THE NUN'S ANIMAL FUN
By Paul Gable


Missing the first couple of pages

ing over the floor by her tiny bed as she prayed for strength. But her prayers were never
answered. And more and more, the hot tight feeling licking at her clit drove her
thoughts from those of God to shadowy images of... of carnal madness that made her
weak!
"Oh, Holy Mother, take away these sins that I might be pure and serve you and my
sisters well," she whispered, lowering her eyes and feeling like a hypocrite. Even here,
here in the holiest of places, Sister Dominic was feeling her cunt start to warm, the
juice seeping from her cunt-hole and dampening her pussy-hairs. She moved her legs,
feeling the rub of her cunt-lips against one another while the sensitive spots between
her toes itched deliciously. She had to leave. Thinking these kind of thoughts, feeling
these kind of sensations were simply out of place in the chapel.
Making the sign of the cross, Sister Dominic rose shakily from the pew, gripping the
backs of the benches as she walked from the small chapel into the brilliant sunlight. It
was another gorgeous day here in the rolling countryside to the north of San
Bernardino. All around her Sister Dominic saw the gentle rolling hills of the high desert
country, hills that reminded her of a woman's tits, of her thighs, of her own body
trapped under the black flowing robes of her holy order.
Shading her eyes, the young nun looked for her other sisters. This was a small order
dedicated to farming skills. The pink adobe Spanish chapel behind her had been filled
early this morning for matins. But now most were in the fields with the ranch hands,
supervising the work while she was here... here thinking thoughts that only a whore
would think.
Sister Dominic walked slowly to the chapter house, a large three-story woodframe
building with a wrap-around porch. As she climbed the rickety stairs, her rosary gently
slapping against her thighs, Sister Dominic heard scampering behind her.
"Thunder! Oh, that's a good boy, a good boy!" she cooed as the three-year-old Airedale
scampered up behind her, nudging the nun's ass, then jumping around, barking
happily.
Sister Dominic looked around. No. Mother Superior wasn't around to frown at her
indulgence for the animal. There was no one here for the moment except her and the
animal. Smiling, Sister Dominic rubbed her fingers behind his ears, drawing back as he
started licking her face. It was good having something this friendly, something this
unrestrained in this community of dour-faced women. How she wished she could go
back to Los Angeles, back to the chapter house there. The other nuns in that diocese
were far friendlier. And, more importantly, there Sister Dominic didn't have those
bothersome thoughts about... about men and women and what they did when they
were alone.
"Oh!"
Thunder was getting too friendly, she thought. He had braced his forepaws against her
shoulders, pushing the nun down against the top stair while moving his forelegs down
until they touched her thighs. It was almost as if he were getting ready to... to do
something to her. That thought sent a nil of pleasure racing up her spine, making her
cunt-muscles pucker against one another.
Raising both hands, she pressed her palms gently against the animal's broad chest,
pushing him from her, feeling his warm fur curling around her fingers and tickling the
sensitive flesh beneath her nails.
Sister Dominic screwed up her eyes, wrinkling her forehead in confusion. What on
earth was happening to her? She was with this animal, this... this dog. And now the
feelings she had had in the chapel were somehow becoming sharper, more clear, more
concentrated around her pussy. Thunder whimpered, nuzzling his furred head between
her arm and chest, licking at her face while wriggling his ass from side to side. It was all
the young nun could do to squirm out from under him and stand, bracing herself
against one of the porch supports. She was panting, panting nearly as heavily as the
animal staring at her right now.
Sister Dominic closed her eyes, tightening her grip on the pole, setting her teeth firmly
against one another and concentrating on the hot, pulsing itch making her knees so
wobbly. They were shaking against one another while her thighs tightened, relaxed,
then tightened again. This was horrible. She was giving into Satan, destroying all those
hours of prayer she had made with this sensation licking and lapping at her clit and
asshole.
That dog! That wonderful, awful dog!
And yet... and yet he was one of God's creatures, doing what he thought was very
natural. Wasn't she the one who was going against nature and, thus, against God?
Sister Dominic held her head now, shaking it violently.
"No, bad dog! No Thunder, no, get away from me!" Sister Dominic said, gathering up
her skirts and hurrying through the large front door.
Thunder followed, his claws clattering over the polished Spanish tiled floor of the foyer.
