The teen's muscular arms wrapped around her, his hands massaging up and down her smooth back as she writhed. She wiggled her ass, contracted her cunt, fucked the big cock that was fucking her.
'Mmmmm, fuck me!' she moaned. 'Fuck me! Oh, yes!'
The teen fucked harder, his ass bucking. If he hadn't been bear-hugging her, she would have been thrown off him. Suddenly she was aware of hot fluid pelting her ass. The teen in the adjacent cell was grunting, was shooting his load through the wall of bars that separated the two cells. The sticky jism leaked down into her asscrack and greased her twitching asspucker. Ronny's fingers spread the jism on her ass. One of his fingers rubbed up and down her asscleft, greased itself in jism, and slipped up her shithole.
Eve gasped, burning tingles filling her asshole. As the teen's cock plunged in and out of her cunt, his finger fucked her asshole. She couldn't believe the feeling, had forgotten that anything could feel so good.
'Yes,' she whispered. 'Oh, God, yes! Do it faster! Make me come! I wanna come!'
She was bouncing on top of the teen, her body slippery with sweat. Their hipbones cracked together. She gnawed the teen's handsome jaw, rammed her tongue into his ear, bit him all over the cheeks and neck, kissed him fiercely. The aromas of male sweat and cuntjuice and balls and jism drove her out of her mind, drugged her. She plunged her nose into the teen's armpit, sucking and biting at the deliciously raunchy flesh and hair. She was glad the teens were only hosed down every few weeks, was glad they were never given soap. She couldn't get enough of the male smell. She was getting absolutely drunk on it.
The teen clawed at her back, twisted his finger savagely in her shithole, rammed and screwed his bone- hard fucker in her cunt. Her insides sizzled, her pussy-walls undulating, her pussyhole a bubbling caldron of heat and fuck-juices. In and out, in and out, in and out. His fucker was relentless, so strong, so hard, so hot. Her cunt became tighter and tighter. The sensations became so intense that she wanted to scream. A gurgling whine bubbled out of her throat.
'Ready for my cream?' the teen grunted.
'Yes, God, yes!'
'Here it comes, baby, here it…' His words became a series of grunts and moans. He shuddered under her, his prick flexing and contracting inside her. 'Oh, Christ!' Boiling jism gushed out of his cock and flooded her pussyhole. The vibrations from his spurting fuckrod entered her pussymeat and set off her own orgasm. As the teen's second round of cum exploded into her fuckhole, Eve's toes curled under and she whined with agonized pleasure.
'Ohhhh, ohhhh, I'm coming, yes, I'm coming, uh, oh!' She was breathing so hard that her lungs ached her cunt felt as if firecrackers were going off inside it. Each time an explosion of hot jizz-wads hurtled into her pussy, her cuntmeat responded with a series of spastic contractions. She felt hot knives shooting through her crotch and down her legs. She jerked on top of the spurting stud, feeling more alive than she'd felt in years. Every cell of her body was turgid and vibrating. She moaned and gibbered with abandon, wanting these feelings to never end, to never end.
Suddenly she was on a carousel, the world spinning around her. And then the itchy straw was prickling against her back and the rockhard body of the animal she was fucking was on top of her, his cock still throbbing inside her. She wrapped her legs around his ass, spurring him to fuck her more… but he stared with hatred into her eyes and pressed the razor-like edge of the hunting knife to her throat.
'Make a wrong move and I'll cut off your head,' he whispered.
CHAPTER THREE
Sister Francine sat behind the desk in the mother superior's office at St. Jude's Convent. She rubbed her eyes, wishing she had time for at least a short nap, but she knew she had to get back to St. Michael's by this evening. She didn't dare leave Sister Eve in charge for more than twenty-four hours. As faithful as the dark-eyed darling was, she was just a young girl and she was incapable of handling any breakdown of discipline.
Sister Francine prayed that there would be no delays in her flight back this afternoon. Due to last night's storm, she'd spent six hours grounded at the airport. She'd almost canceled, her flight, but after a fifty-mile taxi ride from St. Michael's to the airport, that would have been a disgraceful waste of state funds, and maintaining her independence of power over the reformatory depended largely upon keeping costs to the absolute minimum.
Thunder rumbled outside and the timbers of St. Jude's vibrated, and Sister Francine said a silent prayer that the weather would not interfere with her flight back today. Such miserable weather lately, storms for days on end covering the entire state.
The dark-stained oak door of the office opened and Sister Roberta, the mother superior, entered, followed by a petite, girlish nun who looked as if she might fall over in a dead faint at any second.
Oh, my, yes! Sister Francine thought, and she'd already made up her mind. The young nun was gorgeous. Her cunt would undoubtedly taste like honey. Sister Francine squeezed her legs together, wondering how she was going to keep her hands off the new recruit until they got back, to St. Michael's.
'Sister Francine, this is Sister Bernice,' Sister Roberta said. 'I'll leave the two of you alone now.'
'Thank you, Sister,' said Sister Francine, waiting until the mother superior had left the office before telling Sister Bernice to be seated on the other side of the desk.
'Don't be nervous, my dear.' Sister Francine smiled self-consciously and Sister Bernice blushed, smiling back timidly.
Oh, you luscious, ripe little beauty, Sister Francine thought. Let me eat you out now. She imagined the young nun's blue eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she trembled with orgasm.
'You realize, Sister Bernice, that life at St. Michael's will be slightly less comfortable than what you've become accustomed to here.'
'Yes, Sister, I'm prepared for that.'
'Good. Very good. And you realize that absolute, unswerving obedience is essential in the operation of a prison. You'll be called upon to do things you might find unpleasant, but you must do them. You'll soon grow accustomed, however. I've never had a nun under my charge who didn't quickly adapt.'
Sister Bernice shifted nervously. 'Yes, Sister.'
A good blowjob would relax you, my dear, Sister Francine thought, smiling slightly.
'Discipline is a word you'll come to venerate. And commitment. You are prepared to commit yourself for a minimum of two years, aren't you darling?'
The girl hesitated. 'Why, yes, Sister, of course.'
'Fine. Are your bags packed and ready to go?'
Sister Bernice appeared stunned. 'Uh, yes, Sister.'
'Very good. We shall be leaving shortly. I will send for you when I'm ready.'
The young nun sat immobile in her chair, gazing dumbly at Sister Francine.
'Is there something you want to say, my dear?'
'Don't you want to ask me any questions, Sister?'
Sister Francine forced another smile. 'I've already asked them, darling. And you've answered them quite satisfactorily.'
The taxi carved its way through the blackness and deluge, its headlights reflected by the zillions of fat raindrops that pummeled the deserted road ahead. The relentless beating of the windshield wipers matched the uneasy throbbing of Sister Bernice's heart as she stared ahead past the young cabbie in the front seat and tried to keep from gasping as Sister Francine's finger twisted inside her cunt.
This can't be happening, she thought. Here she was sitting in the back seat of the humming taxi, on her way to a prison in the middle of the woods fifty miles from the nearest city. And sitting at her right the mother superior was fingerfucking her, had been doing so for the last fifteen minutes.
Sister Francine took hold of Sister Bernice's right hand and she guided it up under her raised black skirt. Sister Francine's cunt felt like a hot, wet, furry animal and Sister Bernice felt faint with shock. What shocked her almost as much as what the mother superior was forcing her to do was the fact that the alder nun wasn't wearing panties or anything else under her black habit. She was completely naked underneath it. Sister Francine took Sister Bernice's middle finger and placed the tip of it between her throbbing cuntlips. She wiggled her own finger
