regretting that she hadn't looked for some sort of clothing before she'd run from the prison. The thunder rumble incessantly, like a prowling giant seeking her out. She noticed the tight in the gatehouse far down at the end of the drive, and she remembered the young nun who had opened the gate.
Could it be that the good sister down there was yet unaware of what had happened up here in the prison? Could it be that there was a phone down in the gatehouse, a phone to call for help?
Without hesitation, she sprinted down the asphalt drive, her tits flopping violently, rainwater streaming down her naked body. As she ran, she began to warm up. She was nearly to the gatehouse when she saw that the gate was wide open, still unclosed. What should she do, stop at the gatehouse or sprint right past it and down the black road outside?
Her question was answered for her. Suddenly a figure stepped out of the gatehouse and moved quickly to shut the gate. In a flicker of lightning, she saw that the figure wore a nun's habit and veil. She felt a surge of [missing text].
'Sister,' she called. 'Oh, Sister, thank God!'
The nun spun around just in time to catch Sister Bernice as she nearly collapsed, her heart pounding frantically, her lungs and throat raw from her sprint.
'Oh, Sister, we must get help! It's terrible, ghastly!' Sister Bernice stumbled toward the gatehouse, gasping for breath as the nun supported her.
'Now, now, Sister,' whispered the nun. 'Take it easy. Everything will be all right.'
But the moment Sister Bernice looked through the open door of the gatehouse, she knew that everything wasn't going to be all right. The scene she glimpsed nearly caused her to faint.
A young woman lay on her back on the floor of the gatehouse, her arms and legs spread out as if shackled by invisible bonds. A slimy whitish and reddish fluid was pooled between the woman's battered thighs, and her tits were spotted with dozens of black and blue marks. The woman's face was smeared with a brownish paste, and her slack mouth was filled with more of the brownish substance. The smell of shit and piss in the gatehouse made Sister Bernice gag. Without thinking, she whirled around and bolted past the figure in the nun's habit, knocking the figure to its knees in the process.
'Goddamn you, bitch!' the figure yelled, and suddenly he was up and charging after her. He caught her as she was frantically trying to climb the rusty hon gate, and, he flung her down in the long grass beside the drive.
She writhed on her belly, shedding tears of anger and fear and hopelessness. The grass was miserably wet and itchy. She was freezing, the rain pouring down on her. The vicious teen in nun's clothing stood between her legs, digging his bare toes into her crotch, tearing at her pussymeat with his sharp, horny toenails.
'Juicy bitch,' he muttered. 'Sexy bitch ass!' He fell on her then, lifting his skirts and driving his red-hot cock between her legs. His cock slipped inside her jism-lubricated cunt as it sucked in magnetically.
Sister Bernice blubbered, squirming as his red-hot prick knifed in and out of her. She wanted to die, couldn't bear anymore of this abuse. Was she nothing more than a fuck machine, a sex-doll, a depository for the white slime that spurted from this male fuck-tool?
'Yeahhh!' the teen groaned as if in answer. 'Yeah, yeah, yeah?' He fucked at her rapidly, his hard belly whacking her naked ass.
The sensation was weird. The teen was dressed in a nun's habit with only the skirt raised. She could feel only his belly and thighs naked against her. Up above she felt only his habit, and his veil fell over her cheeks like a blanket.
'Uh, uh, uh!' he grunted, humping her, grinding out her pussy. 'Fuck, oh, fuck!' He chewed into the back of her neck, and Sister Bernice gasped, her left shoulder needled with goosebumps. As he continued to fuck her, her pussy began to respond, filling with heat, with tension, beginning to undulate and squeeze.
'I can't help it,' she whimpered. 'Oh, God, I can't help it!' She wiggled her ass, turning it up high, begging for more.
'Hot bitch baby!' the teen growled. 'I'm gonna fuck you all night. Ahhhh, uhhh!'