The nun stopped, looking wildly about her. Now was the time she wished Mother was
there, standing as she usually did, straight as an arrow, her cold eyes showing no
emotion while her wrinkled fingers folded quietly in front of her. But no. No one was
in the house. There was no sound except for the heavy breathing of both of them.
Thunder came up behind her, nudging her ass with his muzzle and whimpering. When
she felt one of his forepaws tearing at her gown, the nun shied away, letting out a small
cry.
"Stop this! It must stop!" she whispered, running to the stairs.
If only she could get to her room. There, there were the holy pictures, the statue of
Joseph and Mary that her mother and father had given her before she had taken orders.
There she could let her mind fly to heaven and free itself of these carnal desires.
"No!"
He was taking her here, jumping on her, knocking her against the banister. Sister
Dominic reeled back, striking her head against the wood. She felt her brain explode
while her legs slipped out in front of her. She was falling, floating down, it seemed, to
the floor.
For a moment the nun forgot about Thunder and closed her eyes. How tired she was!
And how the back of her head hurt! And then she heard growling, felt something
crawling on top of her, tearing at the black material of her cloak. The dog! He was...
was trying to take off her gown, strip her right here in the chapter house.
"No!"
Sister Dominic knew about the terrible things men did to women without ever having
been with one. But this... this was far worse! A dog, a dog exciting her, coaxing her,
trying to rape her right here!
She twisted around, stretching out her arms and digging her fingernails into the soft
carpeting on the steps. She dragged herself slowly up the stairs, kicking back at the
pursuing animal. At one point the nun felt his teeth sinking into her right ankle. He
was growling, pulling her back down the stairs, hurting her with that awful bite.
Sister Dominic cried out again, gripping the handrail with one hand while slapping at
the horrid beast with the other. Thunder's ears were flat against his head, his criss
crossed fangs showing beneath the black rubbery lips while his stubby tail wagged back
and forth as if he were enjoying himself immensely.
"Horrible! No, no!"
He would never get her to... to fuck him. Yes, that was that horrible word, the one the
children used all the time in the playgrounds. She would never do that, certainly not
with this dog!
Sister Dominic managed to kick free of the Airedale, stumbling blindly up the stairs,
tears of frustration streaking her flushed cheeks. She reached the landing somehow, one
leg hurriedly placed in front of the other as she ran down the darkened corridor to her
small cell. Yes, there she would be safe. There she would be free of the beast, this
demon risen from hell bent to ruin her right here in the chapter house.
"No!"
He was fast, much faster than she. Sister Dominic heard the barking, heard the
growling of the Airedale as she reached her room. Just an inch more, just one more
second and she would be inside.
But Thunder was on her now, jumping about, barking, then dropping down and
grabbing hold of her right ankle again.
Sister Dominic screamed, closing her eyes and feeling as if she would faint from the
growing horror. Somehow she had managed to keep a grip on the brass doorknob,
twisting it and throwing open her door. She shook her leg violently, trying to rid herself
of the beast, finding herself off-balance and sinking to the floor, the animal still holding
onto her ankle.
Sister Dominic screamed again, now on her ass, her hands braced just behind her
thighs, her eyes wide with fear and confusion while the handsome animal was growling,
his teeth barely sinking into her flesh. He wasn't really biting her – at least, the way
some animals bit to destroy. Thunder was playing with her and, perhaps, showing her
just who was boss now. That thought sent more chills of pleasure through her, making
her nipples stand up on end and brush up against the cotton bra under her black robes.
She could feel the warm spit soaking through her black cotton stockings, feel his tongue
licking at her ankle and then a little higher on her leg until it was touching the soft
flesh of her right calf.
Horrid! Horrid!
She should be driven from the church in shame just for letting this happen. But Sister
Dominic couldn't help herself, rubbing her legs against the carpeting, feeling her body
become light and airy as the dog continued to lick her.
"Thunder..."
Sister Dominic moved back in the room, keeping her eyes off the statues and crosses
placed around the small bed. Her mind was a riot of confusion as she backed up until
her spine touched the leading edge of her bed.
Thunder was whining, pushing his head up now under her skirts, growing bolder while
he kept on licking against her flesh.
Sister Dominic was going to try once more for prayer, for something to drive those
nasty thoughts from her mind.
