as he wanted to. He ground into her deeper and harder, rubbed his belly against her big round ass and moaned with the pleasure he felt in his lower abdomen, in his prick, under his balls. He looked down at her gorgeous ass and saw her hairy asshole was throbbing and half-open as he fucked her pussy.
'Fuck this,' he muttered. 'Let me in that other hole.' Roscoe popped his prick out of her cunt and he rammed it, dripping and quivering, against her asspucker. He watched with delight as his prickhead stretched open her pucker and disappeared up her shitter.
Sister Raphael snapped her head back, arched up, lifting the stool her middle was bound to a few millimeters from the floor.
'Stop!' she gasped. 'Oh, please stop! Oh, God, help me!'
Her whimpering thrilled him. Leaning on her ass, one dirty brown hand on each of her white asscheeks, he tried to rip her ass-globes away from each other as he buried his steelhard cock up her shithole. His prick was engulfed, the base of his cockshaft gripped by her tight ass rings. Her asshole walls were hot and slippery with jism, and they clutched his cock tighter than her cunt had. He could feel an artery pulsing in her asshole. He pulled out until just the head of his prick remained inside her, then fucked back in.
'Ahhhh!' It felt so good. Those bristly little hairs that ringed her shit pucker added an extra thrill to his fucking.
Sister Raphael squirmed, panting rapidly, the muscles alongside her spine standing out like columns as she arched back, her head twisting madly. 'Oh, please don't, please don't! I just can't stand that! I just can't! You're killing me! Oh, Lord help me!'
Roscoe giggled, slapped the nun's upturned ass and pistoned his cock in her clutching shithole. 'That's it, you smelly sow, move it!' He slapped her ass viciously as he buggered it. Then he began to pinch her creamy skinned ass-globes, to rip at the smooth skin with his fingernails. 'Man, this feels so fucking good! I never felt so good in my life. Move it, you sow! Squeal, you bugger hole!' He pinched her ass violently, causing instant purple bruises.
Sister Raphael shrieked, wailed and twisted from side to side. The ropes that were wrapped around her waist cut into her lower back and sides. She jerked, gasping, causing the heavy wooden stool to which she was bound to knock on the cobblestone floor.
Roscoe was in heaven. Ever since he'd been a teen, he'd had secret fantasies of fucking a girl or a woman as hard and viciously as he was able, and now he was doing it. Ram, ram, ram, ram, ram! Christ, it felt good! His prick skin was aching from, the friction. He was fucking them both raw.
The nun screamed, jerked her hand up and began to gnaw at her fist. Roscoe laughed, fucking her harder. His lungs ached, they were heaving so hard. Christ, he might have a fucking heart attack if he didn't watch out. He laughed again at the thought of it. What a way to go!
'Ahhh!' he bellowed. 'Ah, oh, wowww!' His voice had never sounded deeper to him, had never sounded louder and more powerful. He bellowed again, imagining himself to be a bull.
And then he came. Without warning, the jism poured out of his cock like lava out of an erupting volcano. His lower back and asscheeks went into shuddering spasms. His prick felt as if it were splitting down the middle. His jism gushed up the asshole of the squealing nun. He shot with such force that his balls were nearly sucked up into his abdominal cavity.
'Awww, ohhhh, fuck!' he shivered all over, heat roaring through his body. His prick seemed to be permanently anchored in the body of the nun. She jerked each time he shot into her, and he felt the fuck- sensations all the way down to his floor-clutching toes. 'Ohhhhh, Goddamn, ahhhhhh!'
He bellowed and shot, bellowed and fucked, bellowed and reamed out the ravaged shithole of Sister Raphael. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled outside, and Roscoe felt strong.
CHAPTER FIVE
St. Michael's Reformatory was a chilling sight, looming like an insane asylum up there against the lightning-washed sky. As the taxi pulled up close to the rear of the building, Sister Bernice knew she had made a mistake in coming here. This place was wicked, evil. For all she knew she might not even be able to get close to her brother. One of the things Sister Francine had repeated during the flight was that fraternization between the nuns and the inmates was absolutely prohibited.
Sister Francine paid the cabbie, accepting six cents in change. The cabbie said, 'Thanks a lot,' and squealed off into the lightning filled, rain-drenched night.
'Scum,' Sister Francine said, drawing a key ring out of her handbag as the rain poured down on them. A dim overhead light barely provided enough illumination to find the keyhole in the large, windowless door. 'Scum. Disrespectful scum. That cabbie is just like all the rest of the male gender. That'll be the day, when I tip scum!' She rammed the key into the keyhole, then twisted it violently until the bolt finally gave way. 'Came in, darling. Welcome to your new home.'
They stepped into a nearly dark hallway, and Sister Bernice was stunned to see a naked young woman standing at the far end of it. A ghost, she thought. What else could it be?
Sister Francine paused, after a few seconds shouting down the hallway in a bewildered tone of voice. 'Sister Eve, what on earth?'
The naked girl hung her head and folded her hands over her pussy mound, as if trying to hide her nakedness.
Sister Francine glanced at Sister Bernice, a foolish look on her face. 'Please shut the door Sister, and follow me.'
As they tromped down the hallway toward the naked girl, a hand and arm suddenly shot out the doorway she was standing next to and yanked her out of sight. The girl let out an anguished wail.
'My God!' Sister Francine whispered. 'What in heaven?' She charged toward the side doorway through which the girl had disappeared, and the moment she reached it, several hands grabbed her and dragged her into the room.
Sister Bernice didn't have time to even consider a response to the situation, because suddenly she, herself, was being dragged into the room, her veil ripped off her head by a herd of stark-naked teens. She was too stunned to make any sound, but Sister Francine was making up for her silence by screeching like a banshee as the teens ripped the clothes off her, also.
'Hey, we got a brand new one here. A blonde one. Oooh, and nice big tits.' The shouting teen wrapped his burning mouth around Sister Bernice's left nipple and he sucked like a starving calf.
Sister Bernice gasped, her cunt contracting. She would have squeezed her legs together, but they were being hauled apart. A finger twisted up into her cunt. Another finger screwed up her asshole. She moaned, writhing as another teen began to chew on her other nipple.
'Hey, wait a minute with that one,' shouted a voice that Sister Bernice recognized immediately, even though it was much deeper than the last time she'd heard it.
And he looked up to see Ronny standing on top of a large oak desk, his right foot resting on Sister Francine's head, his huge prick jutting up out of his muscular loins like the tusk of an Indian rhinoceros. Sister Francine was stripped naked, sprawled face-down on the desk, her arms and legs stretched out by a half-dozen muscular teens.
'What do ya mean, wait? This baby's ripe. I'm gonna fuck the shit out of this bitch.'
'You'll get your turn,' Ronny said. 'Later. Tie her up now. Let her watch the old witch get hers first.'
'Fuck that!' The teen fingerfucking her pulled his finger out and rammed his cock between her legs.
Ronny leaped off the desk, his prick smacking up against his belly as he landed on the bare wooden floor. He grabbed the teen's left arm and twisted it up behind the teen's back. 'I'll bust it right off if you don't get your hands off that bitch.'
The teen grimaced and backed away from Sister Bernice. 'All right, all right!' the teen gasped. 'Lay off, will ya?'
'Who's boss around this place?' Ronny applied pressure to the teen's twisted arm.
'You are! You are, for Christsake! Damn it, let go!'
