Dogged-Out Nun
by Paul Gable 


FOREWORD 

The journey from youth into adulthood is never an easy one. The path to 
womanhood, especially, is difficult for most young girls. They find 
themselves plagued with emotions they cannot understand or control, and 
rising sexual needs may wreck their lives. 

This is particularly true of young women who choose to isolate themselves 
from the realities of the world at large by dedicating their lives to God 
and Church. The severe deprivation of life in a convent is not for everyone 
and, in some extreme instances, may have exactly the opposite effect from 
that desired by the religious order. Some young women, despite their initial 
devotion, simply are not destined to be nuns. 

Sister Mary Dominic is one such young nun. Having never known the touch of a 
man, she is suddenly deluged with feelings she cannot handle. Not only is 
she taught the pleasures that a man can bring her, but she learns that there 
are pleasures beyond imagining in breaking society's taboos. 

DOGGED-OUT NUN-a story about a young nun who answers the call of her lust, 
not heeding the conventions of a prudish society and ignoring the demands of 
God and Church. 

-The Publisher 


CHAPTER ONE 

Sister Mary Dominic had never been fucked before coming to the convent. And 
now at this remote retreat fifty-five miles north of Los Angeles, the 
twenty-four-year-old nun sat alone in the barn, her rosary lying limply 
between the fingers of her right hand. She trembled and tried to control 
that small, concentrated spot of itching between her thighs. 

Her cunt. There, she had thought of the word, had said it in her mind. Her 
hot, virgin cunt was growing so wet she could hardly endure sitting there 
alone and thinking of God. Her fingers tightened around the small black 
rosary beads as she noticed her hands were shaking with nervous lust. 

Fucking. Men and women did that sort of thing all the time and thought 
nothing of it. But it was evil for someone like her, a nun, a woman who had 
renounced the pleasures of the flesh, to even think of a man's...private 
parts. Again the young sister shivered, the beads slipping from her fingers 
as she unconsciously began hiking the skirt above her knees. A man's...cock. 

She began licking her lips, feeling her flesh begin to grow warm and tingly. 
It was happening again. Oh God, it was happening again! That dreadful chain 
of thought that led her to...to think about fucking with a man. She moved 
her hips back and forth over the straw, feeling the stubble biting 
pleasurably into her flesh. She had managed to work her black skirt up to 
her waist now, her fingers hooked around the waistband of her white cotton 
drawers. She would touch herself again, get rid of the dreadful feeling that 
had taken her mind from the altar. She rubbed her legs continually over the 
hay now, closing her eyes while pushing her panties down to her ankles. 

Mother Superior would never know about this. Giggling a little hysterically, 
the young nun lay flat over the hay, moving her fingers over her flat belly. 
Oh, oh, that felt so good, so soothing. She rolled her hips up, bending her 
knees slightly, digging her heels into the soft straw under her flexing ass. 
And when she worked her fingers lower, Sister Mary Dominic let out a gasping 
sigh. She was touching that forbidden area once more, that hot spot between 
her white, shivering legs. 

"Oh, sweet Jesus, oh God, it's happening again! Oh, Lord, please...please 
save me from this," the young nun whispered. 

The nun felt her clit tighten and throb while a nice kind of hot pain surged 
through her cunt and belly. Moving her hands back down, she shuddered, 
spreading back the tight outer labia of her cunt then rubbing the hot flesh 
with her knuckles. A stinging hard spasm made her snap her knees together, 
rubbing them against one another while her ass-hole puckered from the power 
of her lust. The young nun was rocking her body over the hay while her 
fingers worked nervously over her pussy. How the clothes stuck uncomfortably 
to her flesh. She wanted to tear off her wimple, pull the veil from her head 
and thrash around naked over the bale of hay. But there were the other nuns 
to worry about, Mother Superior to dodge. At least this way she could 
quickly pull herself together without threat of exposure. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" 

Her tits felt swollen while her belly cramped with desire. The power of the 
flesh had jerked at her again as she pulled her cuntlips farther back, 
exposing her small, stiff clit. 

"Oh, no, no, this can't be happening to me! Holy Mother, please, stop me 
from doing this," she whispered tightly, fucking her cunt with her fingers. 

Sister Mary Dominic could feel her cherry now with the tips of her invading 
fingers. She had never fucked herself that far before. Oh, this was bad, the 
worst it had been. She was wanting something all the way in her, something 
good and hot and hard to spread her open and fuck into her cunt. Just the 
thought of it, the idea of having a man crawling atop her, pinning her down, 
spreading her open with his knees sent the hot nun back down onto the hay, 
shivering with unbridled lust. 

Fucking. Fucking. She wanted it all, and she wanted it now. She had both 
hands full of the soft, hairy, tightly packed cunt muscle, rubbing her 
thumbs against her clit gently while fucking three fingers into her pussy 
and twisting them around. 

Sister Mary Dominic was unaware of some movement around the partially opened 
barn door. 

She kicked one leg out, raising it slightly while her ass rocked back and 
forth, back and forth over the hay. Her drawers slipped from her ankles, 
tumbling onto the barn floor. She felt the stubble ticking her ass-hole now, 
drawing out delightful stings of pleasure from her shitter that somehow 
added to the pulsing sensations in her cunt. Sister Mary Dominic let out 
another little cry, biting down on her lower lip, feeling she should somehow 
be punished for feeling something this good, this wonderful. 

"Uh...ohhhhh...huhhhh!" 

She was making those sounds, the sounds of a normal woman spread open for a 
man, a woman taking a man's cock and fucking back, circling her plump, taut 
ass around in the air while juice sprayed from her hot hairy cunt and wet 
down her fingers. She pinched her clit, letting out a sharp cry while the 
backs of her legs beat against the hay mound. Sweat made the black cloth of 
her gown damp as her hips jerked up and down against her knuckles. Fucking. 
Fucking. She was wanted fucking. 

It was several moments before the nun realized something was in front of 
her, something that hadn't been there earlier. Opening her eyes, she found 
herself staring into another pair. Startled, she quickly pulled her fingers 
from her pussy, stretching down both hands and searching for her drawers. 

"Oh, no, this...what are you?" 

She stopped, cocking her head to one side and trying to clear her mind. At 
first she thought it had been one of the sisters or, God forbid, Mother 
Superior herself. She thought of those cold gray eyes, that stone-like face. 

Then Sister Mary Dominic narrowed her eyes, blinking them clear and 
realizing those other eyes belonged to Thunder, the gray-and-white German 
shepherd Mother Superior used at times for the small farm the nuns ran under 
the careful observation of the San Francisco-based order. 

The dog was standing there, his head cocked to the right, those pointy ears 
pinned back in a stance of attention while the black nostrils w shivered. In 
a flash, the nun knew he was smelling her cunt, smelling the juices that had 
been running like lava from her pussy and wetting her fingers. He had heard 
the slick clicking of the digits in her pussy as she fucked herself. The big 
animal was poised there now, smelling her, his big bushy tail straight up, 
the tip barely wagging. 

Sister Mary Dominic smiled nervously, uncertain whether to continue or push 
her dress down and look for her cotton drawers. Thunder was only a dog, of 
course. He could tell no one what he had discovered. She could continue to 
finger-fuck herself until...she came! Again Sister Mary Dominic shivered, 
her shoulders shaking in the thick woolen dress as she thought about the 
powerful feeling associated with that word. 

Cumming. Just the thought of experiencing yet again the overwhelming itch 
that made everything else in the universe unimportant made the nun gasp. 

"Thunder, go away, go find something," she whispered hoarsely, gesturing 
with a tilted chin for the dog to leave. 

He remained, still sniffing the air, heavily perfumed with the odor of her 
aroused cunt. Sister Mary Dominic sighed, starting to push her skirt down 
over her knees. She would have to wait. There was just something wrong about 
doing that sort of thing in front of an animal. Sister Mary Dominic began to 
push her skirts down when the large animal approached her, placing one paw 
tentatively on her bare ankle. The nun surprised herself by her own 
reaction, jerking her foot away from the beast but feeling at the same time 
an electric tingle at his touch. Thunder's ears shivered, pinning back more 
against the sides of his head while his powerful sides heaved in and out in 
growing excitement. 

"Oh, get away from me, Thunder. Go back to Mother." 

He moved up a little higher, his eyes seeming to bore into her soul. It was 
silly, ridiculous. He was just a dog, not even her dog. She could simply get 
up from the hay and pray at the altar for God's forgiveness. What, then, was 
keeping her here, pinned to the hay, a prisoner of this animal's stare? She 
felt a warm tingle making her nipples hard and itchy. 

The dog moved up a little higher, touching her right ankle now with his 
cold, black snout. Sister Mary Dominic looked at him with large, rounded 
eyes, shivers of delight rushing up and down her thighs and dipping into her 
cunt. Her breathing was hard and shallow. She cringed under the big dog's 
gaze. He was so male, so...so powerful. 

"Down, Thunder, down." 

But the big dog grew more bold, placing his damp nose on her calf, then 
moving up and placing it halfway up her left thigh. And all the time he was 
watching her, his big brown eyes riveting her to the hay, keeping her from 
sliding from the hay and rushing from the barn. 

"No, this is not right," she whispered, shaking her head from side to side. 

Sister Mary Dominic suddenly began to realize just where her fascination 
her, her mind wavering between the two options of escape and remaining 
there. Her fingers dropped from her cunt, curling, the nails digging into 
her thighs. The dog made a muted growling noise in her throat, nosing 
between the nun's legs. Sister Mary Dominic spread her thighs, bringing up 
her knees until she could feel her cuntlips unsticking once more and peeling 
back. 

In the dim light, she saw the German shepherd's eyes gleaming, glistening as 
if they were the eyes of Satan. Sister Mary Dominic shifted her ass once 
again against the hay, feeling a clump of stubble poking at her shitter, 
bringing out those delicious tingles once again. Her cunt winked shut, the 
pussy-walls crunching down on nothingness as the dog bumped his nose against 
the underside of her cuntal mound. She drew her feet up, bending her knees 
even more until her shoes were touching one another. She wanted to unlace 
them, to slip them off and...and..."No, no!" 

Hellish! Demonic! What on earth was possessing her? The nun pushed the big 
dog away from her frantically, her mind reeling with what she was doing. She 
would surely burn in the deepest pit of hell for her actions. The young nun 
groaned, her fingers grasping wildly for her skirt. Thunder was barking and 
growling, moving around, confusing her. Why was he doing this to her? Oh God 
in heaven, why was he trying to destroy her soul? 

"Get away from me, Thunder! Oh God, no, no, don't let your servant perish 
this way!" 

Tears came to her eyes, tears of shame, tears of frustration as her cunt 
still throbbed and burned so from the touch of the dog! Sister Mary Dominic 
had nearly risen from her position when the dog jumped forward, hitting her 
chest with his front paws. The force of the blow knocked her back onto the 
hay, her legs spreading apart. Quickly the German shepherd slid back down, 
bracing his forelegs against her thighs while dipping his tongue into her 
cunt. "Uh!" 

The nun jerked as if touched by a live electric wire, her legs kicking apart 
while her spine arched like a bridge. Her fingers clutched at the air while 
her head snapped from side to side. He had touched her cunt with his tongue, 
actually licked her pussy. 

"Stop! Oh God, no, no, stop!" 

But Sister Mary Dominic felt herself going down a new path now, a 
fascinating road she wanted to remain on. She felt oddly giddy, weakened. He 
was touching her continually now, still watching her carefully, those brown 
eyes studying her erratic moves atop the hay pile. The young nun did nothing 
to push him off her at this point, pulling up her head and staring at him, 
watching as he drew that long, pink sloppy tongue over her cunt. He 
increased the pressure of his licking, at times drawing his tongue over her 
thigh, then moving it back to the center and spreading her pussylips apart. 

It was then the young nun felt herself coming unglued. He was tickling those 
aching cuntal walls, drawing his tongue down and in, touching her clit and 
making it spark and sputter in a way that was wonderfully new to her. She 
twisted around, kicking out one leg, feeling that delicious rub once more of 
the hay stubble pricking up her shitter. 

"Uhhhh, oh doggie, oh doggie, oh, no, no, this isn't right! 
But...uhhhh...it's so good, Thunder! Oh yes, doggie, it's so gooooood!" 

She crooned obscenely to the dog, her head tilted back, spit frothing around 
the corners of her mouth. The dog was lapping noisily at her cunt now, 
making her gasp from the aching tickle as the dog nuzzled hotly against her 
pussy. 

"Good, Thunder, good dog!" 

Nothing mattered. Once again the young nun had forgotten her vows, the hard, 
steely looks of Mother Superior, of her good works she was to perform here 
at the retreat. Instead she thought only of herself, of the wonderful hot 
licking sensation that was making her flesh break out into goose pimples 
while she wallowed in the pile of hay. 

"Thunder...oh, there! You touched me there and it feels gooooood, doggie!" 

She was talking to him like a whore! Sister 

Mary Dominic knew it and blushed for her vulgarity. But there was little she 
could do. A dark, evil force had taken possession of her, knocking out all 
her belief in prayer while she let the dog touch her. And now was adding 
more pressure to his licking, his touch scalding her cunt, making the nun 
jerk down once again. Thunder growled low in his throat, bracing his paws 
against her. Her knees shook. One wet lick rubbed over her clit, making the 
young nun shudder and growl as loudly as the dog. 

Sister Mary Dominic found herself on the barn floor. He would take her here, 
rape her as if he were a wild dog in the woods and she were a bitch! They 
were going to mate in the most foul fashion-and that thought drew only happy 
sighs from the sister. 

"Ohhh, Thunder, that's good, very good," she whimpered. 

Sister Mary Dominic was making small animal sounds, whimpering in her 
throat, rolling her body from left to right while the big animal tried to 
steady her with his strong paws. She drew her skirt up higher, around her 
tits, exposing more of her belly to him. Thunder liked that. He liked 
everything about the hot young nun. Leaving her cunt alone for a moment, he 
began lapping up around her navel, touching her all over, drawing his tongue 
up toward her tits, then inching it down once again to her lower belly. In 
seconds she was covered wtih doggie spit, her flesh shining with wetness. 
Digging her heels into the floor, Sister Mary Dominic reveled in her 
degradation, arching her back, pushing her cunt up and waving it from side 
to side in a silent plea for more tongue-fucking. "Uhhhh!" 

She got what she had prayed for. Thunder went back to his hot treasure, 
licking her pussy hard and fast. Her cunt ached from the tension of lust she 
had felt for the past few months. She was relieving herself of it finally, 
sighing, loving the touch. And, after all, what was so different here from 
what she'd been doing all along? Friction. That was all it was, hot wet 
friction, the rubbing of one surface against another. Thunder was only 
helping it along. 

"Ohhhhhh, doggie, do it to me! Yes, yes, do it to me!" 

She was crying out wild commands to the animal, drawing her hands up and 
caressing his big, handsome head lovingly. How beautiful he was! She could 
understand now why Mother prized him so! The nun kept his head down there, 
kept his tongue pressed against her spit-soaked cunt. He slitted his eyes, 
the ears pinned back all the way now as he began shoving his pointy snout 
into her cunt. Sister Mary Dominic let out a tiny yelp, her hands now drawn 
to her mouth and pressed against her lips as her thighs stiffened and 
ridged. 

Fucked, fucked deep! He was touching her cherry with his snout, fucking down 
deep, and wanting, she guessed to fuck deeper. Things were going to get out 
of hand. Things were going too far! She had to get a grip on herself. 

"No, no, doggie, this is...this is wrong! Oh please, sweet Jesus, why won't 
he listen to me?" 

It was as if some heavy force were keeping her arms pressed to her sides. 
The nun was trapped, unable to move her hands as the big animal licked down 
and in. Shivering, Sister Mary Dominic put one shaky hand down to her cuntal 
mound, feeling just how hot and wet she was. The dog licked her knuckles, 
whimpering, digging those claws into her thighs and spreading her legs 
farther apart. 

"Thunder, no, no, this isn't right. This...oh God, no, doggie!" 

But Thunder was bound to have his own way. 

Sister Mary Dominic knew in her heart of hearts that he would and there was 
little she could do to save herself. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"Oh, ohhhhhhh, Thunder! This is...is wrong, so wrong! You can't...can't do 
this to me!" 

The young nun had tried once again to pull herself away from the animal, one 
hand reaching in front of the other, her body stretched on the floor. Every 
move was an effort. Thunder followed her, nosing up her skirt, licking her 
ass, drawing his tongue over her shivering ass-cheeks and even once trying 
to dip it into her ass-hole. 

When she refused to move and turn about to expose her cunt once more, the 
animal drew back, opening his powerful jaws and biting down on her ankle. 

"Uh! Oh no, no, don't! You're hurting me, Thunder!" 

She tried kicking the big German shepherd away from her. But Thunder stayed, 
his hind-legs spread back for power, his tail between his thighs while that 
big prick began inching from its furry sheath. She could see his cock, could 
see it all! It frightened her even more as the young nun tried jerking free 
of the dog's fangs. He wasn't really biting down hard-just enough to make 
her realize that he meant business. Sister Mary Dominic could just guess 
what the dog had in mind as she wormed her way along the floor, beating down 
at the heavily breathing animal. 

"Thunder! Oh God, please, don't make me do this! Don't..." 

Don't make her do what? Sister Mary Dominic was confused, screwing up her 
eyes, wondering what fate had in store for her. Fucking. Yes, fucking. 
Something told her this animal was going to do to her what she had thought 
only men did to women. It was a crazy thought, one that both sickened and 
appealed to her. 

Again she tried crawling away. Thunder let go of her ankle, moving up a 
little higher, closing his jaws around her calf. She felt the licking tickle 
of his tongue, an indication he wasn't really trying to hurt her. 

"Please, oh doggie, no, noooo!" 