But then Thunder pushed his head under her flowing skirts a little farther, his tongue
slipping up, up past the stockings, touching the elastic legband of her cotton drawers.
She shuddered, throwing her arms around her tits while rocking her hips from left to
right. Her cut was standing straight up, throbbing and pulsing while she lay there and
let the dog touch
Wrong. It was very, very wrong, unholy, sodomy in the truest sense of that wretched
word. But Sister Dominic could do nothing about it. All she thought about now was the
itch that drew all the strength from her body.
That dog, that wonderful animal between her white, shivering legs was doing this to
her, tearing away all those months of religious instruction with his maw and tongue.
Sister Dominic looked at the door one more time, then felt a rush of courage.
"All right, Thunder, all right," she said in a thick, broken voice.
There was no one there. She wouldn't be caught if she... if she took off her robes and
let the dog go further. How much further, though? Sister Dominic pushed that thought
to one side, interested now only in letting him touch her all over. It was going to be the
realization of a fantasy, one she had had in vivid colors today at the foot of the chapel.
"Thunder."
The dog drew back a little, cocking his hand some head to one side and watching the
young nun as she unfastened her wimple and pulled the flowing black veil from her
head. She shook her hair free, running her fingers through her blonde short strands and
feeling good.
Laying the wimple carefully on a wooden chair, the nun unfastened the cord binding
her robe tightly to her waist, letting it flow to the floor in a puddle.
Thunder moved, nosing the gown lightly, sniffing at it, then tilting his head up and
staring back at her.
Sister Dominic thought once more about the consequences of what she was doing, then
pushed them aside, shrugging off her gown, then skinning off her drawers and the hefty
cot ton bra that was more like a halter than a woman's undergarment.
She shuddered, slowly rubbing her fingers up and down her upper arms, feeling her
flesh pucker. She was naked, stark naked. The nun shivered once more, watching as the
dog shook off his stupor and started approaching her, his head down low, a soft growl
coming from his throat.
Sister Dominic backed into the bed, tumbling back onto the mattress and scooting
back.
Thunder paused just for a moment, then leaped onto the narrow cot-like bed, nosing
her thighs and licking at her.
Sister Dominic let out a cry, feeling him on top of her in a moment. He was whistling
through his black snout, his brown eyes staring at her, watching her, studying her as
she gripped the thin mattress and shut her eyes.
He was all over her at once. She could feel him licking over her tits, then drawing his
tongue down, down toward her belly button. She shivered as her warm, slick cuntwalls
drew together and rubbed sexily against one another, then finally buckled from the
rising heat. Thunder's weight was crushing her to the bed. But the nun didn't mind.
She was almost laughing with relief, the relief of finally having made a decision about
herself and going through with it.
"Thunder, oh, you bad, bad dog! You're not supposed to be doing this. Oh, this is so
sinful!" Sister Dominic whispered, rubbing her fingers through his coarse, curly fur.
The nun moaned once more, grinding her ass against the thin mattress. She jerked her
knees several inches up from the bed, then let them fall back. That hot licking sensation
was so marvelous, so good!
She rolled her hips to the left then to the right, still keeping her fingers curled into his
fur for support.
That lovely, lovely dog, and all the lovely things he was doing to her.
She could hardly draw a breath now, her thigh muscles tightening around the beast's
head. Sister Dominic was making rapid fucking movements with her ass and thighs
now. It was something that came natural, something that pleased both her and the dog
as she rolled around the narrow bed in her cell.
"Ohhh, fuck me with that tongue, Thunder, oh God, God in heaven, fuck me! Sweet
Holy Jesus, this is good, too good for me!"
Sister Dominic was breathing with whistling sounds through her flared nostrils, her
short blonde hair clinging to her dampened forehead as the room seemed to sway
around and around. She felt his tongue sucking down, down, touching the soft spots
behind her knees, then sliding back until the pointy tip was nearly around her cunt.
How she ached to have that touch. How the Church Fathers would have reeled in
horror if they could see her now, rutting like a beast of the fields, taking on the dog as
if she were the Whore of Babylon!
Thunder was on her chest once more, spit dripping from his long pink tongue. He was
pausing for a moment, looking down at her, his forelegs braced on either side of her
lithe, thin body. He stared into her as if he were human – then dropped his maw and
sanded his long, sloppy tongue over her nipples.
