her and propped herself up, for a minute not even knowing where she was. The veil was draped over one shoulder. Her face was almost as white as the wimple that surrounded it.
Slowly her mind cleared and the first thing she saw was the man's bare feet, dirt and dust from the old mansion marring the skin. The snap of a belt buckle brought her eyes upward to where the man's hands worked at the metal buttons of his fly. A chasm parted the cloth from the waistband as each button was slowly undone, and the black hair of his bare stomach spread to form kinky cockhair that was slowly exposed. Thick fingers dipped into the opening, lifting meaty balls and fleshy prick outward until they dangled only a foot from her face.
"Here's what you couldn't keep your eyes off from before, bitch!" he hissed down at her as he cradled the semi-hard prick in the palm of one hand. "Look at it good because it's what's going to fuck the shit out of that nun's pussy you keep hidden behind that black cloth!"
Mary Celeste could hardly believe her eyes. The slab of fuckmeat was only partially swollen and was afready as long as she remembered her father's as being. Slowly the cock grew right in front of her face, the skin growing tighter as it stretched. Blue lines of veins began to show along its length, and the fist-like prickhead turned dark red with a tinge of raging purple. Now his cock stood out on its own, unsupported by his hand, and jerked in angry anticipation, aimed right for her head.
"You like that, don't you, bitch?" He edged the end of his cock to within a couple of inches of her face. "It looks so Goddamn good that maybe you ought to give it a kiss."
"No!" she cried, turning her face to the side.
His right palm crashed into the side of her head, knocking her almost to the other side. Once again, it was her hand on the floor that kept her from tumbling to the carpet.
"Kiss my Goddamn prick or I'll knock you silly, then fuck it so far down your throat that it'll choke you to death!"
He would do it. She knew that he would. Now she was more frightened of him than she had ever been of her father when he had fucked his own cock into her mouth. Whimpering, she leaned forward, her lips puckering to kiss the fleshy cock-knob right on the piss-slit at the very tip.
Warm and rubbery, not the least bit as she had imagined. Although his prick nearly glistened, it was dry but seemed to pulse beneath the surface of the flesh. Its touch to her parched lips was almost enticing, and she drew her face back before more could happen.
"No wonder you Goddamn nuns don't get fucked more often," he snarled as one of his hands wrapped tightly in her veil at the back of her head. "You couldn't turn on a sex maniac with a cock-kiss like that!"
Pressure grew on the back of her scalp as her face was forced back to his prick.
"Now lick your lips to wet them, then part them a little to get the tip of my prick against your teeth."
Sister Mary Celeste did as she was told. Her face reddened with embarrassment at his suggestion that she – and the rest of her sisters – weren't worth being fucked. She was a nun, but she was also a young woman.
The cockhead bumped against her pearly teeth, her lips encircling the tip of the throbbing prick. Almost unbidden, her tongue tentatively reached out and brushed the tiny piss-slit being pushed to her face by his hand on the back of her head.
"That's right," he hissed at the sensation. "Maybe there's hope for you yet. Open your mouth and work that tongue all around the knob. Lick on my cock like it was a fucking icecream cone."
The thought was revolting, but it was at least something she was familiar with from the single incident with her father. He also had forced her to lap on his cockmeat like she was some sex-trained pet dog.
Her tongue licked at the undersurface, from the ridge of the fleshy helmet to the opening of his pissslit. Then her tongue swirled, coating the entire fuckknob with her spit. The heady smell of male crotch filled her nose, tantalizing her.
There was little taste until the first drop of his precum dribbled into her mouth. The fleshy cock-knob itself was rubbery, far different in touch than when her tongue strayed onto the skin of the prickshaft. Fingers tugged at the back of her head, pulling her face slightly away. He shifted his weight and thrust with his hips, rubbing the shaft of the long thick prick up over her lips and nose. Then his hand pressed again, and her lips slid along the ridge of flesh on the underside of his prick. Her lips left a trail of saliva for its entire length, until they were finally forced onto the sac of his balls.
Hair tickled the tip of her tongue. Her mouth closed over one of his balls. It was sucked in onto her tongue, which stroked the ball through the skin tightened by her teeth. Then her lips widened, and she captured both balls inside her hot mouth.
"Oh shit," he moaned, his free hand grabbing his cockshaft tightly in the fist. "Suck my Goddamn nuts! Get them worked up to shoot jism right up your cunt!"
His words snapped Mary Celeste back to reality. How it must look – a nun in full traditional habit on her knees sucking the heavy balls of a randy man as he jerked his prick alongside her nose and forehead! And he was planning to force that thick cock into her virgin cunt!