She heard excited voices over the rumble of the thunder and the hiss of the rain, and the voices increased in loudness until she could hear them plainly. She looked up and saw at least a half-dozen dark figures charging toward her, their white bodies glowing an ungodly shade with each lightning flash. And she could make out their rampant cocks, too – their ever-hard, ever-lusting cocks – cocks that wagged and snapped like billy clubs as they ran, cocks that all looked like gigantic tusks growing out of their skinny adolescent loins.
'He got her! Roscoe got bet!'
'Oh, fuck, good!' shouted Ronny, charging to the front of the naked group.
Roscoe paid them no attention, fucking away as if he hadn't fucked in ten years.
The teens grouped around like a pack of excited coyotes, all of them tugging on their rampant pricks as they watched Roscoe fuck.
'What're you fucking?' Ronny asked.
'Bitch,' Roscoe muttered. 'Hot bitch.'
'I mean ass or cunt. Which one?'
'Pussy.'
Ronny stroked Sister Bernice's lips with his big toe. 'Good. Her ass is mine.' He rammed his toe in her mouth and made her suck it. 'Lick 'em all off.'
Sister Bernice sucked on each of his toes in turn, then choked as he stuffed all the toes of his right foot into her mouth. His toenails cut her lips, gouged the inside of her mouth and her tongue.
'Hold off a second, Roscoe,' Ronny said. 'Get underneath her. Let me have her ass.'
'Fuck that,' Roscoe muttered. 'This is my favorite way of doing it.'
'You've had her enough like that, ya fucking hog. Now roll off and get underneath her before I shove my fist up your ass!'
'Jesus Christ, all right!' Roscoe yanked his cock out of her and rolled off her to lay on his back. 'Fucking wet grass!'
'What're you complaining about? You're wrapped up all nice and warm?' Ronny picked up Sister Bernice and sat her on top of Roscoe's middle.
'Yeah, Roscoe,' said one of the other teens. 'And ya make a damn foxy nun.'
'Shut up, Carter!' Roscoe snapped, and all the teens, including Carter, chuckled.
Roscoe bent up his cock to vertical, and Ronny lifted Sister Bernice and made her sit on his big prick. His hot cylinder of fuckmeat sank into her pussyhole so easily that Sister Bernice experienced the weird feeling that her cunt and his prick had been coupled all her life. Ronny pushed her down then, forcing her to lie on Roscoe.
Roscoe immediately wrapped his arms around her head and mashed their mouths together. His slippery tongue burst into her mouth like a fat eel. His eyes glinted up at her. As his tongue slipped down her throat, her mouth filled with tingles. His spit was surprisingly sweet, like apple juice. The teen bucked up and down, knifing his cock in and out of her.
'Take it easy, brother,' Ronny said as he kneeled between their spread legs. 'Don't blow your load yet.' As Roscoe slowed his fucking, Ronny reached down and lubricated his hand with the juices leaking out of Sister Bernice's cunt and dripping off Roscoe's balls. He spread the slimy cuntjuice and jism up and down Sister Bernice's asscrack, then apparently used some of the stuff to grease and masturbate his own cock.
Sister Bernice could hear the squishing of her brother's hand as it moved up and down his cock. Around her, the other teens were masturbating to the same rhythm.
As Ronny mounted her, rubbing his slippery fucker up and down her asscrack, she tried to talk, wanted to beg him not to do it, but Roscoe's tongue choked her, stuffing the words back down her throat, and she knew it would be futile to resist.
'Up her shitter,' one of the teens said as he got to his knees in front of her, his sinewy hand listing his big, lube-dripping cock.
'Bugger that bitch!' another teen mumbled. And suddenly all the on looking teens were muttering excitedly, their hands jerking faster on their cocks. One teen grunted, cursed, and fired his load onto the weedy pass. As the lightning flickered, his cum-wads resembled fireworks as they arced through the air.
Ronny grunted, grinding his cockhead against Sister Bernice's asspucker. Sister Bernice twisted her head out of Roscoe's embrace so that she could gnaw on her fist instead of on Roscoe's tongue. As Ronny's fucker spread