Sister Dominic closed her eyes tightly, arching her spine and pushing her head into the
small little white pillow behind her. She rubbed. the backs of her legs sexily against the
top sheet while giving her thirty-six-inch tits to the dog. It was good, so very, very
good, feeling his tongue touching her there, pressing against her half-inch long red
nubs, then slopping down to the heavy bottom curves of her tits. He was mouthing her
tits now, drawing his tongue back down, down toward her navel.
"Thuuuuuunder!"
Sister Dominic bit down on her pouty lower lip when she realized such a shout could
attract unwanted attention. She would have to be very, very careful. This would be her
little secret – hers and Thunder's.
"Oh, lick me, lick me there, all over. Oh, you wonderful, wonderful dog!"
Sister Dominic was rutting heavily now, feeling the thick, pungent juices flowing from
her cunt and wetting her down all over. With shaky hands the young nun pushed her
fingers down there, running them through the thick, tangled forest of her pussy-hairs.
She was wet, so very, very wet and hot down there between her shivering legs.
She curled her fingers into her cuntal thicket, feeling the muscles spasm itchily under
the light pressure. The dog followed her hand, licking at her fingers, then pushing
between them and touching her cuntal mound. Instinctively Sister Dominic felt her ass
pushing up.
Oh, it was beautiful, far more beautiful than anything she had ever experienced in her
young life. Fucking. Fucking with that tongue. Oh yes, he was going to lick in there,
touch her all over in there, cover her with his doggie spit until she... what was it the
young girls talked about? Oh yes, she would cum! Cum! What a beautiful, strange
word, and how odd it sound ed as she twisted under the licking Airedale.
"Thunder, oh touch me all over, all over," she whispered, her throat dry.
And the dog, it seemed, was going to do just what the young nun pleaded for.


Chapter 2

"Ooooooh, doggie... ohhhhh, Thunder, oh it's so good, so gooooood!" Sister Dominic
was losing her mind with pleasure!
The young nun couldn't help herself now. She felt him twisting around, felt him licking
her wrists, then her fingers, then felt his maw pushing her hands from her cunt so he
could get at her hot, fuzzy, juicing little virginal cunt-mound.
"Ummmmm!"
Sister Dominic licked her dry lips, smiling down at the animal servicing her. Once
more she closed her eyes, terribly aware of the delicious sensation of his tongue as it
slopped over her thighs, then pushed down against her cuntal mound. That was it! Just
the right pressure, just the right angle! How could she possibly know this sort of thing?
But in her heart of hearts the young nun knew, raising her legs just a little from the bed
and rolling her hips forward, letting the dog take her all the way. Yes, yes, she would let
the dog rape her with his tongue, maybe even let him-
"No!"
Her denial sounded harsh, even incriminating as she put her fingers around the
Airedale's throat and pushed him away for an instant. Licking was one thing. But... but
having him go further, having him... fuck her... well, that was just out of the question.
She may have fallen from grace, but she was no Sodomite!
"I... I can't... oh God, this is... oh no, I can't let this go on..."
But go on it did. With blurred vision, she saw the cross, the holy statues, the palms
from last Easter. And most of all, the young nun saw the animal growling above her
lustily, licking her hungry body, drinking of the sweat that oozed from her pores and
slicked her flesh.
She heard the bed scraping over the floor as her body jerked like a speared fish each
time the dog touched her in a super-sensitive spot. He was touching her down there
again and again, licking his tongue upward along her cunt crack, licking and lapping
until all her cunt-hairs were pointed up in the same direction. She could feel the ticklish
sensation of his spit dribbling down through her pussy-hairs, oozing down into her ass
crack. The nun moved her ass-cheeks from side to side, feeling the sheet gathering up
under her ass.
She was wet, so wet!
She moaned happily again, grinding her ass against the bed. Then the nun jerked her
knees several inches up from the mattress, letting them fall back to the bedding while
she lay her hands helplessly down at her sides. That hot, licking sensation was so good,
especially when Thunder drew his tongue up to her knees then let it fall back again in
feathery licking touches, ending up at her pussy. When he started lapping at her cut,
the woman cried out, feeling as if someone had sandpapered her throat.
"Ohhhhh, no, no, no. So good, so good, when you touch me there!"
