And her jaws would surely dislocate, and her lips would tear. His prick was so much larger than it had been three years ago. As he started to slide in and out, to fuck her throat, she felt a painful pressure in her skull.
'Ahhh, this is so much better than my hand,' Ronny said, working his cock in and out of her face. 'I don't never wanna use my hand again… and I won't ever have to, now that I got your throat, and your other fuckholes.'
Shut up, she thought, sucking loudly in an attempt to block out the sound of his voice.
Her jaws were on fire. She gagged as his prickhead slid over her tonsils.
'Know what? This is the way Dad used to give it to Mom. I used to watch him through the keyhole. He used to get up over her like this and pump the shit outa her face. But then one day she claimed she was gonna get the law down on him if he ever tried it again, cause she'd just found out that it was against the law to suck prick. Can you believe that – against the law? Fuck!' He screwed down into Sister Bernice's throat until his hairy groin scoured her nose. 'Suck it, law-breaker. Suck it!'
Sister Bernice gagged. Spit welled up out of her mouth, leaking between her tightly stretched lips and her brother's sliding cock, and running down her cheeks. Ronny's prick plunged in and out, his prickhead filling her throat like a fist. His massive fuckrod was as hard as steel and incredibly hot. Sister Bernice tried to relax her jaws, but it was impossible. Her brother's cock was just too damn big.
'That's why he ran off, ya know. The old lady stopped putting out. Wouldn't let him hardly fuck her pussy anymore, let alone grind out her throat. Fuck that, he said, and off he went. I woulda run off myself. To hell with that fucking bitch! What's a wife for?'
Sister Bernice couldn't help but listen to him. She didn't believe him, though. Her father must have left them for some other reason. She couldn't believe that Mom had ever sucked prick, couldn't believe that Dad had ever been as wicked and filthy as Ronny, forcing Mom to blow his cock. For a moment she saw a vision of her father mounted on her mother's face, the way Ronny was mounted on hers now, and the image sickened her.
'Use your tongue on it a little, ya lazy bitch. Wiggle it up and down the bottom side. Grease my magic spot with spit. Lick it just under the head. Come on, bitch, lick!'
Sister Bernice hadn't the faintest idea what her brother was talking about, but she followed his orders, licking his prickhead just under the knob. His prick responded by swelling and hardening and throbbing, and she increased her stimulation, churning her wet tongue faster and harder.
'Ohhh, fuck, that's wild! Goddamn! Shit!' He rammed his cock down her throat, worked his prickhead back and fondle against her tonsils, pulled it most of the way out and ordered her to lick it under the head some more. Then he fucked in again and pulled out. 'Lick, damn you, lick! Oh, Christ!'
Sister Bernice whimpered, sucking and licking blindly and frantically. She was choking, gagging, her tongue flapping and churning continuously. She could no longer tell when his prick was buried in her throat or pulled halfway out. He was fucking her mouth too fast. He was going to choke her to death. Her nose already felt as if it was broke, and she could taste blood trickling back into her throat from her nasal cavities at the same time that blood trickled out of her nostrils.
'Ahhh, uhhh!' her brother grunted, humping her face like a wild bull. 'Oh, ah, shit!' His washboard belly snaked and danced as he fucked her mouth, and suddenly he arched back, becoming motionless for a moment. His prick flexed powerfully, almost lifting Sister Bernice's head off. 'Ahhhh!' he bellowed. 'Ohhhhh!' His prick vibrated, its sizzling cum spurting down her choking throat.
Her head filled with the scent and taste of stud-cum. It was potent, causing her eyes to water. Her lips tingled, as if some of the fuck sensations gripping her brother's cock were being leaked into them. She was acutely-aware of the surging strength of her brother's cock. It pulsed in her mouth like an enormous heart, raging with heat and energy, firing its molten fuck-cream down her gullet.
Her brother braced his hands on her forehead, using her head like some kind of jackoff toy as he spurted his fuck load into her belly.
[missing text] quavering and pained. 'Suck it all out. Yeah, eat it. Oh, Jesus Christ!'
When it was over, he sat back on her tits, his fuckrod drooping slightly, though losing none of its size. His cock throbbed up and down, his prickhead kissing her chin, its pisshole open and oozing out, a few last white gobs of jism.
'Well, lick it off, you bastard! Eat them pearls.'
Sister Bernice flicked the plump cum drops off with the tip of her tongue and swallowed them.
Ronny shoved his prickhead into her mouth. 'Wrap your lips around it and hold it tight,' he ordered. 'You let it go and I guarantee ya two black eyes.'
He smirked down at her, and his prick gave a slight jerk. Suddenly his piss was streaming into her mouth.
Sister Bernice choked, her throat burning with the stinking acrid fluid. Some of ft ran out of her mouth and down the sides of her cheeks.
'Hold it!' Ronny snapped. 'Don't let the head go. Drink my piss, you Goddamn slut. Three fucking years I spend in this hellhole because of you. You're gonna pay for it, slut. You're gonna pay for every Goddamn second of it.'
The piss streamed out of him endlessly, and Sister Bernice swallowed and swallowed, a glug-glug sound coming from her throat. Her mouth was raw from the brutal rutting of her brother's cock, and the piss seared the raw areas like acid.
Stop, she pleaded internally. Oh, God stop! He seemed to be pissing quarts. Her stomach was tilling with piss and she felt nauseated.
Ronny sat on her tits, a satisfied expression on his face, his blue eyes glowing. His half hard prick quivered in her mouth, his endless load of piss gushing out of it. When he finally finished, he dragged his enormous cock out and banged it back and forth across her face. As he beat the remaining piss out of his cock, his huge piece of fuckmeat began to harden again. Within seconds it was standing up out of his loins at a menacing forty-five- degree angle.
'Enough playing around,' he said, grabbing his cock and slowly listing it. 'Time to get down to business. Time to get down to some hard-assed fucking.'
CHAPTER SEVEN
Sister Eve was beginning to enjoy getting knocked around. She was beginning to think that she hadn't committed such a grave and foolish blunder after all, there'd been more excitement here at St. Michael's during the last twenty-four hours than there probably had been during the entire history of the ancient institution, at least during the history of it since Sister Francine had taken over as warden. So there'd been a little bloodshed. So what?
Nobody had gotten killed yet. And it was unlikely that anybody would. The worst was over with. All the sisters had had their cherries blasted, including Sister Francine, and they'd all survived.
Well, maybe all of them. She couldn't be sure about that new nun, that new recruit Sister Francine had brought in. She'd seen Ronny – the filthy bastard – drag the poor little blonde out of the dining hall a half hour ago, and they hadn't returned yet. Poor girl… poor lucky girl!
'Hey, Eve… Sister Eve, get your lazy ass over here and with some more of that hot chocolate.'
Sister Eve snatched the earthenware pot off the table and she hurried with it over to where a group of a dozen teens were sitting crosslegged on the wooden floor, mugs and plates on the floor in front of them, dark pumpernickel rolls and slabs of swiss cheese on their plates. She quickly began filling empty mugs as the teens held them up. The rich odor of cocoa filled the air, steaming from the mugs.
'Christ!' one of the teens said. 'Cheese and bread! Ya'd think they'd have some raw meat laying around or something. What I wouldn't give for a nice hot slab of beef roast!'
'We could roast one of the nuns,' another teen said. 'Make a big bonfire and roast her on a spit.'
'Wonder what nun would taste like?'
'Like pig, what else?'
The teens laughed, and Sister Eve filled their mugs nervously. She then hurried back to the kitchen to refill