He pushed part of his cold black muzzle into her pussy. Sister Mary Dominic 
kicked back, one foot hitting the animal. Thunder reeled back, barking 
angrily, turning around in tight little circles, his tail straight up and 
out. She was frightened his yelping would attract attention. Lying quietly, 
Sister Mary Dominic gave herself up to the horrid idea that this beast from 
hell would have his way with her. 

"Uhhhhhh!" She felt the paws against her thighs, pushing her around. She 
knew what he wanted. The young nun rolled onto her ass, her legs moving 
apart for the big animal. "Thunder, oh God..." 

The barn floor was hard, making her shoulders and back ache as she peeled 
herself open for the big German shepherd. It wasn't long before the nun was 
moving her ass around in tight circles, panting heavily, her feet flat on 
the ground. The dog's licking seemed to be everywhere at once. The more 
Sister Mary Dominic moved, the more pleasure she brought to herself. If only 
she could have that feeling of being fucked, that sensation she had dreamed 
about time and time again-when she should have been thinking only of the 
blessed saints and the suffering of Our Lord. 

"Uhhhhh...oh doggie, do it to me! Yessss, do it!" 

What was she supposed to do? How was she supposed to act? She wasn't an 
experienced woman. She had heard things whispered about, stories about men 
and women and the things they did together in bed. But this was different. 
She was a nun, a woman of chastity and poverty. And besides, this was a dog, 
an animal wanting to mount her like a bitch in the gutter. 

Again, the sister let out a hysterical giggle, putting one hand to her mouth 
to suppress outright laughter. She enjoyed this, loved wallowing in her own 
degradation while the pulsing itches between her legs turned quickly into 
raging aches. Thunder let out a little yip, drawing back and rolling his 
eyes up at her. He was waiting for her signal, some sign from the young nun 
that would tell him what to do next. Falling back, Sister Mary Dominic 
slowly raised her legs, letting them fall apart to expose her cunt. She had 
heard about the missionary position. It was the only one she knew, something 
she had been taught reluctantly at convent during a marriage counseling 
class. "Thunder..." 

She pronounced his name, feeling her heart swell at the sound of it coming 
from her lips. There was something so beautiful, so delicious in hearing the 
dog's name again and again. 

"Thunder..." 

It made her sigh with love as she drew her legs back, her ass-hole exposed 
now, her white rounded ass turned up. She babbled sounds of pleasure, 
rocking her ass from left to right, feeling the juice seeping from the hot, 
velvety lining of her pussy. Oh, she was a vile nun, the lowest of sluts to 
do something like this! And yet somehow it just didn't matter. Nothing 
mattered except the warm furry sensation of Thunder's coat against her 
flesh. How odd it was that this kind of sex drove everything from her mind 
except the need to satisfy the hot sensation between her legs. 

"Uhhhhhhh!" 

He was mounting her now, carefully putting his paws up against the 
undersides of her spread thighs and inching his way along her body. The 
young nun remained quiet, pressing her ass flat against the ground as she 
watched Thunder make his slow, steady progress. 

"Oh, come up, doggie, come up and...and do it to me." 

Sister Mary Dominic was nearly breathless with lust now, her dress back all 
the way while her knees were nearly touching her tits. Thunder had his paws 
digging into the backs of her knees now, his small, powerful doggie ass 
dipping down toward her cunt. 

"Oh, Thunder, ohhhhhh..." 

She couldn't say the word fuck. It just wasn't right, somehow, for her to 
say it, even though she was doing this vile, perverted act! She ground her 
teeth together, snapping her head back, wallowing her shoulderblades against 
the ground while the breath she sucked in burned the insides of her 
nostrils. He was touching her with it, touching her cunt with his prick! 
Sister Mary Dominic thought she would surely die from the sensation racing 
through her body. 

Fucked! She was about to be fucked, and this time by a dog, not her fingers. 
He was going to fuck that stiff cock into her pussy, into the cunt of a nun! 
Sister Mary Dominic weakly drew her head up from the barn floor, peering 
over her tits and staring at the scene. It was an old tableau, the nun 
resting on her back, her legs kicked high in the air, the dog positioned 
atop her with that long red pointy prick sticking straight out from between 
his hindquarters. 

"Oh, Thunder, it's so...so beautiful!" 

It was so different from the pictures she had seen in those few books Mother 
had reluctantly handed the novices during their training. It was obvious 
Vatican II had little influence on the older nun. She taught them things 
about marriage just in case they were faced with couples who had problems. 
But a dog's prickoh, it was much knobbier than a man's! And there was that 
silly little point to the dog's cock. 

"Ohhhh!" 

Flashes of delightful fire singed her clit, making it curl back as she 
thought about dog's cocks and men's cocks. Cocks! She wanted to be 
surrounded by cocks, fucked by them. Rutting there in front of Thunder, 
wallowing her shoulders, wanting him for all she was worth, the nun gasped 
and giggled as the dog dipped his ass yet again, the bushy tail brushing 
over her winking ass-hole. The pointy cocktip was poking at her cunthole, 
tickling the tight little muscles, making them flutter and contract at the 
light touch. "Fuck!" 

Oh, dear sweet Jesus in heaven! She had finally said the word, that 
forbidden word that now seemed so natural. Crying out then clapping one hand 
over her lips once more to stifle her own shrieks of joy, Sister Mary 
Dominic groaned through her fingers as Thunder slipped his slimy cock into 
her cunt. Fucked! She was fucked, finally fucked, and by a dog! 

"Thunder...ohhhh, doggie, it feels good, really good! Oh, oh, this is so 
much better than I thought it would be," she whispered. 

The animal growled, tossing his proud head, the fur around his neck standing 
out while his tail dipped. She could feel his forelegs shaking while his 
hindquarters moved about, searching for more balance. He hunkered down, 
thrusting forward and down with power. Sister Mary Dominic jerked, keeping 
her hands flat against the ground, curling her fingers until they clawed at 
the soil. Her clit glowed with heat. It was hot enough and hungry enough to 
melt what little fear and misgivings she had about fucking. His cock was at 
least an inch into her pussy now, the claws scraping a little painfully 
along her thighs. But it was a nice kind of pain, a sensation that 
heightened the delight rushing through her pussy. Sister Mary Dominic let 
out another cry as Thunder touched her clit with his cock-shaft. 

"Uhhhhhhh, oh God, doggie, oh Thunder, Thunder-fuck me!" 

Her voice was barely above a whisper, but she knew the dog could hear her. 
The nun wondered if he could understand what she said. Certainly he 
understood her needs. She was moving her ass around, spearing her cunt onto 
his fucker. He could see she was hot, wanting him to fuck her all the way. 

"Doggie..." 

Thunder dipped down a little farther. Sister Mary Dominic let her hips roll 
toward the animal once more, the hot slippery touching of his prick against 
her cunt making her squirm. The pain that had originally tightened her 
cuntal muscles slackened. A fresh, heavier flow of cunt juice seeped around 
the dog's spearing cock, making the penetration easier. Her pussy spasmed, 
the muscles holding the animal's cock while the young nun gasped and bucked 
against the overwhelming feeling. 

He was close, close to her cherry. She wondered if she could let an animal 
do it to her, tear through that sacred membrane, a membrane God had 
forbidden her to destroy. 

"Noooo..." 

But an emotional glow spread through the nun, making her once again forget 
her vows to God and Church. She felt the small moves of the dog's prick make 
her pussy cuntlips feel bigger, more sensitive than before. She timed the 
movement of her thighs to the strokes of his cock. Sister Mary Dominic could 
feel the animal hunkering down a little more on her, seemingly realizing 
there was a barrier to break through. He was tensing his powerful body for 
the assault, his tail straight out once more while his hard belly was 
rubbing up against the backs of her thighs. Sister Mary Dominic held her 
breath, afraid to let him fuck her any farther, terrified of losing the dog 
altogether. She needed him wildly now and would do anything to keep him on 
top of her. 

"Fuck me, doggie! Do it! Oh God, God, let him do it to me!" 

There was a sharp movement, the German shepherd's hips jerking forward and 
down. There was a short, sharp bolt of lightning that flashed up her spine 
and exploded in her brain. 

With that fuck-thrust, the pointy tip of the animal's cock split the nun's 
cherry, tearing it from its anchorage. She twitched, the balls of her feet 
banging against the dog's back for a moment. But then that tearing, ripping 
sensation was gone. The pain somehow merged with the hot lance of erotic 
sensation. The nun began crying, wiping the tears away with the back of one 
hand. Hay stubble clung to the sides of her dampened cheeks. 

"Thunder, oh, you're in me all the way! God, oh God, you're in me all the 
way!" 

Could the dog know what pleasure he was giving her? Could the animal know 
what he was doing to her, destroying all the vows and thoughts she had ever 
had about her religious calling? 

The nun sniffled, the sensuous feeling flowing from her cunt, moving her 
hips against the dog's circling fuck-strokes. Every additional fraction of 
penetration was an exquisite new experience for the nun. The room seemed to 
darken, then glow with an unnatural light as she rutted wildly under the big 
dog's furred belly. Blinking her eyes clear once more, she found herself 
gazing into Thunder's, feeling as if he were her...her lover! She saw things 
there that were frightening to think of. Fucking. Fucking. She was fucking 
her brains out, her wimple slipping from her head a little, tufts of brown 
curls appearing around the starched white material. She could feel him all 
over, his fur warming her flesh like a wonderful coat. 

The hidden, clawing hunger in her cunthole moved down, closing around the 
fucking doggie prick. The pointy cockhead spread her cuntal walls out, 
making them itch that much more nastily and delightfully. 

"Uhhh...ohhhhhhh!" 

The torn cherry didn't bother the fucking nun now. She moved her thighs 
faster and faster, her ass-cheeks flexing, relaxing, then flexing again. 
Fucking. Dog-fucking! The more she thought of it, the more she wanted. 

"Thunder!" 

The dog was licking her face, dropping his head as if he wanted to caress 
her as a man would. She felt his panting breath against the side of her 
neck, the dog's prick fucking faster and faster. Her flesh shivered with the 
force of his fucking blows. She could feel those tiny balls slapping up 
against her ass. Again and again her heels bobbed up and down, hitting the 
dog's back. She was beyond caring if anyone would suddenly burst onto the 
scene and surprise them. The world could have gone into apocalypse and 
Sister Mary Dominic wouldn't have cared. She rolled her thighs around a 
little more, realizing dimly she was jerking her ass around atop her rosary. 
The crucifix cut delightfuly into her flexing ass-cheeks as her spine curled 
a little more for the big dog. 

"Ummmmmmmmmm!" 

The nun couldn't stop herself now. The combination of various sensations was 
driving a novel feeling up into her, smashing along her spine, out to the 
tips of her fingers and nipples. No, no, it was so hard, so fast! She was 
going to cum, going to feel that washing, biting sensation in her clit. It 
was going to happen too soon! The nun tried to stop the dog, stop herself. 
But it was too late. The dog was ramming his prick into her like a machine, 
his tongue dripping saliva onto her. Sister Mary Dominic drew her hands 
finally to the dog's sides, tearing at his fur, feeling the soft hair 
tickling the flesh under her clawing nails. The heavy furred mass of the 
dog's belly slapped against the nun's ass, making her cunt clench 
frantically in spasms. 

Cumming. Cumming. She was impaled on this dog's cock, sacrificing herself on 
this thick fuck-stick, feeling all those delicious bumps. The fiery friction 
of her ruptured cherry added to the hot elastic shocks jolting from her 
clit. The entire cuntal zone of the young nun was hot, the pain and glazing 
delight cutting through her like the teeth of a rusty saw. The roaring of 
her pulse was all the sister heard when Thunder cut loose, his balls sending 
out gushes of doggie spunk down into her fuck-hole. 

"Uhhhhhhh!" 

She knew it was happening, felt the cum spattering against her pussy walls. 
She could hear the pistoning fuck-strokes, seeing them as flashes of 
brilliant colors as she smelled the heavy sweat of their fucking. She felt 
herself disappearing somewhere as the wall of lust exploded in her cunt. Her 
hips churned while her legs scissored lightly around the dog's humping back. 

She opened her eyes wide, staring up at the animal as monstrous waves of 
delight rocked her thighs. She bucked under the dog's ramming fuck-strokes. 
Sister Mary Dominic let her mind and the power of her cum escape in a long 
high wail of pleasure. She closed her eyes once more and let the long, 
tapering waves of her climax carry her away... 

How long had she lain like that, entwined with the dog? The nun had no idea. 
Blinking her eyes open, she found Thunder curled up beside her, her legs 
drawn up in a fetal position, her knees pressed against the dog's spine. One 
hand lay carelessly around his neck. Drawing away quickly, she searched for 
her drawers and found them on the floor. Moving a little farther from the 
sleeping German shepherd, Sister Mary Dominic drew her panties up her 
thighs, trying to ignore the seepy feeling of dog cum oozing from her cunt 
slit. 

She was revolted with herself for having done this...this terrible, perverse 
thing. Surely she was losing her mind to think she would ever commit this 
unnatural act again. Pushing her skirt down, the nun straightened her 
wimple, getting up slowly and brushing the stubble from the black material. 
Could she ever confess her act to a priest? It was becoming so complicated! 

Thunder stirred. Feeling apprehensive, Sister Mary Dominic tiptoed to the 
barn door, cracking it open a little more and peering outdoors. Thank 
goodness! There was no one about. She knew it was getting close to vespers, 
that time of day when they would gather at the altar and offer their prayers 
of thanks for the day. Did she dare step into the church with her terrible, 
guilty secret? "Thunder 

His name escaped from her lips once more. She had to be careful, so very 
careful. Closing the barn door, she tried to gather her thoughts together as 
she shuffled across the clearing toward the main house and chapel. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

"That...that terrible Mr. Jensen. He's always making such...unholy remarks, 
Mother." 

Sister Mary Dominic raised her eyes shyly, slowing her back-and-forth hand 
movement over the potatoes as she peeled them for dinner. It was one of the 
many menial tasks she and the other sisters performed in this rural retreat. 
Sitting behind the table, she overheard Sister Katherine's complaint with 
interest. Many things that rang of the flesh caught her ear now, three days 
after the German shepherd had fucked her cunt and opened a new and uncertain 
world to the young nun. 

"He is God's child, Sister, as we all are," Mother answered stonily, 
adjusting her apron. She was about to add more pepper to the bland meatloaf 
she was preparing. 

"Well, that may be so," the chastened nun said, her lower lip pouting. "But 
he looks at me so strangely, Mother, touching himself..." 

"That will be enough, Sister Katherine," Mother snapped, glancing uneasily 
in Sister Dominic's direction. 

She had since dropped her eyes, guessing the older nun would be watching her 
reaction carefully. Her fingers flew nimbly around the potatoes while her 
attention was riveted on what the other nun had to say. 

"If you wish, I'll have a word with that farmer. We can do business with 
others here in the valley. Of course, it would be a hardship on the order, 
considering Mr. Jensen has charged us less than the others." 

Sister Katherine's face reddened, her hands fluttering nervously about her 
waist. She turned, stirring the bubbling pots on the stove and shaking her 
head. 

"No, Mother. I'll...I'll try to think of more charitable thoughts when he 
speaks with me," the young nun muttered, her fingers tightening around the 
wooden spoon. 

"God be with you, child. Now, I must see how preparations are going for 
service. Sister Dominic, make certain the cooks don't steal too much from us 
today. Sister Katherine has a good heart, but her good heart will certainly 
bankrupt the order. Dinner will be prompt, as usual." 

Mother imperiously stepped from the kitchen after doffing her apron. 

Sister Dominic put the peeler down, brushing the potato parts from the short 
gray working dress she always wore in the kitchen and moving up to Sister 
Katherine. Her fingers trembled and grew icy. What was Mr. Jensen doing to 
her? What had he said? Her curiosity was making her cunt hot, the furred 
hole starting to grow wet with desire as she thought of the handsome, lusty 
farmer whispering obscene things to this fresh child. Sister Katherine was 
so young, so new to the order, let alone life. There was some spice to the 
idea that she might be corrupted by a man, fucked by that farmer who lusted 
after all the women in black here at the order house. 

"Sister, what happened...I mean with you and Mr. Jensen? Did he...touch 
you?" 

Sister Katherine nearly dropped the spoon into the bubbling peas, putting 
one hand up to her throat while staring wide-eyed at Dominic. 

"No! Never! I would never break my vow, not for any man." 

The breathless urgency of her reply made Sister Dominic wonder about its 
truthfulness. She smiled, feeling a rush of ugly mischief rush through her 
veins as she stared into the beautiful blue eyes of the young nun. She 
thought she saw a glimmer of something-of lust, perhaps-flickering behind 
the celestial color of her irises. Reaching around, Sister Dominic turned 
down the flame, gesturing to one of the cooks standing in the foyer to come 
forward. 

"What are you doing, Sister?" 

"It's time they learn to fend for themselves." 

"But Mother..." 

"We won't be gone long. I think we can have a long talk about this...Mr. 
Jensen." 

"But...but Sister Dominic, there's nothing for me to say except..." 

But Sister Dominic was moved along by a stronger force, by curiosity, by a 
desire to know what was in the nun's mind when this strange man made lewd 
advances toward her. She pulled at the protesting Katherine, dragging her 
from the kitchen and out the back door. Chickens scattered, clucking 
frantically as the two sisters nearly ran across the graveled courtyard and 
into the barn. Sister Katherine was out of breath, leaning heavily against 
the shut barn door. 

"Now then, what did he say to you?" Sister Dominic demanded, her eyes 
ablaze. 

Sister Katherine drew back, one hand to her throat. She was terrified 
suddenly of her friend, wondering what on earth had come over her. Sister 
Dominic realized she had frightened the young girl and relented, letting out 
a long breath. She had to be calm. She had to control her emotions even 
though her cunt was still hot from thinking about this mysterious man. 

"I...I've done nothing, I swear it, Sister, I promise!" 