His tongue was a marvelous wand, something that created magic for the nun as she
rutted at his paws. His growling was becoming louder while his tongue curled into her
pussy and touched her tumid cunt-meat. She felt the bristly short hairs of his maw
tickling the tiny muscles cramping around her cuntal mouth. It was too much for her to
stand.
Sister Dominic cried through her clenched teeth as if someone had stabbed her in the
back and twisted the blade. She curled her toes until they cramped, jerking her ass up
and down in soft, fucking movements, while clawing at the sheets until they tore under
her nails. He was fucking her, actually entering her body with his tongue. It was the
first time the young nun had ever Mt anything like it, something slipping into her cunt,
touching all those slick, hot places.
Sister Dominic grunted again, struggling up through the red fog that had settled over
her brain. He was licking deep into her, touching her cherry with the tip of his tongue,
growling and whimpering while scooping out gouts of her hot cunt-juice. Sister
Dominic inched her knees up bit by bite feeling the resulting stretching pressure
tantalize her pussy's nerve endings.
Thunder liked her doing that! He whimpered in thanks, bracing himself harder against
her opened body while licking deep into her cunt.
When he touched her clit lovingly again with his tongue, the nun felt herself coming
unglued. She cried out, kicking her left leg in the air while hooking the other over the
beast and trying to draw him tighter up against her.
"Lovely, lovely dog, oh God in heavenly so lovely, so wonderful!"
Thunder moved in for the kill, licking his tongue down her white ass, slicking it around
and around until several long, silver trails of spit glistened against her shivering flesh.
Sister Dominic ground her teeth together, bouncing her ass up and down, then jerking
it from side to side as she felt the lovely sensation of his tongue against her flesh. Her
leg hit something. The crucifix above her bed tumbled from its hook, bouncing against
her pillow, then falling to the floor. She rolled her taut ass-cheeks for the animal,
hoping he would go back to her ass and lap at her cunt once again.
"Ooooooooooh!"
She sounded almost like a dog herself, the nun thought, howling and gasping and
panting while the Airedale licked her into ecstasy. She felt his tongue sliding higher and
higher again, feeling it slipping along the insides of her tightening thighs. He was
lapping it over her ridging tendons, stopping to nip at her flesh, then licking her once
more. She loved the sensation of his against her, of him licking her like this.
Oh, oh, and how gentle the animal was now! He was like a lover, she thought. At times
she heard him sniffing at her cunt, sliding his maw under her pussy and bumping his
cold nose against it. Then he would slide his tongue up and touch that magic little
lump of flesh that sent showers of delight racing into her pussy. That was when Sister
Dominic liked it the best. That was when she cried out the dog's name again and again,
begging him to fuck her with that tongue the way she had begged the Holy Virgin to
stop those dreadful thoughts.
"Ooooooh, doggie... doggie, lick me! Oh, it's so good when you lick me like this!"
Sister Dominic rolled onto her tummy, pushing her hands under the pillow, twisting
her head so one damp, warm cheek pressed into the soft cotton. At the same time she
dug her knees into the thin mattress, raising her ass just a little, tilting the bottom up
while drawing the top back, wagging it the way she thought a bitch would wag her tail.
Yes, she was no longer a nun, a bride of Christ, but a bitch, a gutter bitch rutting there
under the licking maw of her Airedale!
But it was wonderful, heavenly, when she felt Thunder's tongue licking up her ass,
touching her shitter, then sliding down until he was lap ping once more into the hot,
hairy cunt-hole that drooled out more cunt-juice.
"Thunder... uhhhhh..."
She nearly fell back to the bed, but managed to still keep her ass in the air for the
animal. Her body shuddered as if someone had touched her with an electric wire. Every
square inch of her body was on fire, exploding with lust as she crouched there in front
of the cunt-hungry animal.
Thunder was getting more frisky, more experimental, trying to push his snout into her
pussy. She could feel the sharp bottoms of his fangs scraping against the stretched rim
of her cunt.
Sister Dominic jerked her head up, letting a little cry escape from her lips as she
snapped her body forward, striking her forehead against the white plaster wall in front
of her.
"Ohhh, do it doggie, come on, do it, do it to me!" she whimpered.