Her jaws slackened and her mouth fell away from sucking his balls, but she didn't know whether he truly noticed. At almost the same time, the hand wrapped into her veil at the back of her head snapped to the rear, pulling her face free from his groin. Hands grabbed her beneath the armpits and lifted her violently from the floor, only to slam her onto her back on the table. The edge of the wood cut across the top of her hips, leaving her feet and most of her ass dangling over the edge. It had all happened so fast that she didn't react until the hem of her robe was forced upward clear to her face. Hands leaped under the garment, sliding quickly up her exposed thighs to claw at the black panties that covered her pussy and ass.
"No!" she shrieked as she fought to clear the garment from her face. "You can't do this to me! I'm married to the church!"
"I bet the church doesn't have as hard of a prick as this one!" he snarled, tearing the last of the material of her panties from her thighs. His body forced itself between her legs, parting the lips of her cunt and opening the inner surface of the juicy pussy to the air and his sight.
It was as if his eyes had actually touched her. The cool air of the room prickled the inner lips of her pussy and seemed to kiss the opening of her virgin fuck-hole. Mary Celeste gasped and jerked the cloth from her face. Her eyes sought his and found that they were locked onto the canyon of her cunt.
She was mortified. Not only from the fact of a strange man staring into her pussy, but from the juices that she knew was making her cunt glisten. The slickness that was greasing the pinkness of her inner cunt had flowed during their struggle and she knew what it must appear to his eyes.
"You Goddamn hot-cunt bitch!" he cursed with an evil grin on his face. "That Goddamn cunt of yours is just leaking pussy juices and can't wait to be stuffed full of cock."
"No, it's not that way!" she cried, not knowing for sure whether she was trying to convince him or herself. The reaction of her body had come as a surprise, and she felt betrayed by her own flesh.
Something hot and hard bumped against the opening of her cunt. Her shoulders rose completely from the table as she arched up in a panic to see. Nestled into the whispy blonde cunt hair that surrounded her cunt was an angry, throbbing cock, a weapon poised and eager to pierce.
"Don't stick it in me!" she screamed as the prickhead drove slightly deeper between her spread inner pussy lips. The pink flesh stretched painfully as the knob at the end of his cock wedged into her resisting cunt. The prick stopped, flush against something that was barring its way.
"It hurts!" Sister Mary Celeste wailed, her shoulders stifl up as her head rolled from side to side to whisk her veil against the table.
She screamed from the tearing pain, something gave way and the man's cock fucked on into her cunt.
She was skewered. It felt as if a sharpened spike had been forced up her cunt. The throbbing prick now fucked inside her, its way smoothed by her pussy juices and her own blood, which leaked down hotly across her asshole.
Each time the fleshy prick pierced her, Mary Celeste cried with new pain and torment. It was as if she were being sacrificed, her virgin cunt laid open and bleeding as the hot shaft of cockmeat fucked also into her mind. Not only was her flesh being violated, also her vows were being ripped away, like her maidenhead by the rampaging prick.
"This is how a man fucks!" he growled as he fucked his prick with furious strokes into her battered pussy.
His words intruded onto the prayer her lips were mumbling as tears flowed across her cheeks from her eyes. No longer was she fighting it. The blood was the sigh of her submission. Her pussy and her ass crack were red with blood, and blood was puddling against the cheeks of her ass.
The knob of his cockhead battered the end of her pussy channel with each firm fuck-stroke into her depths. The inner walls of her cunt tingled from the gliding pressure and the pain of the stretched opening of her cunthole had finally faded away. Resistance only battered and bruised her pubic bone from the hammering of his own, so her body began to match the motions of the raping prick. With the deadening of pain, her body began to protect itself with more lubrication and a rhythm of its own. Although her mind could have never admitted it, her flesh was now fucking itself onto the cock.
"Jesus, you're a hot-cunted bitch!" he growled, misinterpreting her movements, as his strokes began to lengthen ad quicke. "Your steaming nun's pussy is about to make me cum!"
His cock swelled ever larger inside the cunt's grasp, and Mary Celeste's hips bucked up to meet the final thrust of the marauding prick. Her pussy felt about to explode, and her body unconsciously sought relief. Then something hot and wet hit the end of her channel like a surge of fire, and it was more than she could stand.
"Noooo!" she moaned as her body trembled, then shook, lightning flashing through her asshole and cunt.
Flames ignited her guts, then spilled over into her mind. As male cum rocketed into her pussy for the very first time, Mary Celeste was confused about what was happening to her.
"By the way," he chuckled, "my name is Joe."