"It's just that I'm worried about you, Sister. You're new here and there are 
so many traps for the flesh," Sister Dominic said, her composure nearly 
regained. She had begun to regret having dragged the young nun with her to 
the barn and was about to suggest they leave 

-when she saw the door swing open a little. 

Thunder! Here! And she was with Sister Katherine! The dog could do something 
terrible and she would be there facing Sister Katherine! 

"Quickly, Sister, we should rush back to the house to...oh, no!" 

Thunder rushed around, yipping at her, his tail wagging from side to side. 
Jumping up, he put his forepaws on her thighs, his tongue hanging out 
provocatively. She felt the warm brush of his mouth against her arm as she 
jerked away. 

"I've never seen him that friendly. Mother is always very severe with him 
and he shuns us as if we're her agents. But with you...oh, sister, what's he 
doing?" 

Thunder was nosing around her skirts again, pressing his snout up against 
the back of her thigh while wagging his tail excitedly and growling low in 
his throat. Sister Mary Dominic slapped downward, kicking back, wanting to 
knock the animal from her. She saw the young nun's look of stunned horror 
and felt like falling through the ground. It was her own fault. She had been 
so excited about hearing of Mr. Jensen she had forgotten Thunder roamed the 
grounds freely. "He's...he's touching you and..." Sister Mary Dominic felt 
panic grip her as she struggled with the dog. If Sister Katherine told 
anyone about this, her career as a nun would be over. It was far from a 
charitable thing to do now, but some evil force was driving Sister Dominic. 
She gave her friend a wicked smile, then turned around and caressed the 
large animal with both hands. 

"Oh, Thunder, you want something, don't you? But there's someone here, 
someone who might want to share you with me." 

Sister Mary Dominic turned her head and saw her friend give her a 
questioning look. "Wh-what did you say to him, Sister." 

"Just that perhaps you might want to...enjoy this animal. After all, you'd 
caught my interest with tales of you and the farmer." 

"Nothing happened!" Sister Katherine's face reddened, tears springing to her 
eyes as she moved back against the barn door. Sister Mary Dominic was 
holding Thunder around the neck, stroking him, feeling her pulse increase as 
she felt the soft fur rub against her arms and fingers. She could almost 
feel the touch of his cock again, the feel of that hot slippery tongue 
caressing her cunt lips, touching her clit while his claws scratched 
teasingly against the undersides of her raised, spread thighs. Oh yes, yes, 
she would introduce Sister Katherine to the joys of the animal! 

"No, Sister, let me go," Sister Katherine begged as Sister Dominic took her 
by the elbow and led her from the door. 

"Here, Sister, just sit down here beside me. Yes, like that." 

Sister Katherine trembled, kneeling on the haystack while Thunder came up to 
them. 

"He's a good dog, really. I don't think you'll have much trouble with him." 

"Oh, get him off me, Sister! No, no, don't, Thunder, no, oh God, he's going 
to kill me!" 

Sister Katherine cried out, beating her small fists against the aggressive 
animal. Thunder had jumped atop her, his forepaws holding her to the ground 
while his big tongue slapped around her face and neck. In her struggling, 
her gray skirt began inching up her legs, exposing her knees, then finally 
her thighs. It was something Sister Dominic noticed as she began undressing 
for the animal. This would be an interesting afternoon, she thought, 
watching her friend twisting helplessly under the growling German shepherd. 
"No, no, stop it!" 

Sister Katherine was on her side now, stretching one arm up, clawing at the 
loose hay and sending a small avalanche tumbling down into her face. She 
coughed and sneezed, her face wrinkling up while her legs kicked back at the 
large dog. Thunder started tearing at her clothes, clamping down those big 
fangs on her dress and tearing it from her body. The nun screamed, grabbing 
for the ripped material, still trying to shove the German shepherd away from 
her. 

"Sister, oh God, holy Jesus, help me!" 

Sister Mary Dominic knew she should have come to the aid of her friend. But 
the sight of her struggling with the dog made her faint with lust. She could 
imagine Thunder raping the girl, holding her down while fucking that knobby 
cock into her. That thought drove away any idea of coming to the aid of the 
terrified nun. 

Katherine continued fighting back, her legs kicking out while the animal 
lowered over her. 

"No!" 

Somehow she did manage to crawl out from under the dog's legs, struggling to 
her feet, her uniform clinging to her body. She ran forward, her eyes 
rounded, a look of terror on her face. The nun was headed for the door, 
tripping over her own feet as she grunted with the effort of running. 
Thunder recovered quickly, rushing toward Sister Katherine and blocking her 
exit. 

"No, no, this can't be happening! Holy Mother, this can't be happening to 
me!" 

She turned, giving Sister Mary Dominic a terrible stare, then looking back 
down at the animal that had begun to mouth her ankles. 

"He-likes you, Sister Katherine, just as much as he-likes me," Sister Mary 
Dominic said, removing her wimple and dress. 

"No, oh God, this can't...no, no, I won't let it happen to me!" 

But Thunder had other ideas. He was barking loudly now, nipping at her 
ankles. She shuddered, feeling the animal close those killing fangs on her 
ankle. The young nun struggled forward, her arms stretched out in front of 
her. She stumbled, falling and sliding across the barn floor. That was all 
the dog needed. Thunder pounced, his forward paws bracing against her 
thighs. He was nuzzling the nun's ass now, driving his snout up against the 
coarse cotton drawers. 

"Stop it! Awful animal! Oh, God in heaven, stop this beast from attacking 
your servant!" 

Sister Katherine heard more material tearing, more of her garment being torn 
from her body as the dog was determined to strip her and get at her cunt. 
She instinctively knew that, looking back at Sister Mary Dominic and seeing 
that nun naked now, her legs spread wide on the haystack. It was as if she 
had fallen into some dreadful nightmare. 

Thunder moved forward as the nun turned onto her back, clamping her thighs 
together, beating at him. The dog growled, bracing down, his ears pinned 
back, his black rubbery lips pulled taut against his fangs. His eyes were 
narrowed, the whole picture being that of a wolf about to attack. 

Sister Katherine drew her hands back, holding them tight against her tits as 
she stared wildly at the growling beast. Was he going to rip her throat out? 
She scooted back slowly, her drawers starting to pull down from her ass. 
Thunder was still holding fast to her, refusing to move, keeping her his 
prisoner while he decided what to do with the trembling nun. 

"Oh, Sister, don't be afraid. I felt the same terror you do now. But then I 
found out the dog is far more gentle than any of us suspected," 

Sister Mary Dominic called from behind. 

"No, stop it, both of you, stop it!" Sister Katherine cried, clapping both 
hands over her ears. 

Thunder moved forward, seeing triumph around the corner. He could smell the 
young nun, smell her as he had sniffed out Sister Mary Dominic's secret 
three days ago. The fact was that although the young nun had repeatedly 
beaten her fists against the dog, something in her was responding to his 
advances in the same way Sister Mary Dominic had. She turned her head, 
staring wildly at the other nun, who was stroking her cunt gently, rubbing 
the backs of her fingers over the dark-brown bush covering her swollen cunt. 
She was rubbing the backs of her legs sexily against the hay, smiling 
strangely at the young nun then looking at the dog next to her. 

"It's not so terrible, Sister. Just let him have his way. I'm sure you'll 
enjoy it." 

"No, it's not...not right! Oh, God in heaven, save me!" 

Yet her cunt ached the same way Sister Dominic's had days ago. Thunder 
caught her hesitation and moved in, twisting his head around and grabbing 
her drawers. Backing up, his ears still pinned against the back of his head, 
Thunder ripped the panties from the screaming nun, tearing them from her 
body when she tried to grab them back. He shook them like a dead rabbit, 
tossing them over his head, then went back to the nun's pussy. "Nooo!" 

Sister Katherine drew back, her ass itching from the hay tickling her. 
Thunder was free to go for her pussy now, jumping forward and burying his 
maw in her cunt. Sister Katherine moaned, rocking her hips from side to 
side, feeling the effect of the dog's touch making her cunt hot. Her friend 
was right. Turning her head and looking heavy-lidded at the other nun, 
Katherine realized the dog was doing wonderful things to her, touching her 
in strange and new ways that made her gasp. Now there was only 
pleasure-pleasure and a slight feeling of shame this was taking place in 
front of Sister Dominic. But then again Mary Dominic was lying there 
touching herself, watching as the big dog attacked Sister Katherine. Surely 
she wouldn't say anything about what was happening. 

"Oh yes, Sister, let him touch you there! It's the best place!" Sister 
Dominic said excitedly. 

Sister Katherine found herself removing her dress. She had blushed furiously 
even when she undressed before other nuns in the chapter house. But 
now...now she was willingly pulling off her gown, laying it carefully next 
to her. The young nun was completely naked now, as naked as her friend who 
had led her down this path of terrible sin. "Oh, Thunder..." 

"Let him lick you. He's so good with that tongue," Sister Mary Dominic 
advised, getting up and moving next to the young nun. "It's so good when he 
touches your cunt with that tongue." 

"Cunt? Oh Sister, how we've drifted from the teachings of the Church." 

Thunder was moving up to both of them. Two cunts, both hot, both wet! The 
dog looked at one, then the other, his tongue hanging out, spit dripping 
onto the floor. Sister Mary Dominic could tell the animal was excited. There 
were two bitches wanting satisfaction, two renegade nuns wanting to be 
tongue-fucked. 

Sister Katherine was touching her tits, cupping the large, heavy tits while 
touching her nipples. That was a move Sister Mary Dominic had just 
discovered, seeing just how universal it was. Yes, squeezing her nipples 
felt so good, sending more shock waves of delight racing into her clit. She 
moved one leg forward, touching Sister Katherine's thighs. It was so nice 
feeling the warmth of another person against her as her pussy exploded into 
a riot of sensations. 

"Oh, Sister, this is...is horrid!, , "But you aren't leaving, are you? You 
want this as much as I do, don't you?" 

It wasn't her voice, it seemed, speaking. The devil's, she guessed, as she 
rutted there, moving her ass from side to side. Sister Katherine tried to 
push herself away. But her friend was right. Something was keeping her 
there, keeping her trapped, a prisoner to the dog's tongue. He was growling 
with excitement even as she struggled backward on the hay, her heels digging 
into the soft material as she tried squirming away from the panting animal. 

"No, this is awful! Sister, please, call the dog off me! Oh, please!" 

But Sister Dominic did nothing, instead reaching over and touching her 
friend's tits. The girl jerked away at first from the contact, then finally 
surrendered and did nothing as Sister Mary Dominic pinched her nipples, 
sanding her fingers over the hard itchy tips. And then...and then the dog 
stuck his nose under her hot cuntal mound, his tongue wetting her all over. 
He was whining and wiggling while he stood above her in the barn. Sister 
Katherine felt petrifying terror. The first touch of his tongue had made her 
buck with fear and loathing. But now...now something else was happening. She 
squirmed instead, her ass-hole pricked again and again by the loose hay 
while the dog's tongue wormed its way deep inside. 

The young nun let out a gasp, falling back. Oh, oh, this was more than 
anything she had ever experienced in her life. And there was another woman, 
Sister Mary Dominic, touching her, pushing her along this dreadful path. 
Where would it lead? 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It was unbelievable! It was unreal! She was opening her cunt to the dog! She 
had fallen back at the first touching of her pussy, working her thighs 
against the sides of his head while her ass bounced teasingly against the 
hay. Now she was spreading her thighs for the big animal, rubbing the naked 
backs of her legs against the hay while rolling her hips. 

The dog's tongue was licking up her thighs, touching her all over, touching 
her cunt. He was nuzzling his black snout between her puffy cunt-lips 
tenderly, fucking his tongue into her pussy. "Oh, Sister, Sister 

Then Thunder moved away, dropping his head and licking down into Sister 
Dominic's cunt. It was what she had been waiting for. She jerked about, her 
legs kicking out while her head snapped from side to side. Raising both 
hands, the desperate nun cupped her tits, squeezing them, feeling the 
nipples tingling between her grabbing, clutching fingers. It was delightful, 
delicious having the animal's tongue servicing her hot cunt while her hands 
sanded over her sensitive nipples. 

Thunder moved forward, his paws bracing once more on her thighs while his 
tongue lapped and licked down into her pussy. 

Sister Dominic knew what to do. She had been through this once before. 
Turning her head and giving Sister Katherine a sly look, she began parting 
her thighs a little more and raising her knees, groaning as she felt her 
cuntlips stretching tantalizingly apart, the itches growing more and more 
concentrated. Sister Katherine watched with growing interest, her face a 
mask of intense concentration. Sister Mary Dominic moved her hands down to 
her belly, making long, wide circles around her navel while the animal was 
loving her cunt. Thunder moved up, licking between her fingers, touching her 
palms, her wrists, thrilling her all the time. 

"Jesus Christ in heaven! Oh, this is heaven!" 

"Oh Sister, don't blaspheme!" Sister Katherine warned. 

But Sister Mary Dominic was far beyond heeding any warning of that kind. She 
was wet, so wet there, feeling the dog licking the bottom of her ass. He was 
lapping back into her ass-crack, touching her shitter with the tip of his 
tongue. She couldn't hold herself back, rolling her ass up higher for his 
maw, kicking her legs out and up until she was completely bent over. Sister 
Katherine watched her with some shock on her face, touching her own clit all 
the while. 

Sister Mary Dominic jerked and snapped as if she were possessed by Satan 
himself. The pink tongue drove up and down, up and down her cuntal crack, 
wetting all the hairs until they were plastered agaiftst the hot, swollen 
pink meat of her pussy. She fanned her fingers out along the dog's neck, 
raising her feet from the hay. Slowly, panting harder than ever, Sister Mary 
Dominic inched her knees back until they were against her tits. Then she let 
them fall apart farther. Every hollow of her cunt was peeled back now, every 
inch of her thighs surrendered to the sex-hungry animal. The nun gasped and 
babbled to the German shepherd as he ate out her pussy. Throwing her arms 
out, she grabbed handfuls of hay, tossing them in the air when the animal's 
eating of her pussy became too concentrated, just too good! 

"Oh, Sister, what are you going to do with him?" Sister Katherine gasped. 

"No, Sister, this is your turn for the animal. It's your turn to discover 
him," Sister Mary Dominic moaned, pushing the big German shepherd from her 
thighs and heading him in the direction of her friend. 

But Thunder at first refused to go. He had found his joy and wasn't about to 
be put off from it. Sister Mary Dominic stayed with him as well, loving the 
stiff, soft tickle of his coat against the insides of her thighs. Drool 
oozed from the left corner of her mouth as she moved her ass up, letting it 
fall back again. Up and back, up and back, a little faster as she made those 
fucking movements against his snout. She twisted to the side so the dog's 
fangs brushed up against her cuntal labia. She arched her back, letting her 
body slide down a bit so he could have a better shot at her clit. Oh, he was 
touching her there once more, touching her clit, making her hotter than she 
had been before. 

"Uhh...huhhhhrrnr!" 

Sister Mary Dominic worked her ass around in circles, crying wildly through 
her nose. Her nostrils burned with the air she sucked in to feed her fucking 
body. The dog's licking seemed to be everywhere at once. The more she moved 
around, the more delightful sensations he brought to her. Sister Mary 
Dominic tilted her cunthole up, a signal for the dog to do more. Thunder did 
just that, fucking his tongue into her pussy. She ran her fingers around the 
animal's head excitedly, barely able to speak to him as her tension seemed 
to be reaching a peak. 

"Fuck...oh, fuck..." 

"Sister!" 

Sister Katherine was shocked once more at the language of her friend. But 
then she forgot about it quickly, watching the odd tableau of woman and dog, 
the woman spread wide open while Thunder was resting on his belly, feeding 
on her hot, sloppy cunt. 

The dog let out a little yip, nuzzling once more against her slick cuntlips. 
The nun felt her cunt tingling. She wondered if he were fucking her now if 
she would be milking his prick. The thought hurried her into the storm of 
her climax. The young nun let out a sharp cry. The dog's teeth cut her, the 
acute tickle bringing more babbling moans of pleasure from her sore throat. 
She raked his fur with her fingers, pulling him harder against her. Sister 
Mary Dominic hadn't intended to cum so soon. The touch of the animal, and 
the knowledge that Sister Katherine was watching them now open-mouth pushed 
her over the edge. 

"Huhhrhrhhrhhghhgh!" 

"Oh, Sister, what's happening? What are you doing?" 

Sister Katherine watched with fascination as her friend pitched on the hay, 
her knees trapping the big animal while he licked and lapped into her 
convulsing pussy. 

Sister Mary Dominic didn't care at this point what Sister Katherine thought 
or said. She was tossing her head, feeling the hay moving under her as she 
bucked her body wildly. The dog stayed with her, licking and nuzzling 
against her hot pussy while hot juice flowed from her cunt-hole, wetting 
down her thighs and the big dog's maw. Her cumming was achingly slow. She 
just couldn't seem to get enough friction. But it was just enough to keep 
the waves of climactic ecstasy flowing. She jerked like a speared fish, 
twisting and twitching around while the dog kept on lapping down into her 
cunt. She finally shoved her fingers into her cunt as the animal whimpered 
and licked her shaking knuckles again and again. "Ohhhhhhh 

It was a giant release of tension, a release that made the nun nearly sink 
into a faint after the cutting waves of her orgasm had ebbed. She dropped 
her hands lifelessly from the dog's neck, turning languidly and facing 
Sister Katherine. 

"That was...I don't know..." 

"It was wonderful, Sister. And now you'll have the chance." 

"No, not...not intercourse!" Sister Katherine said, realizing how out of 
place that archaic word sounded, considering what she had just witnessed. 

A male dog and a woman, a nun, doing something like this together! She was 
drawn to it, felt her cunt yearning for the touch of Thunder's tongue once 
more. Then the sound of the chapter bell filled the barn. 

"Prayers, Sister," Sister Katherine said, sitting bolt upright. 

"There's still time," Sister Mary Dominic said, smoothing her hands slowly 
over her belly. 

She loved the feel, the sensation of having her fingers touching her cunt, 
her nipples. And now Sister Katherine was going to enjoy the same pleasures. 
She pushed the dog away, turning him in the direction of the hesitant young 
nun. 

Sister Katherine couldn't openly invite the dog to her-not yet. But she sat 
there quietly, her cunt aflame, her heart beating so hard she thought it 
would burst. Thunder moved away from Sister Mary Dominic, leaving her on the 
one side of the haystack and moving over to Sister Katherine. One sniff at 
her thighs told him he was in luck. The woman was still in heat, her cunt 
running with delicious pussy juice. 

"Oh, no, I can't...time for prayers, time...time...for..." 

Her words failed as the dog began slopping his tongue over her pussy. At 
first she tried pushing Thunder away. But her movements were almost silly. 
The animal refused to pay them any attention, wriggling his snout into her 
pussy while bracing his paws against the insides of both her thighs. He 
pushed his nose into her cunt until it was nearly touching her cherry. The 
nun panicked, pushing at his broad shoulders while curling her legs and 
digging them hard against the hay. Not her cherry! She scooted her ass back, 
letting out a cry of terror. 

"Let him do it, Sister. It's going to hurt at first, but then you'll find 
it's wonderful." 

"I must be losing my mind!" she cried, holding her head with both hands. 

No, no, she couldn't let him touch that most sacred of membranes, the thing 
she had sworn to preserve until the death when she put on the silver wedding 
ring and became a Bride of Christ. She pushed back again, toppling over, 
falling onto her belly. As she tried scrambling to her hands and feet the 
dog jumped, nearly knocking her over. Sister Mary Dominic groaned with 
delight, watching dreamily as her friend fought desperately with the big 
animal. The young nun slapped back as Thunder wrapped his long forelegs 
around her ass, dry-fucking her, hammering his cock against her ass. The nun 
let out another scream, swatting back, struggling forward. But there was no 
stopping the beast. He tightened his grip, forcing her forward, walking with 
her while driving his prick against her body. 

Her skirt was all the way up now after several tumbles around with the big 
dog. He was on her once again, his furry underside brushing her. His weight 
made her spine curve downward while his claws scraped her skin painfully. 
Sister Katherine bit her hp, trying to think only of her body's hunger once 
more. That hunger had driven away any holy thoughts, any ideas of God and 
Church while the big animal climbed up a little farther. 

What was she doing? She was a good nun, a holy woman, a person who had 
always felt the calling of God. And now she was bent over, her short hair 
frizzed while thrill after thrill filled her chest. She felt the weight of 
her large tits as she was there on hands and knees, waiting for the big dog 
to fuck her. Her shapely ass moved back and forth, dipped and jerked. She 
felt something scraping across her asscrack, something very, very hot. It 
was slick, as well. The thought of something fucking her drove her wild, 
made her twist around and try once more to get away. 

But then there was that touch again, the touch Sister Mary Dominic had gone 
wild over. He was starting to fuck her, sliding the full length of his prick 
up and down her wet cuntal crack. It was happening. It was really happening. 
She could feel the pointy tip of the dog's cock as it gouged along the seepy 
pit of her pussy crack. A flash of fear and shame overcame her for the 
moment. But then something touched her clit, making that tiny spindle spark 
and jerk. The young nun nearly collapsed, her elbows bowing out as Thunder 
gripped her harder, his forelegs tightening around her chest so hard she 
could hardly inhale! Sister Katherine shook her head, letting out small 
animal-like whimpers as the dog's cock slipped into her cuntal mouth. 

He lunged forward hard, fucking at least two inches of his cockmeat into 
her. The young nun snapped her head up, her body shaking violently. Fucked! 
She was fucked! And by a dog! 

"No!" 

Sister Katherine felt the red dog cock penetrating shallowly. She was 
crawling forward, swatting back at the beast, tossing him over on his side 
and off her body. 

It just couldn't. She had come so close to degrading herself forever. She 
was panicked and burning with wild desire. Behind her, she could hear 
Thunder growling and barking angrily. Trying to get up, the young nun 
slipped on the hay and tumbled back to the floor. Thunder was atop her once 
more, snapping at the back of her head. "No!" 

Her mind reeled as the big dog fucked down again. She squawked, her hands 
flying out in front of her, her forehead striking the ground. Fucked in a 
barn as if she were some sort of animal! Sister Katherine felt her mind 
going blank as that slimy cock kept trying to work its way into her tight 
virgin pussy. She could hear Sister Mary Dominic calling out to her, telling 
her to relax. All she could think of was the horror of that beast trying to 
fuck his cock into her cunt-and the horror of the fact that she wanted it. 

"Uhhh...aghghhghhhh!" 

Something had happened! Something terrible had happened! Thunder, in his 
excitement, had shoved down too hard, his prick having bounced off her pussy 
and fucked into her ass-hole. The young nun let out a cry, her eyes widening 
while her body shivered mightily. No one, nothing had ever touched her like 
that! The pain shot out to all parts of her body as the dog hung on for dear 
life. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Oh, oh, he's...he's doing it in me! He's fucking me...oh no, no, no!" 

Sister Katherine let out another cry, her words drowned in the pain of the 
ass-fuck. Thunder flattened his head against the back of her head, holding 
tightly onto her, refusing to be knocked from her back again. He was 
whining, trying to understand why it was so hard fucking this particular 
moaning woman. 

"Uhhh, oh it hurts! It hurts!" the nun squealed, her face a mask of 
contorted pain. 

Sister Katherine bobbed her ass up and down, clawing at the loose hay with 
both hands. She could hear the dog puffing and panting behind her. She 
waited, wondering what the animal had in store for her. She thought of the 
way she was, doubled over, on her hands and knees, enduring the big animal 
while he fucked her shitter. 

"No, oh, he's got the thing in my...in my 

Sister Katherine couldn't say the word ass-hole. Perhaps if she had, Sister 
Mary Dominic could have done something. Instead she crouched there, feeling 
the pain, enduring the agony of having the dog's knobby prick fucking into 
her ass. She screamed louder when Thunder slipped yet another inch of his 
cock-meat into her. She felt the tearing, stretching pain all around her 
ass-hole. Then Thunder jerked back, pulling his prick out a little more 
before sending it fucking back into her ass-hole. Her shitter felt as if it 
were tearing at the top! 

The German shepherd began his fucking movements, his big furred body moving 
sinuously against hers, his tail sticking straight out and brushing against 
the tops of her heels. Sister Katherine felt more pain of his fucking 
reaching higher and higher in her ass. She wept hot tears, panting heavily, 
hardly able to catch her breath as the hot, spicy sensation of being 
ass-fucked shot like tiny fires into her ass guts then ricocheted out and 
pricked her clit. 

Thunder paused for a moment, then began fucking in and out faster and 
faster. The nun squeaked, feeling her cunt going into tremors of need. 
Sister Katherine felt torn in two, wrestling against the dog while her mind 
reeled and exploded time and time again. She moved back against the animal, 
feeling his furry belly caressing the backs of her thighs. He seemed to want 
to split her ass wide open, the way he was fucking her. That sliding, that 
wonderful back-and-forth movement in her ass was sending shivery thrills up 
through her ass guts. 

Sister Katherine tossed her head about, feeling the tempo of the dog's 
fucking increasing. 

He was growling, making odd high-pitched little sounds in his throat. He was 
driving her wild with his fucking, shoving back and forth, quickly speeding 
up his cock-strokes until the nun thought her ass would catch fire. Heat 
sliced into the sides of her throbbing clit as Sister Katherine neared her 
own climax. She grunted with the effort of keeping up with the animal's 
fuck-strokes. 

"Oh, Sister, that's it, that's it..." 

"Doggie, oh yes, doggie, oh God, it's so good, doggie!" Sister Katherine 
heard herself saying. 

They were terrible, awful words, but ones she meant. Her body was covered 
with a slick sheen of perspiration as she backed into the dog again and 
again. Fucking. Fucking. She was fucking, even if it was in the ass! The 
young nun went wild, hearing the dog's groaning sounds behind her. 

Then there was the sensation of something terribly hot and wet spurting into 
her ass-hole. She screamed, pounding the ground with her doubled fists. He 
was cumming, shooting his cum-load in her ass-hole. The thick, spurting 
masses of the dog's cum burned the lining of her ass like jets of jellied 
gasoline. The woman's cunt snapped shut on nothingness. Her ass tightened on 
his cumming prick. 

Cumming. Cumming. All those delightful stories she had heard as a child, 
those terrible stories that used to keep her up at night fighting with 
herself were coming true now. The dog was sticking his prickmeat into her 
shitter, filling up her ass, fucking his cock deep into her and blasting his 
cum out. 

"Huhhh! Huhhhh!" 

Too much! It was just too much for her to stand! Her overheated cunt 
exploded, lightning-like jolts of delight knifing into her clit. The young 
nun wept, jerking her ass from one side to the other. She fought to keep 
some semblance of sanity as her climax exploded again and again and again. 

"Oh, Sister," Sister Katherine groaned, falling onto her side. Thunder 
pulled out, wheeling around and bobbing his head up and down while licking 
at his shrinking prick. "I don't know...I don't know what I've done...oh, my 
God!" 

Sister Mary Dominic took her in her arms and comforted her, listening to the 
steady chiming of the church bells. What a day this had been. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Sister Mary Dominic was still curious about this Mr. Jensen. More than once 
she had seen him around the chapter house. But he was always doing business 
with Mother Superior. And there was no way she could interrupt the dry, old, 
suspicious nun. She had questioned Sister Katherine quietly during a pause 
in prayer, feeling her heart contract when she thought one of the other 
sisters had overheard them. But they were all focused on the altar, their 
heads bent modestly while the organ music played. 

"Please, Sister, no more," Sister Katherine begged, tears in her eyes as she 
moved away from her. 

There would have to be another way to see this mysterious man, a man who had 
begun to fill her dreams as she lay quietly in her cell, now ignoring the 
sorrowing crucifix nailed over her bed... 

The opportunity came two days after Sister Katherine had been ass-fucked by 
the German shepherd. Mother was ill and asked Sister Mary Dominic to oversee 
the purchases for the large kitchen. Sister Katherine, who normally did this 
sort of thing, had grown increasingly withdrawn, and Mother was afraid her 
nervous behavior would somehow spoil a sale. 

Obediently, Sister Mary Dominic agreed, not believing her good fortune. 
Nothing would happen, of course. She had done things with a dog. But that 
was different. A man fucking her, holding her, kissing her, making love to 
her was another story. That, although she dreamed nightly of it, was out of 
the question. 

Still, she could see this man and come to some sort of conclusion about him. 

Later that afternoon she saw a large, clean black Ford pickup truck circle 
the compound and come to a halt in front of the main house. Mr. Jensen. She 
knew it had to be him. Folding her apron neatly on the counter, Sister Mary 
Dominic walked to the porch, holding her hands modestly in front of her. In 
a moment she saw him-tall, ruggedly handsome, muscular, tilting his straw 
cowboy hat back and wiping his mustache with the back of one hand. 

Sister Mary Dominic swallowed hard, feeling a tightness around her chest. No 
wonder Sister Katherine felt odd around this excitingly handsome young man. 
And the convent was doing business with him? Mother was surely foolish for 
throwing this kind of temptation in front of her charges! 

"You're a new one around here...and the prettiest of the bunch...if I can 
say that kinda thing," Mr. Jensen said, grinning from ear to ear. 

"We don't think in terms of earthly beauty, Mr. Jensen. Mother is ill, and 
has asked me to take over. I'll do the best I can." 

"I'm sure you will," he said, winking slyly at her as he backed from the 
door. 

There were various contracts to read over, long lists of figures concerning 
purchases for the kitchen. Sister Mary Dominic did her best, trying to 
remember all the business matters about running the convent while at the 
same time all too terribly aware of the handsome farmer's presence. 

"Mr. Jensen, there's just one-" 

"Why don't you call me Hank? Everybody else does around here." 

"All right, Hank. I'm having difficulty in understanding these figures. I 
don't think I've ever seen expenses for these and-" 

"Why don't you come over here? The light's not very good in that corner. 
Maybe it'll be clearer if you can see what you're doing." 

Sister Mary Dominic blushed, nodding and walking toward him. She realized in 
a moment he was purposely and suddenly blocking her path. Her fingers 
trembled against the paper while her eyes dropped. Her heart was pounding so 
hard while her cunt seeped hot moisture and seemed swollen open under her 
full-length black skirt. This was not supposed to happen. 

"You're not like the others-you know, skinny or fat with wire-rimmed specs. 
No," Hank said, shaking his head sadly, "too bad you're wrapped up in 
something like that." He was pulling at her gown. 

Sister Mary Dominic pulled away, her face burning intensely. "Please, Mr. 
Jensen." 

"Hank," he corrected. 

"Hank. I don't think this is appropriate conversation for business." 

He threw back his head and laughed, a hearty, male laugh that sent shivers 
racing up and down her skin. Sister Mary Dominic could well imagine someone 
like Hank fucking her, holding her down, doing all sorts of marvelous things 
to her body. Oh, what terrible, awful thoughts! 

"I think with you it just might be the right thing to say," he said, 
grinning. "Mr. Jensen!" 

Sister Mary Dominic turned away from the big farmer, aware of how alone they 
were and how quiet it was in the chapter house. She was afraid her face 
would reveal her wicked thoughts, the smoldering desire that threatened to 
explode at any second. She had thought she had schooled herself to be under 
control. But this man was doing something to her, prying out all the wild 
feelings in her-just as the dog had. She realized her breathing was shallow 
and rapid. 

Hank had noticed this too. 

"Perhaps you could come back at a later time after I'd had a chance to study 
these figures and see if they're accurate," Sister Mary Dominic said 
nervously. 

"I don't think that's necessary." 

Sister Mary Dominic had to get away. She had to end this little game quickly 
and send this bold man on his way or...or something would happen. But Hank 
wouldn't let her go. His nostrils flared, flared as Thunder's had the first 
time he had smelled her pussy. Had Hank smelled her hot cunt? Sister Mary 
Dominic felt she couldn't get her breath. Dropping the paper, she put one 
hand to her tits, closing her eyes. 

"You okay?" 

"Yes, fine. Please, don't...don't do this." 

The big farmer flashed her a broad grin, circling her waist and drawing her 
close. Sister Mary Dominic resisted, pushing back against that hand, pushing 
back against it the way Thunder had rubbed against her earlier. She was 
utterly shameless, a discredit to her faith and her God. But how could she 
fight that itchy tingle making her cunt tighten up once more while juice 
trickled maddeningly through her pussy thicket? 

"You're a wild one," Hank whispered, kissing her cheek, then gathering up 
the coarse gown in his fingers. "You're better than the other one who kept 
giving me those cow's eyes every time I came near her. A house full of women 
and no man. I'll bet there are more like you, just wanting a man to fuck 
'em." 

"Mr. Jensen, I..." 

His lips were so hot. He was kissing her on the side of her face again, his 
hands rubbing over her ass, gripping the firm ass-cheeks, squeezing them 
together. Sister Mary Dominic felt herself losing ground. She nearly 
giggled. She had to be mad, insane to be doing this right in the chapter 
house. Who knew who would come in and spot her? Was she some kind of slut? 
Some kind of nymphomaniac? 

"Let's get out of here. I don't want one of those Madonnas coming in and 
finding us." 

Sister Mary Dominic liked the use of the word us. Already she was considered 
involved with him, even though nothing had happened. Even now as he pulled 
her through the kitchen to the back door, she knew she. could have resisted. 
One shout would have brought help. But instead the young nun followed 
obediently, eyes down, her long skirt swishing between her shivering legs. 
There was his truck. Was he going to spirit her away in it? 

"Too much attention," he muttered, scratching his chin thoughtfully. Then 
his eyes rose and took in the barn. Again there was no one around. He 
scanned the area, then turned to Sister Mary Dominic. She could hardly 
breathe, putting one hand to the base of her throat and struggling for air. 
"Meet me inside. We're gonna have ourselves a good time, Sister." 

She watched as the big farmer swaggered off, his fingers jammed in his back 
pockets. He was whistling some western tune as he left her and meandered 
toward the barn. She could turn and run into the house, forgetting what had 
happened. But could her cunt forget that touch, the way he had talked to 
her, the promises he had suggested with that hot, wet kiss? No. She had to 
see this through. Watching him disappear into the red building, Sister Mary 
Dominic looked around, then began walking toward the barn. 

It was as if she were walking to her destiny. The rubbing of her swollen 
cuntlips against one another made her weak in the knees. Wiping her 
sweaty-damp palms on her skirt, the young nun paused for a moment, turning 
about and giving the countryside another quick scan. In the distance, she 
could make out several of her sisters in the fields. But there was no one 
nearby who could have possibly seen Hank walk into the barn. Swallowing 
hard, the nun opened the door, closing it silently behind her and slipping 
the large board over the braces. "Over here." 

She caught her breath, looking at Hank, who by this time had stripped off 
his hat, shoes and shirt. His big muscular chest seemed to fill the room as 
she walked toward him, feeling terribly incongruous in her religious garb. 
The soft banging of the rosary against her thighs seemed to accuse her of 
some terrible crime. 

"I don't know about this," she said, her eyes cast down. 

"Sure you do. You just don't wanna admit it," Hank countered, grabbing her 
and pulling the nun up against him. 

Sister Mary Dominic didn't try fighting him this time. She felt him kissing 
her neck. Sister Mary Dominic closed her eyes. The hand she'd pushed him 
away with last time fluttered to the curve behind his neck. She wanted to 
hold him hard against her. She could feel his tongue, his teeth as he began 
kissing her once more. 

"Oh, Sweet Holy Jesus, this can't be happening to me, it just can't." 

She knew she had said the same thing when the dog had attacked and fucked 
her. Still, the thought of getting fucked by anything made her breathless. 
It was all so new to her, so sudden. And this was her first man! Sister Mary 
Dominic felt his fingers taking off her gown, pulling it slowly from her 
body while he kissed her. She felt suddenly cooler, more free. He had pulled 
off her long gown and now was fumbling with that large, clumsy brassiere all 
nuns were forced to wear. Her white cotton drawers were next, sliding past 
her knees to her ankles, gone. 

She was naked, a nun stripped of her habit, of her religious trappings, and 
now only a woman panting and gasping into the mouth of her male lover. His 
fingers were touching her large red nipples. In a second Hank was lowering 
his mouth, his tongue gingerly wetting one dark areola. Sister Mary Dominic 
let her head fall back, a soft moan escaping from between her lips. It was 
better than the dog, far better having a man touching her, holding her. 

"Oh yeah, you're hot, real hot. I can smell that pussy from here. You've 
been waitin' for this for a long time, and you're gonna get it...in spades, 
Sister," Hank promised. 

The young nun hoped he was as good as his word as she nearly fainted in his 
arms. It was good, so very, very good being touched like this. He was moving 
her back, back from the stalls, back from the door, his hot crotch rubbing 
against hers. She had been fucked by Thunder's prick. Its pointy end made 
the initial entry easy. But now Sister Mary Dominic remembered pictures of a 
man's prick-thick, blunt-nosed, and very long. Could she take something like 
that? How big was Hank? From the cock-bulge in his crotch, she guessed very, 
very big! The young nun panted, still trying to catch her breath as she 
back-stepped with the big farmer, her head spinning. 

"Here." 

He was lowering her to the ground. While she was outside he apparently had 
constructed a kind of makeshift bed-straw gathered together and several 
large pieces of cloth stretched over it. He never stopped holding her, 
setting the young nun on the cloth, then sitting down next to her. Sister 
Mary Dominic felt her cunt wetting the material under her ass. He was 
touching her all over, making her ass squirm on the fabric, her thighs 
spreading for those wonderful warm, caressing fingers. 

"Uhhhhhhh!" 

"Man, Sister, come on, fuck it out, fuck it out for me," Hank growled, 
slipping one finger into her cunt and fucking it back and forth. 

Sister Mary Dominic went wild, her tongue flicking deep into his mouth while 
she bent her knees and raised her legs slightly from the floor. She could 
feel her thigh muscles tensing, ridging against her flesh while her ass 
jerked about the blanket. The young nun could feel the soft material 
gathering up under her ass as she groaned into the spit-slicked kiss. She 
wanted it all. She wanted more fingers in her pussy touching her, caressing 
those itchy, slick cunt walls, touching her clit. More than that, the nun 
wanted the farmer's cock in her. She wanted to experiment, to test the 
sensation of being fucked by a man and compare it to being fucked by a dog. 

"Ohhhhh, yes, yes, that's so good, so very, very good!" 

She was brushing her ankles up against his sides, facing him, having both 
her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. She could feel his hot masculinity 
pouring through her as she wiggled up closer to him. He was still wearing 
his Levi's. 

Why was he still wearing his jeans? Oh, she wanted them together, squirming 
against one another, his naked body pressing hers to the ground just like 
all those phantom lovers had during her erotic dreams in the convent. 

"Man, you're gonna burn up my fingers if you keep bein' so hot." 

"God in heaven, I can't help myself," she panted throatily, caressing the 
sides of his neck while squirming her ass up to him. "It's impossible for me 
to stop. God in heaven, I can't stop myself." 

"That's all right, baby. I'm gonna make you forget about that damned 
convent. It's no place for a woman like you, anyway," Hank consoled, rubbing 
his fingers over her nipples yet again. 

Sister Mary Dominic let out another cry, bouncing her ass up and down in a 
wild frenzy of sexual joy. He was touching her clit, pressing down on the 
sparking knob, sending hot flashes out to all parts of her body. Her muscles 
tensed and spasmed all over as if someone had shot thousands of volts 
through her. The young nun felt her tits slapping together while her 
ass-cheeks shivered with lust, sensitive to Hank's massaging, squeezing 
touch. 

"Oh, Hank, Hank...oh, this is so good, so good it's gonna kill me," Sister 
Mary Dominic groaned, twisting up to him once more. 

"No, baby, you're just comin to life, and ol' Hank's gonna make you feel 
fine...better than pray in' to all those fuckin' statues in there," he said, 
jerking his head in the direction of the chapter house. 

Sister Mary Dominic should have corrected him, should have moved away from 
this madman who questioned her faith and calling. But instead she threw 
herself onto him, impaling herself on his words, wanting to impale herself 
on his prick as he worked her up to a wild sexual frenzy. 

"Wh-wh-what are you doing t-to m-me?" Sister Mary Dominic stammered, feeling 
him rolling her over onto her belly. 

"I like to take my women this way-at least the first time. Doggie style." 

Her cunt snapped with a sputter of heat at the sound of those words. Doggie 
style! She felt his fingers hook around her hips, pulling her ass up while 
tucking her knees under her tits. She turned her face until it was sideways 
on the blankets, her hands placed on either side of her body. She didn't 
have the strength to push herself up. No, she was just kneeling there, her 
ass high in the air, her pussy crack very hot and wet and terribly exposed 
to view. She could hear Hank smacking his lips back behind her. Then she 
felt his fingers again, those fingers working along the insides of her 
thighs, then forcing apart her cuntlips so he could work them once more deep 
into her cunt. "Uhhhhhr 

He bent forward, putting his mouth to her pussy while still touching her 
cuntlips. Sister Mary Dominic's mouth opened, a rush of hot air blowing over 
her teeth. She felt his mouth touching her cuntlips, his tongue that had 
driven down her throat now lightly touching the puffy, wet outer pussy 
labia, licking at the sensitive membranes, then dipping down into her 
cunt-hole while his fingers helped excite her pussy more and more. 

Her chest heaved while she felt the flooding juices of her cunt seep from 
the deepest parts of her cunthole. The tickling of his kisses was so much 
more delicate than the rough and hurried tonguing of Thunder's maw. But in a 
way she missed that natural, uninhibited tongue licking, and she wagged her 
ass from side to side in a silent plea for more pleasure. 

"More, eh baby? You'll get it." 

He dove into her pussy, sucking hard, jerking and fucking his tongue in and 
out while drinking up her pussy juices. Sister Mary Dominic stretched out 
one hand and began to claw at the loose straw around her. She rocked from 
left to right, inhaling sharply while she licked her dry lips time and time 
again. He was rimming the mouth of her pussy, dipping into her cunt at 
times, then moving back until he reached her clit and flicked his tongue 
against that sensitive bud. 

"Oh, what are you doing to me?" Sister Mary Dominic cried, feeling herself 
floating high above the barn floor. 

"Just what you want, baby, just what you want," he said thickly, pushing her 
closer and closer to that final edge. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Sister Mary Dominic felt him scouring her cunt, licking and lapping down 
into her pussy, touching all those super-sensitive slick hot spots between 
her legs. More than once she felt those tiny muscles cramping almost 
painfully, sending shocks of hot pleasure exploding through her cunt. 

Hank laughed throatily, holding her pussylips apart with his fingers and 
diving down even deeper. She loved the ticklish, prickly rub of his mustache 
against the insides of her ass-cheeks, the feel of his front teeth pressing 
against her pussy walls! Biting down on the cloth covering the straw beneath 
her knees, the young nun jerked her thighs and ass up once more, giving the 
stud farmer more of her pussy to eat. 

"Yeah, Sister, yeah." 

He slapped her ass playfully with the flat of one hand, making the white, 
shivering ass-cheeks jiggle and pink up under the playful blow. Sister Mary 
Dominic bobbed her ass up and down. Oh, and now he was tonguing her lower 
back, licking over all the bumps of her spine, coating her with his spit 
much in the same way Thunder had when he attacked her. She groaned, her body 
shuddering at that spitty touch. She dug at the cloth with her curled 
fingers, tossing her head. Fucking. Fucking. She wanted him fucking her the 
way Thunder had fucked her. Her breathing was out of control, shallow and 
gaspy and hot. 

"Man, baby, you ready for my prick?" 

Yes, yes, she was more than ready. She was prepared for him, her cunt 
flooding out more and more juice. Sister Mary Dominic was burning down 
there. Her tits ached for another touch, another pinch, another caress from 
those wonderful fingers. 

As if he could read her mind, Hank reached down, looping one hand under her 
belly and stroking her belly button. When he reached her right nipple and 
squeezed it, the nun went wild, her knees slipping apart and lowering her 
ass a bit. 

"Uh...huhhhh...huhhhhhh!" 

"Get that ass up there, Sister. Can't fuck you if you got that thing hangin' 
down to the ground." 

He slapped her ass again, pushing her up until her pussy came into full view 
again. It was so hard, so difficult for the young nun to keep herself 
together while her cunt was exploding like that. He had to move her around, 
think for her while she rutted like a mindless bitch whore in front of him. 
And when he touched her clit again with his tongue, sucking up more of her 
flowing pussy juices, the nun growled and bobbed her ass back and forth. 
More friction, more sensation of being filled. She wanted him, wanted him as 
badly as she wanted air in her lungs. Then came that sound, the wonderful 
sound of a zipper opening. She was so weak. If only she could turn around 
and see what he was doing behind her. 

"Ohhhhh!" 

It was better than pictures, far better than anything she had ever seen in 
her life. A man's cock-that long, thickly veined thing jutting out from 
between his legs! The double-lobed cock-head was thick and purple, filled 
with blood while the blue veins throbbed against the pink flesh. And those 
balls underneath! The woman licked her lips once more, panting heavily as 
she stared at the monster that was going to pierce her cunt and drive her 
insane! 

"I don't know if I can take it...I don't know," she whispered. 

"You a virgin?" 

Sister Mary Dominic shook her head, hoping he wouldn't ask who had fucked 
her. She thought of the German shepherd once more-of his furry coat, of the 
warm rub of the hair against her back as he had mounted and fucked her. Oh, 
that had been a banner day in her life! And this surely would be another. 

"Didn't think so," he muttered, drawing one hand over his mouth. "But then 
again, someone as hot as you couldn't keep a prick outta her for long." 

She loved his filthy mouth. Sister Mary Dominic wanted him to talk dirty to 
her like this all the time while he was fucking her. Twisting her head 
around, she watched as he spread his knees. He was hunkering down, hunkering 
down just like a dog did for power. He was going to fuck her without mercy. 
And she wanted to be fucked hard. 

"Holy Mother, forgive me," she whispered as she crouched in front of the big 
man, wanting to sacrifice herself on his cocklance. 

"Your Holy Mother ain't gonna help you now, baby. You want this bad, real 
bad, and I'm gonna shoot it right to you." 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

"I don't believe this. I don't believe all this is happening to me," she 
murmured, turning her head and staring at the wall. 

She could hear Hank inching up to her, moving up against her body, holding 
her while his prick slid up against her ass. It was almost the same 
sensation she had experienced when Thunder had mounted her and was blindly 
stabbing his cock against her ass. But this was different. Hank knew what he 
was doing. He was just prolonging the ultimate moment, teasing her, teasing 
himself while still caressing her body. And then she felt his cock rubbing 
against her cunt. 

"Feel it?" 

"Yessssss, oh yesssss!" 

Her ass jerked and danced for his prick. She wanted to run from the thing 
and yet have her pussy fucked again and again by it. She felt one hand shove 
up under her belly between her widely spread thighs. She felt the hot prick 
settling against her cuntal mouth. Her pussy juices were coating the fat 
cockhead. 

The young nun let out a long, low moan, her eyes fluttering open, her jaw 
slackening while drool dribbled from one corner of her mouth. It was far 
better, she thought, than when Thunder had climbed atop her and shoved his 
cockmeat in her pussy. Hank was taking his time, moving his body slowly, his 
hips shifting from side to side so she could better feel his fucker 
squeezing into her ripe, juicy cunt. 

"Man, it's hot and wet down there, baby. I knew it when I was eating you 
out. But Christ, it's a real treat feeling something that good rub-bin' up 
against my prick," Hank whispered. 

They both had to whisper. Neither of them had the strength to talk as they 
fucked there in the quiet barn. Sister Mary Dominic finally drew her head 
from the cloth, shaking it like a mare, feeling her cunt peeled open, 
stretched by that fucking cock. Hank was sliding his knees up a little 
farther, bending over and kissing her back. 

It was all the young nun needed. She shoved back against him, feeling her 
heart beating hard. 

Hank fucked in deeper, riding her up, nearly knocking her knees from the 
barn floor. She loved it, loved the sensation of that prickmeat pushing her 
cuntal walls open, fucking into her until she thought the cockhead might be 
scratching her tonsils. She wanted to be stuffed with his cock, split open 
by the monster until the cum drowned her in a white sea of delight. 

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me good!" she cried, not caring any longer about her 
behavior as a nun. 

"Yeah, Sister, gonna fuck that cunt till you cum your fuckin' brains out." 

The nun gasped with wild delight, tossing her head back and forth. She loved 
riding his prick, bobbing her ass up and down frantically, her breathing 
becoming more and more labored. Perspiration ran down the sides of her tits 
and thighs, leaving long silver rivers of sweat. Her nipples were long and 
red and hard while her ass jerked back and forth, back and forth over the 
pulsing prick. The sound of fucking, that wonderful squishy sound of a fat 
cock plowing through wet, clutching cuntmeat filled the barn. Sister Mary 
Dominic couldn't believe the sensations rioting through her brain. 

Fucked! She was being fucked by this wonderful stud! 

Then he slowed his movements, pulling his prick back slowly. Sister Mary 
Dominic bit her lower lip until she tasted something salty and warm. Blood. 
She had to punish herself, had to castigate her errant body for having so 
much pleasure. The nun loved the feeling of her cuntal walls squeezing shut 
behind the retreating prick, the itchy membranes squirming against one 
another in a vain attempt to satisfy the achiness driving her mad. Long 
strings of drool still oozed from her mouth as she pranced her ass high. At 
times she could feel Hank's fingers pressing against her hips as he fucked 
deep again. 

"Uhhhhh, fuck me, Hank...oh yes, fuck that thing into me." 

Sister Mary Dominic liked being under his control, enjoyed having him 
bending over her, fucking her, being her confident human male lover. She 
wiggled in his grip, excruciatingly aware of her helplessness. He rode her 
down onto the cloth, holding her, kissing her, fucking her. 

"Man, oh, man, you're the...uhhhh...the best fuck I've had in a long time," 
Hank confessed, shaking the sweat from his face. "Really?" 

A flash of pride shot through the young nun. The best, and he had been her 
very first, not counting the animal. Then that pride turned into something 
else, something much more intense when he rubbed his strong, flat belly up 
against the rounded curves of her ass. He was climbing her, mounting her, 
fucking powerfully into her squishy, wet cunt. His prick made those sexy 
noises as it fucked deep into her hot cunt. 

It was heaven, more like heaven than anything she had felt while praying 
before the Cross. Sister Mary Dominic jerked back and forth, wanting it all, 
wanting him to fuck her into oblivion. 

"Close, so close, so very close," she whispered, shaking her head wildly. 

Hank eased his cock gently from her cunt. Sister Mary Dominic liked that 
sensation, the feel of the hot streaks of her cunt juice dribbling down. She 
was soaked, frothing with the fluids of her excitement. She'd never been so 
wet. Her mind was a kaleidoscope of sexy thoughts. She wanted to fuck every 
way there was to fuck with this man. He was rubbing his cock against her 
clit now, feeling her back, then reaching around and squeezing her nipples. 

"Gotta do it. I'm gonna pop in you, or like this," he muttered. 

"Fuck me, then, fuck me!" 

Sister Mary Dominic's voice squealed high and loud. She didn't care any 
longer if Mother Superior found her or not. She didn't care about those 
accusing looks Sister Katherine had given her after the dog had fucked her. 
All she cared about was that wonderful prick starting to fuck deep into her 
cunt once again. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh! In! In! Oh, do it to me! Do it to me!" 

Sister Mary Dominic was a whore rutting under Hank's masterful fucking. She 
was babbling and jerking while chilly rushes of excitement ran up and down 
her twitching white thighs. Hank worked his young hips with a building 
fucking tempo. The juice seemed to erupt in spurts from her cunt as he 
fucked her, wetting the cloth under her. 

"Oh, baby, baby, come on, do it, do it with me!" he urged. 

Sister Mary Dominic ground her hips hungrily up in the air. She was going to 
cum. Oh yes, she was going to cum, and cum hard! Hank pulled back again, 
holding his cock just inside her milking, convulsing cuntal folds. She felt 
her body shake all over in a way that was strange to her. Her ass was just 
hanging there and shivering as she waited for the cock-knob to be speared 
back into her pussy. She cried and twisted her hips from one side to the 
other. Hank was raking pure pleasure from her soft cuntlips. 

"Cummmmmm..." 

The word bubbled from her mouth as the young nun teetered dangerously on the 
verge of her climax. She could see the dark abyss below her. She wanted to 
wait, wait until she felt Hank blowing his cum-load in her cunt. 
Instinctively, Sister Mary Dominic knew that would bring out more sensations 
from her pussy. 

"Bitch! Damn it, cunt! Fuckin' Jesus, gonna shoot my jizz right in your 
cunthole!" 

"Ohhhhh, shoooooot!" 

The revelation made Sister Dominic explode. She felt that white-hot core of 
joy explode over her, knocking out all thoughts except those dealing with 
her climax. She twisted and yelped, her body jerking from side to side and 
slamming back against Hank's. There was the sensation of something 
fire-hosing in her guts, something very hot and wet and sticky spattering 
against the walls of her pussy. But then her cuntal muscles took over, 
squeezing down, holding that thick hunk of prickmeat as it spurted out more 
and more wads of white-hot cum. 

She loved it, loved every damnable second of it. Backing up again, Sister 
Mary Dominic jerked her ass for the last time, her pussy muscles tensing, 
relaxing, then tensing again while the stud farmer blew the last of his 
cum-load into her sucking fuck-hole. 

"Ohhhhhh..." 

Sister Mary Dominic came and came and came before her pussy finally relaxed 
around the softening prick. Hank grunted, pulling his cockmeat out slowly. 
Sister Mary Dominic groaned as she felt his cock slipping from her 
fuck-slot. All that fluid, all that hot fuck-slime was running down the 
insides of her thighs--her cunt juice, his cum! The thought made her weak 
again. 

"That was fuckin' unbelievable!" the farmer gasped, shaking his head while 
caressing her white ass. "They all like that in there?" 

Sister Mary Dominic smiled, shaking her head. "I'm the only heretic, I 
guess. Perhaps I should talk to Mother about leaving the order altogether. I 
can't be a nun after...after what 

I've done," she confessed, shuddering as she turned around and faced her new 
lover. 

"What else've you done?" 

She thought of Thunder, thought of what someone like Hank would say if he 
were to know she had fucked with an animal. Lowering her eyes, she silently 
closed the conversation, drawing her arms modestly over her tits. She felt 
deflated for the time being, satisfied by that wonderful prick. How long 
would that last? How long would it be before the nun needed another prick, 
another fucking session like this to calm her? Would it be Hank? Or would 
Thunder come back into her life? 

"Here. You can't go back in there looking like you just had the fuck of your 
life...even if you did," Hank said with a broad grin, handing her a towel. 

"Please, perhaps it's best if you don't see me for some time," she 
whispered, drawing her cotton drawers over her thighs and trying to keep her 
gaze away from him. 

"I was thinking along different lines," Hank said, coming up to her just as 
she'd hitched her bra. He was holding her around the waist lightly, making 
fucking movements against her crotch, making her feel wanted, like a woman. 

"Please 

"I'm going to tell your Mother Superior I need some of you girls up at my 
place for an afternoon to help sort through our accounts and whatever. 
You're going to be the one who comes," Hank said, arching his eyebrows. 

He gave her a little pat across the ass, smoothing his fingers over the thin 
cotton, then sliding them up under the leg band and poking her ass-hole with 
one fingernail. Sister Mary Dominic let out a sharp little cry, jerking her 
thighs forward. 

"She will never believe you," the nun said, shaking her head. 

"She'll do anything if she thinks I'm gonna raise the price of my food. 
Believe me," he said, kissing her hard on the mouth, then pushing her away 
gently. "Now, you've gotta get dressed and inside." 

Sister Mary Dominic agreed, quickly dressing and moving to the barn door 
while Hank pulled on his boots. She flashed him a quick look, then slipped 
out of the barn door and walked briskly toward the chapter house. 

How good she felt, how wonderfully good! The sky seemed bluer as she strode 
across the courtyard. Was this the crisis of faith others had talked of? Was 
this the "dark night of the soul" she had heard so much about? The nun 
thought that was supposed to happen years later. It didn't matter. Climbing 
the steps to the porch, feeling the slick rub of her cuntlips against one 
another as she stepped into the chapter house, Sister Mary Dominic could 
only think of one thing-fucking. 

And as she passed Sister Katherine, who had been looking from the window at 
her, she only smiled, barely aware of the other nun's presence. Yes, she 
would have that talk with Mother later. Prayers, devotions, vows, 
novenas-none of these were for her any longer. Thunder and Hank had showed 
her that. She had to be out in the world, not buried in this comfortable and 
yet suffocating universe filled only with frustrated women. She would take 
her place outside with the others, perhaps with Hank. 

"Sister, could I..." 

Sister Katherine had begun to speak. 

"Later Sister. It's time for vespers," Sister Mary Dominic said, putting one 
finger to her lips and nodding to Mother, who had been watching them sternly 
from the doorway. Oh, what a relief it would be to leave this place! 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Sister Katherine had seen it happen! She had seen it all and felt 
responsible for what she was sure had gone on there in the barn! Having come 
into the kitchen, she saw Mr. Jensen kissing Sister Mary Dominic. What was 
worse she had seen the nun kissing him back, hunching into him, not caring 
who happened to come in. Hiding, she watched as the two slipped into the 
barn to...to fuck. Sister Katherine felt her face burn with shame as she 
thought about it. 

The two of them in a disgraceful embrace, naked body against naked body, 
his...his thick cock slipping into Sister Mary Dominic as if she were his 
lawful wife! Disgusting! 

And yet...and yet something in the nun responded to that thought of fucking. 
She had been lured into letting the dog do things to her, things she still 
prayed the Lord would forgive. He had fucked her in the ass, sodomized her! 
And all that had happened under the watchful eye of Sister Mary Dominic. 
What was worse was the delightful sensation she had experienced during that 
obscene act! She had never felt something so good, so wonderfully 
all-encompassing as that fuck. The dog had held her, embraced her, then 
rolled her back and fucked her while her cunt had exploded. 

How confusing it all was! Sitting there alone in her cell she was unable to 
read her prayer book. Closing the small prayer book, she draped the black 
beaded rosary over the night stand and cracked open her door. She had to get 
out. Perhaps some fresh air. Even though it was against the order's rules to 
leave the house at this time of night, she had to clear her thoughts of 
those evil ideas. Fucking. 

Tiptoeing down the darkened corridor, she passed the holy Madonna in the 
corridor, silently crossing herself and bowing her head as she shuffled 
shame-facedly by. Wearing only her plain white cotton nightgown the young 
nun slipped through the halls like a ghost, turning toward the cavernous 
kitchen. 

"I can't go on like this, I just can't," the confused nun muttered as she 
moved blindly through the darkened chapter house. 

She was about to slip outside when she saw something low moving in front of 
her. Frozen with terror, she stopped, one hand over her heart. Was it the 
devil? Surely he had read her heart and was smiling with hellish triumph. It 
was yet another soul snared in his net. She stepped back, her heart thudding 
madly, her legs trembling as she expected to feel his claws close around her 
neck, the floor open up and tongues of flame begin to burn her body for 
eternity. 

"Oh!" It was Thunder. 

Sister Katherine closed her eyes and tilted her head back, letting out a 
sigh of relief. The animal yipped quietly, rubbing up against the backs of 
her legs. Normally she would have cringed at his touch. But now, confused, 
horrified by her own thoughts, the nun stood there, drinking in the 
sensation of having the dog's body pressed against hers. It was nice, 
pleasant, a good feeling. She began feeling somewhat very warm and moist 
happening between her legs. It was that hot, furry spot, that area swelling 
up even now as the big animal whimpered through his nose. 

He wanted her again. He wanted to lick her cunt, to fuck her. Sister 
Katherine hadn't come out here for the dog. But now that he was here, now 
that he was in front of her nosing up her gown, smelling her cunt, enticing 
her, it was difficult not to respond. There was no one around here. Mother 
was doubtlessly asleep or up saying her late prayers. The others were sound 
asleep-even Sister Mary Dominic, no surprise considering what she had done 
this afternoon with that stud farmer Hank Jensen. 

"Here, boy, here Thunder." 

Sister Katherine snapped her fingers softly, looking around. Not the barn. 
She disliked the odor of piss and shit hanging in the air like some fetid, 
horrid perfume. But where could she go? Moving forward, bending to one side 
as she ran her fingers along the dog's furred back, the nun led him past the 
kitchen, past the chapter house's reception area toward the chapel. It was 
thickly carpeted in there, and dark. Cracking the door open Sister Katherine 
peeked in. Not a soul. Only the candles flickered, giving the room a ghostly 
look. 

She shivered. Having sex here, in front of the Cross, it was too much. But 
Thunder had no knowledge of religion. He sensed this would be the place he 
would have his treasure, and he nosed her cunt more frantically. 

"All right, Thunder, all right, doggie." 

Sister Katherine closed the door, reaching around and pulling a heavy pew 
across the door. She could think of something, surely, should someone come 
in and find the door barred. Her back to the altar, Sister Katherine 
cross-crossed her arms, pulling her long white cotton gown from her body and 
laying it carefully across one of the pews. She looked down, her lithe, 
smooth body seeming to take on a strange glow in the light of the flickering 
candles. She stretched out both hands imploringly to the dog, feeling the 
ache in her pussy grow into a pulsing want, a need. 

Thunder moved in quickly, his tongue out. Leaning against a pew, the nun 
felt the dog's head butting between her thighs, spreading them widely apart. 
The sudden penetration of her cunt by his tongue brought out a fiery shiver 
that spread fast over her flesh. Weakly, she tried to keep herself braced up 
against the pew. But her own lust was sapping her strength. With a moan of 
defeat, Sister Katherine sank to the floor, her head banging against the 
back of the pew. 

"Oh doggie, it's just you and me now. Oh, fuck me, Thunder, fuck..." 

The words came naturally to her as she rolled on the thick carpeting. She 
choked, trying to get the air back in her lungs while Thunder was making 
those funny whimpering noises in his throat. It was so wonderful, even if it 
was happening in this holy of holy places. She touched those pointy ears, 
feeling his hot, panting breath against her right wrist. 

"Oh, I'm a nun! This isn't right! It just isn't," she whispered, not really 
paying any attention to the words bubbling from her mouth. 

She squirmed her ass around, banging her left knee against the back of the 
rear pew. The dog moved in, opening his powerful jaws and sinking his fangs 
into her thigh. Sister Katherine let out a small cry, jerking her ass 
forward, clawing her fingertips against the thick red carpeting. When the 
pain became too sharp, the young woman opened her body to him again. Letting 
out a small yip of triumph, he wriggled his nose deep into her cuntal crack. 
It was what she had wanted all along! 

Sister Katherine groaned, tossing her head from side to side while she felt 
his sloppy licking tongue fuck deep into her cunt. Oh, she wanted it there 
now, not in the ass where she had had it several days ago! The nun still 
winced when she thought about it, the way he had held her down, making it 
impossible for her to squirm out from under his body as he fucked her ass. 
How painful it had been. And there was Sister Mary Dominic, watching while 
touching herself! 

"Uhhhhh!" 

But now, now this was different. She was alone with the beast, and he was 
paying attention only to her! She sucked in another deep breath, feeling her 
lungs fill with oxygen as the dog licked again against her clit. Sister 
Katherine liked that, liked it a lot! She petted the dog excitedly with the 
soles of her bare feet, rolling her eyes up and staring into the blackness 
above her. 

"Oh doggie, oh Thunder, this is...is wonderful!" 

Sister Katherine twisted around, pushing the hair from her eyes. She raised 
her knees lightly, looking at the animal between her spit-flecked thighs. 
The sound of the dog's mouth stroking her steamy cunt was enough to put her 
out of her mind. It was then the nun realized her hips were moving against 
the carpeting, the sensation of the piling pricking her ass-hole making her 
more excited. The dog was at her feet now, mouthing her toes and ankles. It 
was the musky smell of sex on her flesh that made him like that. What else 
could explain it? The nun looked heavy-lidded at his movements, then fell 
back onto the carpeting. He was licking her knees again, up to her thighs, 
then at last eating out her naked cunt. Sister Katherine pressed herself up 
to him, opening her legs until she felt the big muscles in her ass cramp 
with the tension. She was giving him all her cunt to eat. 

"Uhhhhh!" 

She was going to cum if she let the dog go on that way. Reaching down 
between her legs, the young nun pushed him away, feeling her wet cunt throb 
and pulse on the verge of climax. 

"No, Thunder, not yet. Oh no, boy, doggie, I don't wanna cum yet." Her words 
sounded strange in this holy place. 

All the nun could think of was Mr. Jensen, the way she had caught him and 
Sister Mary Dominic in the kitchen, and then the sight of them leaving to go 
to the barn. She thought of him and shivered, imagining she could feel his 
warm fingers touching her all over, touching her cunt. Just at that point 
Thunder had begun licking over her clit. A wild picture of that stud farmer 
doing the same thing flashed through the nun's mind. Sister Katherine 
yelped, kicking both legs out as a particularly powerful spasm shot through 
her cunt. She banged her ankles repeatedly against the back of the pew as 
her body shivered and jerked in the throes of pre-orgasmic spasms. 

She was a bitch, a bitch nun. The thought appealed to Sister Katherine as 
she rutted there under Thunder's petting tongue. She liked the thought so 
much she drew Thunder more closely to her body, feeding him her pussy 
without reservation. 

"Thunder...ohhhhh, God, do it to me!" 

The dog was more than obliging. His rubbing tongue was excruciating, making 
her swing her hips wildly from side to side while keeping her legs up high 
in the air. She could feel his spit drenching her soaked cuntlips, dripping 
down her thighs, her ass. Sister Katherine was careful, however, not to roll 
back too far. The nun remembered that had happened the last time when 
Thunder had become too excited. She wasn't about to have him fuck her in the 
ass again. The young nun wanted to feel his prick in her cunt. She no longer 
cared about her cherry, about her vows to God and Church. She wanted to feel 
the same delight Sister Mary Dominic doubtlessly felt with this dog and with 
Mr. Hank Jensen. "Uhhhhhh!" 

Thunder was lurching forward and eating her cunt with a wild appetite. His 
snout moved up and down through her fuck-slot, forcing the inner tiny labia 
apart, stretching her pussy until Sister Katherine thought he might tear 
something. It was what she'd been waiting for all those days-the sensation 
of someone touching her pussy, stretching her cunt, shoving something down 
in her cunt. Oh, this was much better than those dreadful prayers that made 
one so depressed! Sister Katherine yelped like the dog, writhing her 
shoulders against the carpeting. Drawing her fingers up along her tits, 
pinching her nipples, the nun held onto the big dog for all she was worth. 

"Doggie . . .oh, Thunder, Thunder, this is it. Oh, God in heaven, you're 
more than I could ever hope for," Sister Katherine whispered. 

The nun had managed to keep herself under vocal control, realizing Mother's 
bed was nearby. She couldn't arouse the old nun without the severest of 
consequences. Calming herself a bit, Sister Katherine continued petting the 
German shepherd with her toes, drawing her thighs back, back until she had 
her knees pulled away from her pussy as much as she possibly could. He 
licked her cunt appreciatively, dribbling his spit all over her. Doggie 
spit. She didn't care. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more the 
nun liked that idea. She wriggled her ass invitingly around once more, 
feeling all the muscles in her body tighten and cramp with excitement. 
Doggie spit was dribbling down from her cunt, trickling into her ass-hole. 

"Ooooooo!" 

Thunder was doing something new now. She felt him nibbling around the puffed 
outer lips of her cunt, letting those fangs tease all her nerve endings. The 
effect was devasting! Sister Katherine curled her fingers, digging the nails 
into her sweaty palms while cinching her eyes tightly. A pulse beat in her 
head as she arched no her spine, pressing her shoulder blades hard against 
the soft carpeting. It was wild, the most hot, wild thing she had ever felt 
in her young, religious life. A dog biting her there! And there was no pain, 
no fear, only the hot, tight, itchy pulse of climax coming right around the 
corner! 

Sister Katherine panted heavily, rubbing her back raw against the carpeting 
while beating her heels against the humping back of the large dog. She 
wanted him, wanted him now! The tongue fucking in and out of her cunt just 
wasn't enough for the panting nun. She had to have it all, just the way 
Sister Mary Dominic had. If she couldn't have the farmer, she would have her 
friend's other lover. 

"Uhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" 

Sister Katherine humped her back hard, beating her head and ass against the 
carpeting. The dog was growling along with her, the hair around his neck 
bristling with the wildness both of them felt. Again he growled, tossing his 
head. 

"Oh, good God, God, God!" 

Sister Katherine jerked up, clawing at the dog's thick-furred neck. She 
urged him on, then restrained him when the biting made her wince. She felt 
deliciously vulnerable, and at times in danger. But just letting him hurt 
her in this was wonderfully exciting. She wheeled around on her ass, her 
feet banging against the wall. 

Something fell. One of the Stations of The Cross. 

Sister Katherine giggled, feeling a kind of delightful power surge through 
her. She was desecrating this altar, fucking here with this animal and 
tearing the altar down at the same time. Her cunt shut tight on the dog's 
tongue, milking it, pulling it in. Oh, it was time to do something more than 
just let the animal eat her out. Sister Katherine inhaled deeply, 
remembering her cherry, remembering this would be a first for her. 

"Doggie, oh, do it to me! Oh God, Thunder, fuck me in the cunt!" 

She whispered the terrible words, her face streaked with perspiration. 
Flames of hot goodness licked up her thighs, burning her clit. The places 
between her fingers and toes tingled. Sister Katherine felt the dog moving 
in once more, his forepaws braced against her inner thighs. He was opening 
his maw now, taking her cunt in his jaw and shaking it gently as if it were 
a rabbit or something. The nun went crazy, wallowing her body on the 
carpeting as she felt both sets of fangs sinking into the hot, wet, swollen 
cuntmeat. His tongue was still lapping over her pussy, touching her clit 
while he held her like that. 

"Mmmmmmm! Oh, Thunder!" 

The dog pawed at her thighs as if he wanted more. Sister Katherine was glad 
of that move. She wanted more from him, as well! The nun cried out as she 
felt his tongue entering her cunt, sucking out more of her juices. He rolled 
and licked around the ring of sensitive pussy muscles, making them convulse 
and tighten around his muzzle. It was very close to the feeling of being 
fucked, she guessed. And now she wanted that feeling for real. Again the nun 
struggled through the excitement that had dulled her brain, pushing Thunder 
away. 

"Fuck me, Thunder, fuck me doggie style." 

She had seen dogs fucking one another on the beach. Her mother had blushed, 
telling her all sorts of stories to hide the real truth from the girl. It 
had been her brother who had unveiled the act of sex, and that very crudely. 
Now she remembered that scene, those two animals fucking on the beach. And 
the young nun wanted it to happen to her. She rolled around onto her hands 
and knees, spreading her thighs widely apart while tilting her ass up. 

"Please, Thunder, please, do it to me now, fuck me!" 

Her words were hoarse, running together as she crouched there in front of 
the altar, her tits hanging sexily down. Her naked belly sagged just a bit 
as the dog pawed at her, sniffling around her ass, then smelling her cunt 
once more. The young nun then felt both paws brace against her ass-cheeks. 
In a moment he was sliding up, pressing against her ass, wriggling over her 
back while balancing himself against her spine. She had done it! Crouched 
there like a bitch in the street, she had managed to get the dog mounted 
atop her. 

"Uhhhhh, oh Thunder, you feel so good, so very, very gooooood!" 

She shivered, her shoulders shaking as the animal crawled on top of her. The 
feel of his paws scratching against her sides, of his furred belly warming 
her back, of his bushy tail swishing across her heels made her shudder with 
lust and excitement. The nun let her head drop a bit, her forehead touching 
the carpeting. She jerked her ass back, wriggling it, feeling her muscles 
tense from the added weight of carrying the big dog on her body. Thunder 
responded by moving around, his hindquarters pattering about while his prick 
slid all the way out from its furry sheath and rubbed into her cuntal crack. 
She wanted to be fucked by that dog cock. 

"Thunder, do it now, do it!" 

The nun curled her fingers into the carpeting as if that could keep her mind 
from exploding again and again. Thunder arched his spine slightly, then 
hunkered down, holding her tightly with his forelegs while shoving forward 
mightily. With one powerful lunge, the German shepherd fucked his prick 
right into the nun's cunt. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

"Ohhhhhh!" 

Her pussy muscles had tightened protectively, keeping the big dog cock from 
touching her cherry yet. Sister Katherine was more than aware of this 
problem. She even thought now about letting the animal fuck her only part of 
the way. The thought of losing her cherry to a dog still left her a bit 
uneasy. But when he began fucking slowly, touching her clit all the time 
with his cockshaft, the nun lost all her thoughts of not letting him tear 
out her cherry. She wanted to feel that thing rodding her all the way. 

"Fuck it out, doggie! Oh, Thunder, fuck me all the way!" 

Thunder tightened his grip around her belly, flattening his head between her 
jutting shoulder-blades. Sister Katherine liked that feeling, the sensation 
of his powerful head pressing against the back of her neck. She could feel 
his panting breath moving the curly tendrils just behind her ears. At times 
she could hear him whimpering softly, letting out soft cries of delight as 
he fucked into her. 

The nun wriggled her ass appreciatively, curling her toes until they 
cramped, drinking in the sensation of being fucked. And then Thunder fucked 
down harder, the tip of his cock spearing against her cherry. The dog whined 
in confusion, unable to understand why his cock wouldn't go all the way. 
Sister Katherine let out a cry of pain. The pressure against her cherry was 
causing her some agony. She fell forward, grabbing at the legs of the pew 
for support, tightening her fingers around the wood as she felt her cherry 
start to tear free of its anchorage. 

"Ohhhhh...agghghghhhh!" 

There was a sharp jolt of pain, a shock of agony as the animal tore through 
her cherry. Sister Katherine twitched as if she were experiencing 
convulsions, her knees shooting apart, her ass dropping. Thunder whined in 
confusion, keeping himself braced atop the groaning nun while holding his 
prick in her pussy. Sister Katherine tried crawling away from the pain, only 
to be stopped by the German shepherd's insistence on keeping himself atop 
her. 

"Thunder, oh God, God, you're so...so gooood," she whimpered. 

The pain was slowly going away as she crouched there sobbing, hot tears 
rolling down her flushed cheeks. In its place was a pleasant throbbing 
sensation, the same one that had driven her mad earlier. But now there was 
another feeling, one that was nearly as important as the pulsing in her 
clit. It was the sensation of being filled, really filled for the first 
time. She could feel his cock all the way in her now, pushing aside her 
inner organs, throbbing up against her cuntal walls. It had taken her over. 

Sister Katherine pushed back, pulling herself back to her original crouched 
position, feeling her stiff, itchy nipples rubbing sexily over the 
carpeting. A dull roar was going on in her head now while the animal began 
fucking back and forth, in and out of her cunt. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" 

Her pussy was tight, so very tight. But Thunder didn't seem to mind. He 
seemed to like the hot cinching of her pussy against his cock-meat. The nun 
smiled weakly, shaking away the perspiration and tears rolling down her 
face. 

She felt her insides being pulled out as the dog withdrew, then being 
itchily shoved back in place as he fucked back into her cunt. Now her plump 
ass quivered with each doggie fuck-thrust while her clit burned and burned 
with the tickle of his animal hairs against it. It was starting to drive her 
insane again. The young nun bucked and thrashed under Thunder's insistent 
fucking. 

"Thunder! Oh, do it, boy, do it to me! Ohhhhh, God, fuck me good with that 
thing!" 

Sister Katherine whispered encouragement to the big animal as he fucked down 
long and deep. She could feel something different in his movements now, a 
need, she guessed, to purge his cum, to impregnate the female. The thought 
of that happening soon drove her further along the path toward cumming. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" 

It was the brutal stabbing of his prick that made her tighten her cunt 
muscles. She felt the powerful ring of her cunt clamp down around the base 
of Thunder's prick just as his movements had become the most violent. The 
animal howled, jerking his head up, his paws tightening hard around her 
upper chest. Katherine struggled against him, feeling the dog squirming atop 
her. His breath was panting heavy and hot against the side of her face. With 
her muscles so tight, she could fee the steady pulsing of his prick as his 
balls tried to pump all the cum out into her pussy. "Nooooo!" 

The nun was shutting off the tube that ran along his prickshaft. She knew 
she was stopping the animal in the middle of his cum. Even though this was 
the first time she had fucked, she knew it instinctively. Thunder's yelps 
became louder as he thrashed wildly above her. For one mad moment the nun 
relished her control, her superiority over the animal that had fucked her 
down into the floor. 

Sister Katherine pranced her ass around wildly, still holding onto the dog's 
cockshaft with her aching cunt. It hurt her to hold him for very long. But 
she was starting to cum now. She could feel those itchy, rushing tickles 
that maddened the ruby-red bulge of her clit. "Ohhhhhh!" 

She clawed her fingers along the carpeting, pulling up some of the piling 
between her fingers. She released the tenseness, feeling her cunt soften 
around the animal's prick once more. The dog grunted and lunged down as if 
he were rabid. She hadn't realized the pooch could stab her pussy so deeply 
and so quickly as he was doing now. 

"Uh, no, no, no!" 

It was too much, far too much for her to stand! Sister Katherine thought 
surely they would find her in the morning, sprawled naked there, doggie cum 
trickling from her cunthole, dead from a heart attack. 

The dog was biting her neck now, then licking her all over while still 
keeping his prick buried all the way in her cunt. Sister Katherine couldn't 
keep her crouched position for long. She fell over, feeling the dog still 
holding onto her. They were on their sides now, Thunder fucking wildly into 
her, relieving himself of more sexual tension while dumping wad after wad of 
his doggie jizz in her pussy. Sister Katherine cried out, feeling another 
series of climactic spasms knife through her clit, making her legs shiver 
and jerk as if someone had touched her with a cattle prod. 

"Ohhhhh...cummmmm! Oh Thunder, you're making me cum again!" 

She couldn't control her own body as she came and came and came. The animal 
was shaking now, licking the back of her neck while giving her a few more 
hunches. It was wonderful, the best thing that had happened to her since she 
had taken her final vows for a nun. 

"Fuck!" 

The word wasn't dirty at all now. It had taken on a deeper, more mysterious 
connotation. She liked what it meant and reveled in it. 

Thunder began pulling away from her. She shivered, feeling his softened 
cockshaft slide past her cuntlips. She was emptied now, abandoned as the 
animal pulled off and began licking his prick. 

"Oh, Sweet Jesus, I'm such a mess!" 

Even in the candlelight, she could see blood smeared on the insides of both 
thighs, most of it already dry. The nun swallowed the last bit of 
excitement, rubbing her fingers over her upper arms and trying to recapture 
some of the feelings that had turned her into a rutting bitch moments ago. 

"Oh, Thunder, you deserve some kind of reward," the nun said, picking up her 
gown and sliding it over her body. 

The big dog whimpered, looking up from between his legs, still licking those 
fuzzy little balls. Sister Katherine put both hands against the side of the 
blocking pew and shoved it back in place, opening the altar door and 
checking down the hall. No. All her cries had been muffled enough by the 
thick walls to protect her and the dog from disclosure. Only someone with 
their ears pressed against the door could have heard her crying out with joy 
the moment she came. 

"Here, boy, come here." 

The dog pricked up his ears and scrambled to his feet, following the nun 
down the darkened corridor to the kitchen. Sister Katherine could see some 
of the nuns had already pulled out things for breakfast the night before. 
Glancing up at the clock, she saw it was nearly two-thirty. It would be only 
a short while before some of them would rise and begin breakfast. 

"You deserve something better than dog food for your performance." 

She tiptoed all the way into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator door and 
fishing around in the back until she found some ground beef someone had 
wrapped to be used later. They were all so thrifty at the convent. It was 
something Mother had instilled in them, a kind of vow they learned and took. 
Thunder looked on, his tail wagging slowly in anticipation. Unwrapping the 
ground beef and seeing it was far from frozen, she set it down in his yellow 
food bowl Mother always kept near the back door. Stepping back, Sister 
Katherine watched the animal go after it ravenously, hacking at the meat 
with his teeth. Sister Katherine bit her hp as she watched. He was just an 
animal, just a dog. And yet he'd done things to her a man hadn't. 

"Beautiful, wonderful dog," Sister Katherine whispered to herself, feeling 
as if she were losing her mind. She could feel the cum oozing from her cunt 
slit, dripping down her thighs and drying there. He had fucked her, had 
fucked out her cherry, had made her cum twice powerfully. 

She yawned, scratching herself through the loose-fitting gown. She should 
take a shower. But the sound of running water would surely wake up members 
of the order. No. That was fine. She would sleep like this, thinking of the 
way she had lost her cherry, of the delightful sensations that had sparked 
and sputtered from her clit while the big German shepherd had fucked all the 
way into her cunt. 

Sister Katherine watched, finally turning from the eating animal as he 
finished his meal. She felt him rubbing affectionately against her as she 
made her way back to her cell. 

"No, Thunder, no. I've got to sleep," she whispered, gently pushing the dog 
away. 

Sister Katherine smiled to herself, closing the door gently, then lying down 
on her narrow, clean, sterile bed. 

What would Mother Superior say if she were to know her watchdog was 
servicing two of her nuns? Something like a vicious thought entered her 
mind. She could just imagine Mother sitting behind her large desk, her eyes 
rounded, her mouth pulled into a thin scar as she began revealing what both 
she and Sister Mary Dominic had been doing. The old woman would sit there 
until her outrage finally boiled over. What would she say about the 
bestiality going on, about the way the two of them were carrying on with her 
watchdog? Mother certainly would fall back in her chair. She would be 
clutching her heart, her lips moving and no sound coming out while her gray 
eyes widened. 

What shame they would bring down on the order! 

Sister Katherine rolled onto her side, curling up in a fetal position as she 
wrapped her arms around her body. Yes, it would be fun. But it would be more 
fun just keeping quiet and enjoying the affections of the big dog. She 
sighed, happily closing her eyes and savoring the memory. Thunder-that 
wonderful, wonderful Thunder-fucking her, tearing away her cherry, sending 
hot streamers of his cum into her itchy cunt and making it convulse even 
harder! Now she wanted to fuck that dog all the time. Sister Mary Dominic 
could have her farmer. She just wanted the big-cocked dog. 

With these wicked thoughts, the young nun fell into a deep sleep... 

The next morning, Sister Mary Dominic had just left the chapel, praying for 
her own soul as she began to have doubts about what she had been doing at 
the convent. Mother was there, a stern look on her as she folded her hands 
together. Behind the old nun was Hank Jensen, a faint grin on his lips. 
Sister Mary Dominic could hardly keep her composure. 

"It's early, Sister, but Mr. Jensen insists you accompany him to his farm 
along with Sister 

Katherine as a kind of back-up. He says he has some problems with the 
figures dealing with the commerce between us and him. I insisted he bring 
his books here, but Mr. Jensen is adamant," Mother said, turning to him and 
giving him a look of extreme displeasure. "I don't like my sisters leaving 
the convent this way. But..." 

She made a helpless gesture, folding her hands back in the folds of her 
gown. Bowing her head she backed away. 

"You will return in time for Nones, I hope. If not," she said, turning once 
more to Hank, "call me. This must be settled immediately." 

Sister Mary Dominic could hardly believe this vile lie was taking place. 
Could Sister Katherine know what was going on in her mind? They had shared 
that night together, the night when the dog had fucked them both-in a way. 
Did she know about her and Hank? Sister Mary Dominic tried to catch her 
friend's eye, but the other nun purposely kept her head turned away. 

"Well, shall we?" 

Sister Katherine was gasping, unable to grasp what was happening to them. 
She couldn't believe the boldness of both Sister Mary Dominic and Hank 
Jensen. She knew they had planned this. It was so obvious. She wanted to 
demand to remain at the convent. But she felt her cunt swelling. 

"Remember, before Nones," Mother called out as they climbed into the small 
truck. 

Sister Katherine said nothing all the way to the farm while Mary Dominic 
questioned Hank in a business-like way. The drive was tediously long. When 
they arrived Sister Mary Dominic said something about wanting to go over the 
books alone with Hank. Then the three of them could review the matter. 
Sister Katherine blushed at the lie she was hearing, wanting to pull her 
friend to the side and say she didn't have to bother with this charade any 
longer. But Hank was there, watching the two of them, smirking at them both. 
No. She would play along, pretend to be naive, "You can walk around out 
there, Sister. Plenty of room, and time to contemplate. OF Pal can keep you 
company and protect you." 

Jumping from the porch and barking happily was a large black German 
shepherd, much larger than Thunder at the convent. Sister Katherine looked 
down, feeling tears rush to her eyes. Was there no escape for her? Was she 
going to have beasts pursuing her all her life? Would she have no man, 
nothing but dogs fucking her? Then the bitterness of that thought 
disappeared. Perhaps Pal was just a friendly dog, a watchdog meant to keep 
visitors company while his master was...was upstairs fucking. Again the 
bitterness came back as both Hank and Sister Mary Dominic disappeared in the 
big house. 

"Pal? Let's walk, Pal." 

Inside the house, Hank was already grabbing Sister Mary Dominic, tugging at 
her gown, pulling it from her body. The rosary clanked to the floor, the 
nun's right foot crushing one of the beads. 

"Stop it, please. Sister Katherine might come in and see us." 

Hank threw back his head and laughed, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. 

"So what? She's probably just as hot as you are. And if she ain't, shit, 
she'll just pray for your soul." 

"No, I'm a nun," Sister Mary Dominic said, surprised at how false that 
sounded now. 

"You're a nun like shit! You're a bitch, my bitch. If you had any sense 
you'd be shucking off that damned costume and come live with me, baby. I 
need something like you in the sack to come home to." 

"No, please 

Her protests were cut off by his hard kissing, his tongue sliding back to 
her throat while his fingers removed the rest of her gown. Sister Mary 
Dominic felt herself whirling around in a sea of passion, her bearings gone, 
the only thing real about all this being the hands caressing her and that 
hard lump of prickmeat pressing out from his Levi's. 

"Fuck me, just fuck me," she whispered, her head tilting back as she stepped 
from her cotton drawers. 

"You won't have to ask me twice on that one, baby." 

Sister Mary Dominic felt herself being picked up, her body hugged tightly 
against his as they made their way to his bedroom. Oh, where would this all 
end? 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Sister Katherine hesitated, her fingers nervously fluttering around her lips 
as she looked at the big house. What were they doing in there now? Was he 
fucking her? Were they naked, their bodies sliding over one another, his 
mouth on hers? Or perhaps he was sucking her cunt, touching her down there 
the way the dog did, licking down deep while squeezing her tits and nipples! 
Just the thought of something like that happening made the nun nearly faint 
with fuck lust. 

She gasped, closing her eyes, feeling the world moving beneath her feet. It 
was wrong, wrong for this sort of thing to happen. But rather than revulsion 
or outrage, Sister Katherine felt jealousy and envy. She turned from the 
house, feeling left out. 

Next to her, Pal was whining, his head tilted up, his eyes rolled up to meet 
hers. Sister Katherine smiled wanly, reaching down and petting his head. She 
had just started doing things like this and suddenly...suddenly she felt 
like an old pro. 

"Well, boy, let's see if you know anything about women. Nuns, in 
particular," she said, her smile fading as a powerful spasm hit her cunt. 

Looking around, the young nun noticed a barn similar to the one at the 
convent. It offered privacy, the same kind of privacy Sister Mary Dominic 
and Hank had now in the house. Sister Katherine let out a bitter laugh, 
frightening the animal for a moment. 

"No, boy, nothing wrong. Come on, Pal, come on in-and let's play." 

The dog trotted behind her, his tail high in the air, his mouth open happily 
while his tongue hung from one corner. Her fingers nervously held onto the 
door, opening it while her eyes shifted back to the house. Quickly, she 
stepped inside the barn, the dog following. 

It was far more of a barn than the one they had at the chapter. There were 
horses in there, several of them, all with their heads pushed over the low 
stalls and staring curiously at this woman in black. Sister Katherine put 
one hand to her heart, a little startled at this find. 

Sister Katherine stepped forward, her shoes sinking in the soft hay. The 
stallions watched her nervously. She had never been this close to a horse, 
and she felt the overwhelming presence of power engulf her. She shivered, 
rubbing her fingers together, feeling something overwhelming strike her. The 
nun approached the big horses tentatively, looking over them all, then 
finally choosing the one farthest from the door. Was it something in his 
eyes? She didn't know. Pal trotted behind her, sniffing at the hay at times, 
looking up at the horses who seemed to know and ignore him. 

"Nice, horse, nice..." 

Sister Katherine felt her cunt heating up terribly, an odd prickly sensation 
making her skin tingle. It was the same kind of feeling she'd had when 
Thunder had begun nosing her. "What am I doing?" 

She felt her fingers grow icy. She should leave, should rush from the barn. 
But there was something about that stallion, something that made her feel a 
need to touch the animal. Biting down on her lower lip, she moved toward the 
big black stallion, stretching out her hand and touching him. He whinnied 
nervously, nodding his head up and down while swishing his tail from side to 
side. But the animal stood his ground, staring at her with those huge eyes. 

In a moment the nun found herself moving into the stall. She really hadn't 
intended doing this. Sister Mary Dominic and Hank were fucking in the house, 
however. What was she expected to do? Watch? The more she thought about 
them, the more the nun was shamefully aware of the friction of her slick 
cuntlips over her clit. It was happening again. Only this time, a horse 
rather than a dog was exciting her. Sister Katherine drew back putting both 
hands to her mouth and shaking her head. No. no. It couldn't be happening to 
her. Not this. Not here. But the itchy pulsing in her cunt told her 
otherwise. Shuddering, shivering, the young man put her hands to her face 
and felt just how hot her cheeks were. 

Sister Katherine moved forward, keeping her hands on the animal's muscular, 
sleek sides. She had read somewhere that if you keep talking to a horse 
while touching him you won't frighten the beast. She murmured something, 
always keeping her fingers against the stallion's sides, feeling her own 
heart beating so rapidly. She leaned forward a little more, her body rubbing 
up against the horse's. In a flash the nun realized she was caressing the 
horse, feeling his warm, sleek body. Her feet sank in the soft hay a little 
more as she inhaled sharply, smelling the piss and shit strongly now. But 
somehow the odor didn't bother her. 

Her cunt seeped more hot juice while subtle throbbing of delight raced up 
and down her moist cuntal crack. Sister Katherine shivered once more. 
Closing her eyes, she felt the power of her cunt muscle throbbing against 
her cotton drawers. Moving her hands up and down, she drank in the touch of 
the big stallion's sides against her fingers. Then the nun thought of 
something else, of the stallion's prick, of the few dirty jokes she had 
heard about men who were "hung like a horse." She pulled her fingers away 
from the beast, trying to regain some control of her mind. Stepping back, 
the nun turned around, looking down between his hindquarters and gasping. 

"Oh, it's true!" she gasped, clapping her hand to her mouth. 

It was true. She had never seen something that big in her young life! And 
that was the thing the horse used to fuck with? It was an outright miracle 
he didn't kill the mares with one savage thrust. But this was God's world, 
and she was certain He had made a good plan. Moving back around, Sister 
Katherine felt her nipples stiffening as she walked slowly up to his bed, 
tracing her fingers along the graceful, curving lines of his chest. He was 
such a handsome beast, such a good-looking and powerful animal. And he was 
standing their patiently, snorting every now and then, watching as she 
walked back and forth, caressing his flesh. 

"Good horsie..." 

She was touching his big head now, feeling him nuzzling against her tits. It 
was delightful, making her flesh tingle and glow all the more. The nun found 
herself looking back at that big prick once more. It was so long, so black, 
so huge and thick. She shuddered, feeling her pussy muscles tensing and 
relaxing, tensing, relaxing, making her cuntlips open and snap shut like the 
valves of a clam. What could she be thinking of? What would it be like 
having something like that horse cock squeezing into her cunt, fucking all 
the way into her until...until she was spitting out horse cum from between 
her lips? Sister Katherine shook her head, pressing her flushed cheeks 
against the horse's sides. Yes, she was thinking about that, wondering if 
there was some way the animal could fuck her. "Uhhhhh!" 

What was she doing? What on earth had come over her? Why was she kneeling on 
the straw now, back by the stallion's hindquarters? She was staring at the 
big, bobbing prick, her eyes wide while that thick fucker jerked and 
twitched in front of her. The stallion pranced back a few steps, shaking his 
proud head, swishing his tail vainly back and forth. Sister Katherine liked 
that show of power, of haughty independence. She groaned, biting her lower 
Up, waiting for the big horse to calm a bit before she began touching him. 

"Easy, boy, easy..." 

The nun found herself touching his right flank, her fingers rubbing against 
his flesh tentatively at first, then with more confidence. 

Curiosity drove her to touch his cock. The big stallion shivered but stayed 
still, his eyes seeming to grow larger as he stared straight ahead and 
snorted. She rubbed her hand up and down his cock, feeling the loose black 
outer flesh tighten around his long cockshaft. It had to be at least a foot 
long. His cock certainly was bigger than anything that had been in her cunt 
or her ass-hole. 

There was another rubbing sensation against her, making her start for the 
moment. Turning her head, Sister Katherine saw it was Pal, staring at her 
inquisitively, whimpering through his nostrils. He too must have smelled her 
hot cunt and wanted some of the action. Two animals, both lusting after her! 
Sister Katherine let out a sharp laugh, feeling she must indeed be going 
crazy. Sister Mary Dominic was with a man, fucking her brains out while she 
was here crouched in a stall, touching a horse, being touched by a German 
shepherd. She shook her head, her jumble of guilty thoughts shattered by the 
horse's impatient stomping. 

The nun let out another shivery breath, moving her fingers down until they 
were touching his prickhead. How hot and smooth that cock flesh was. And how 
the horse liked being touched there. He jerked his head up and down, 
snorting, his mane jerking about with his nodding movements. 

"Oh, horsie, what am I doing to you?" 

Sister Katherine drew her hand back as if she had touched a burning stove. 
No. No. This was asking too much of her! She stood hesitantly in front of 
the stallion, her cunt so hot she was crying, biting her lip, feeling her 
fingernails stabbing into her palms. 

Then the image of Sister Mary Dominic and Hank flashed through her mind, an 
image of coupling bodies with the sounds of delighted moans. She closed her 
eyes, shaking her head violently. 

"No, no." 

But she found herself undressing in front of the animals, pulling off her 
religious garb, ignoring the impatient buttings of the shepherd as she 
pulled off her wimple, her dress, her bra, those horrid cotton drawers that 
looked more like a man's than a woman's. Sister Katherine noted the stallion 
stared at her with a growing interest. 

"Yes, boy, yes, we're going to have fun." Sister Katherine stood now by his 
right flank, feeling the slightly jutting bone peeling back one cunt lip and 
brushing against her clit. The nun let out a low moan, her head tilting back 
while her fingers curled into the stallion's warm, muscular flesh. If only 
he could lick her, touch her the way Thunder had, and the way Pal wanted to. 
Another powerful spasm punched into her cunt, making her knees shake and rub 
against one another. 

Steadying herself for the moment, the nun pulled away and moved forward, 
bracing herself against the forward opening of the stall. There it was, a 
large box in the aisle. She knew if she angled herself just right on that 
overturned thing, the horse could lick her pussy easily. She could hardly 
walk, the barn seeming to spin around her. Sister Katherine grabbed the box 
and pulled it back to the stall, checking it for nails. Nothing. Good. She 
pushed back all thoughts of guilt, of perversion as she overturned the crate 
and put it in front of the stall. Yes, she could tell she had been right. 
She would be just at the right angle for the horse. Oh God, God, it was 
going to happen! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

"Do it, horsie! Come on and do it, horsie! Oh God, sweet Jesus, do it to 
me!" 

Sister Katherine bobbed her plump, firm ass high in the air, her fingers 
grasping the edges of the overturned box for support and balance. She moved 
back, angling her ass up, straightening her knees while backing into the 
animal. Surely he could smell her hot cunt by now. The dog had. Horses were 
supposed to have an acute sense of smell, weren't they? 

"Oh, please, please, lick me!" 

The stallion hesitated only for a moment. Moving forward, dropping his head, 
he sniffed at the cunt presented to him, his long pointy ears flicking back 
and forth, his black muzzle shivering with excitement. She could hear him 
now behind her, hear the heavy panting, the snorting as he continued to 
smell her juicing cunt. 

"Uhhhh, oh horsie, horsier' 

Her hands gripped the wood crate, her mind spinning as the first lick nearly 
knocked her from the crate. The horse moved his head around, snorting with 
pleasure, drawing that long, broad pink tongue back over her pussy, pressing 
it into her cuntmeat, touching all the right places. Sister Katherine 
babbled frantically, clinging to the box, feeling that delicious hot, wet 
pressure again and again against her cunt. "Oh, oh, it was so good, so 
damned good feeling that horse licking through her pussy gash. 

"Uhhhhh, do it, do it!" 

Pal was jumping around, barking angrily, licking her flushed face at times, 
then peering around and watching the black stallion service the young, 
rutting nun. Several times Sister Katherine tried to speak. But each time 
she opened her mouth, only low moans escaped. 

That touching, lapping, licking sensation of his broad tongue robbed her of 
the words she wanted to say. 

Moving her ass from side to side, she felt so good, so very, very good. The 
horse was concentrating on the lower section of her ass now. She could feel 
those long, licking swaths against her ass. She liked it! Oh, how she liked 
having the horse touch her like that! She was starting to feel the delicious 
sensation of his hot spit cooling against her warm flesh. She straightened 
her arms once more, fearing she would lose her balance and topple from the 
crate if she weren't careful. Blinking her eyes open, the young nun bobbed 
her ass up and down again, encouraging the animal, grinding her teeth as she 
felt her cunt getting very close to climax. Hot and chilly flashes speared 
through her cunt, making her body twist and writhe against the horse's 
tongue as Sister Katherine wished somehow she could get his prick in her 
pussy. 

"Fuck...oh, fuck!" 

The nun couldn't believe the flashing icy chills racing up and down her 
spine now. Every square inch of her body was alive as she thought of the two 
of them-the nun and the horse-having sex right there in the barn. Sister 
Mary Dominic and Hank were busy fucking nearby. But she was doing something 
different, something that made her gasp and twist like a rutting whore. 
"Uhhhhhh!" 

She arched her back, loving the feeling of her big tits pulling at her 
chest. She wobbled there, gasping in lungfuls of air. Sister Katherine knew 
it would be soon when she would lose control and climax, cum right there 
with the beast's tongue in her cunt. 

"Oh, do it, do it, do it!" 

Sister Katherine panted heavily, feeling the sharp corner of the crate 
cutting into her belly as she scratched her nails over the loose hay on the 
floor. The nun felt her throat tightening while saliva gathered at the back 
of her throat. There she was, draped over the box, her ass high in the air 
and slicked with horse spit while her hands were stretched in front of her, 
pattering over the straw. 

The horse seemed to tense her closeness to climax and began licking more 
frantically at her pussy, concentrating on her clit. His broad tongue pushed 
the thin cunt folds down again and again into the surrounding moist meat of 
her pussy. Sister Katherine went wild, feeling the world blow apart in front 
of her. 

"Uhhhhhh!" 

Tensing her thighs, pressing her knees against the crate, Sister Katherine 
jerked her ass up, wagging it from side to side like a dog. Pal was 
whimpering more loudly near her face, licking his tongue over her cheeks, 
her forehead, his tail straight out while his prick dangled wetly from 
between his hind legs. No. No. It would be over soon. It would be over. She 
would cum and the horse would lick her into oblivion. 

"Oh, do it, horsie, fuck me!" 

It was a vain command. The animal wouldn't be able to fuck her without 
killing her in this position. Still, Sister Katherine knew she could hope. 
Jerking, banging her knees against the splintery wood, the nun felt him 
snorting powerfully into her cunt. His hot breath blasted against her clit, 
sending that tiny sex spindle off into more delicious spasms. Soon. Very, 
very soon. She was going to pop off in a few moments. 

Sister Katherine clutched at the crate, feeling her cunt about to explode. 
She was a mare, a rutting mare whinnying, going out of control, her head 
snapping up and down while the beast lapped up her pussy juices. She was so 
wet, so very wet with his spit and her cunt juice! The nun babbled with 
excitement, barely able to keep herself poised on that overturned crate. 

The horse stomped nervously, whinnying, going back to her pussy and licking 
hard. He wanted her badly, wanted her as she wanted him. She could sense 
that. The hot pressure in her cunt quickly became more than the nun could 
stand. With a sharp high-pitched cry, Sister Katherine tightened her ass, 
dancing and prancing her shivering ass-cheeks over the stallion's snout. She 
was cumming with a fury. 

"Uhhhhhghhghghh!" 

Brilliant stars exploded in her head, blinding her as she came violently 
against the horse's snout. She was kicking up, bucking, twisting around like 
a wild woman while the big animal nosed and licked her pussy. Never had she 
felt something like this. And all the while Pal was nosing her face, licking 
into her mouth, kissing her with his tongue. She kissed back, licking him, 
grabbing the big dog and hugging him as her cunt blew apart, the cunt walls 
clamping down on the horse's tongue. 

Sister Katherine had no idea how long her climax had lasted. She lay draped 
over the crate now, her arms and legs dangling. It was only then the nun 
realized there was someone watching her. Sister Katherine saw to her horror 
it was Hank and Sister Mary Dominic, the young nun's eyes wide with 
surprise. 

"I...I can't explain this," she said, her face reddening with shame and 
guilt. She would have crawled from the box if she could have. But the 
powerful climax had robbed her temporarily of her strength. 

"Oh, Sister..." 

"I think it's great. Fuckin' around with the ponies, eh baby?" Hank said, 
walking around the half-conscious nun and soothing the still-stomping horse. 
"And you ain't fucked him yet? Man, he's hard as a rock. No wonder he's 
freakin' out. Come on, I'll give you a hand." 

"Hank...Mr. Jensen," Sister Mary Dominic began, stretching out one 
restraining hand. 

"Come on, baby. You had your fun with me upstairs. Let your friend have her 
fun." 

Sister Katherine wanted to run from this horrid place. And yet at the same 
time she wanted to be caught and raped by that big black horse cock she'd 
touched a few moments ago. And there was Hank Jensen, going to help her with 
this grossly perverse act. She groaned, rubbing her belly against the crate, 
feeling her heart start to beat more quickly all over again. 

Fucking. Fucking with the horse. She would be carrying on just as she had 
before with the dog in front of Sister Mary Dominic. Only this time the 
audience was larger, as was the cock. 

"Oh, Holy Mother," Sister Mary Dominic whispered, crossing herself as she 
watched Hank lead the beast around until he was right up against the draped 
nun. 

"Feel it, baby? He's gonna do it. He's gonna plug you right in the pussy, 
just where you want it." 

Sister Katherine flattened her palms against the stall floor, letting out 
little cries of delight as she felt the horse tower over her. Hank was 
leading him to it, leading him to her pussy. She could feel something 
terribly warm against her ass-cheeks and knew instinctively it was the 
animal's prick. 

"Uhhhhhhh!" 

At first the nun thought she would need some help. After all, the horse's 
cock was colossal. But her cunt was wet and winked open enough to admit the 
stallion's cockhead without too much difficulty. She let out another cry, 
feeling the fat meaty cockhead pushing apart her outer cuntlips. The horse 
was centering his fucker right over her cuntal crack, positioning himself 
before lowering those shivering flanks. In spite of her previous climax, 
Sister Katherine felt herself hot once more, the thought of being fucked 
with something like the horse's cock stoking up her pussy. She purred then 
growled, frightening Pal as the horse shoved down. With a greasy, slippery 
slide, the head of his prick popped past the tense ring of her cuntal mouth 
and fucked into her pussy. 

Sister Katherine's body snapped, the nun screaming with surprise and 
delight. She contracted her cunt muscles again and again, milking lightly at 
the giant cock without moving her hips or ass. She felt the rising heat in 
her cunt make her finally move, making her arch her back when the horse 
pulled his prick back. 

The nun forgot about everything, about Sister Mary Dominic, about Hank, 
about Pal and Thunder. There was only her and the horse as she sobbed. 
Jerking her thighs up, the nun ground her clit against his cock, feeling him 
plunge down and fuck into her body even deeper. She dripped sweat, rubbing 
her belly against the wood, loving the pricking sensation of the splinters 
against her as she gave herself up to the animal's prick. 

"Fuck...oh, fuck me, horsie, fuck..." 

Bucking against the crate, jerking up, Sister Katherine was fucked all the 
way, her body impaled by the horse's monstrous prick. She let out another 
deep, sobbing breath as the horse fucked in again and again. An angry fire 
started around her clit, spreading to all parts of her body. Yes, she was 
going to cum and cum hard! Her whole belly seemed to bulge with cock. And 
then...and then... 

"Yaghghhghhghhh!" 

Sister Katherine came hard and fast, her legs kicking back and forth in 
fluttering strokes as she felt the horse's cum blasting into her cunt. The 
stallion whinnied and snorted, his powerful legs beating against the crate. 
Sister Katherine sobbed and cried, her head snapping back while her tits 
jiggled like pudding with the furious blasts of her own climax. And even 
when the horse's cock-thrusts faded, she continued to cum on and on, nearly 
fainting with the power of her stupendous climax. All she knew was that 
she'd had the biggest, hardest, strongest cock in the world. 

"Uhhhhhhh!" 

"Man, somethin' else! I knew half the women in that fuckin' convent house 
were nothin' but cock-hungry chicks," Hank said, leading the stallion away 
from the panting, half-conscious Sister Katherine. 

"I had no idea you...you were going to do this," Sister Mary Dominic said, 
bending down and pushing the hair from her friend's eyes. 

"Oh, don't worry, Sister. I wanted to do it. I still want to do it," the 
young nun sobbed. 

Sister Mary Dominic drew away, feeling something like pleasure and guilt at 
the same time. She had led both herself and her friend into this world of 
depravity. Had it been because of the strictness of the convent, of the 
Church? Had it been because as nuns they had to bottle up their normal 
feelings, letting them out in strange ways? Sister Mary Dominic didn't know. 
All she was certain of was that they could no longer adhere to their vows. 
They would have to be part of the world and live with it. And, watching Hank 
putting the horse in another stall, she felt there would be other people 
like him who would help her and Sister Katherine adjust. 

And what fun they would have adjusting! 


THE END