What did she want done? The thought rattled about in her head again and again as she
found herself crouching on all fours before the beast. Bitches did this sort of thing
before they were fucked, didn't they? They bent down like this, their heads submissively
lowered, their asses raised as they shot their tails up and waited for the male dog to
mount them and fuck them. She had thought how dirty it was that animals did it like
that, and right in the streets, in front of everyone! How could she have known she
would be doing the same thing later, so many years later with a dog, here in a holy
chapter house?
"Mmmmmmmm!"
Good, so good. The animal was grunting happily, gouging his claws against her thighs,
licking her up and down, wanting more.
Instinctively the nun knew what he wanted and shuddered at the thought of it. The
excruciating tickle she had felt earlier was growing more and more concentrated,
becoming hotter and hotter. She raised her head a little, biting at the material of the
pillow. Should she do it?
Should she go all the way, lose her virginity for the dog? She could imagine the two of
them locked in that hellish embrace, his forelegs wrapped around her, his hindlegs
pressed up against her body.
"Ohhhh, just like what you're doing, Thunder! Like it, and lick me!"
But Thunder was licking more slowly now, moving his tongue up along the crack of
her cunt, then stopping at her clit. He rolled his tongue into her cunt-slot, pushing it in
deeper, deeper, until she could feel it rubbing up against her cherry one more time.
Then the animal backed off, moving his head down, licking in to the split of her ass
once more as if sensing her nervousness.
Sister Dominic sighed hard, reaching up and squeezing her long, red nipples to ease the
tight itchiness she felt. The young woman felt the pulsing itch in her cunt. Her cunt
lips were red and hot while her clit burned as if someone had touched it with a drop of
acid.
"Thunder!"
Dog fucker! That's what she was!
Sister Dominic laughed hysterically to herself, shaking her bead, twisting her ass up in
the air while curling her fingers into the mattress.
"Uhhhh... huhhhhhhhh!"
She could feel the heavy panting breaths of the beast on the back of her neck while his
forelegs tightened around her chest.
Sister Dominic shook her head, gasping in lungfuls of air while hot cunt-juice dribbled
from her pussy and left long, warm streaks on her inner thighs. There was a mass of
tension in her belly swelling like a balloon. She dug her fingernails harder into the
mattress, dragging her nipples across the topsheet while flexing her ass.
Sister Dominic thought she would go mad if the animal didn't fuck her right then and
there. As if he could read her mind, Thunder adjusted his position, his hindquarters
pattering around behind her, his cock sliding up her cuntal crack until his cock-head
was pressing against her cunt.
Sister Dominic felt her whole body turn into a rubbery, melting mass of clinging fluid
while that whirling ball of hunger in her belly seemed to grow bigger and bigger at the
center. His cock, was slipping down to her cunt, pressing in slightly, making headway
into her body. Sister Dominic groaned, throwing her head back, feeling the hot, spicy
feeling of his cock fucking her.
"Ohhhh, oh, ohhhhh!"
He rubbed his cock over her cunt-lips now. The steady, sleek friction against her cunt
lips was doing something wild to her, something that nearly made her unconscious as
he started fucking his cock into her. She would lose her cherry to this handsome,
insistent Airedale and feel no shame for it.
And then... and then Thunder tightened his forelegs even harder, pressing his head
against her neck while jerking his hindlegs against the backs of her thighs. There it was!
The nun felt his knobby cock gouging slickly down her cuntal crack. The head slipped
in like a surgeon's scalpel, easing in over the thick layer of hot cunt-juice until the tip
poked up against her cherry.
Sister Dominic let out a gasp, her elbows bowing out while she rested her forehead
against the pillow. How her pussy spasmed now! How the itchy nerve endings
sputtered with the touch of his knobby cock, the muscles convulsing and Snapping shut
onto the invading cock while her body sang with delight!
Sister Dominic let out another cry as the dog pushed down and in harder, determined
to slip his cock all the way into her. The pleasure she had enjoyed moments ago
suddenly evaporated, turning into pain as her cherry began to tear from her pussy.
She swatted back at the suddenly fearful of the agony and bleeding she remembered her
mother telling her about long ago.
But the Airedale was not going to let go. There was a moment of sharp pain, a white
hot moment of agony that knocked the nun unconscious. And then it was over. She
knew instinctively he had ripped her cherry, sliding his cock down into her pussy until
his balls rubbed up against her crushed outer cunt-lips. Sister Dominic tore her
fingernails at the pillow, jerking her ass up, feeling her back beading with perspiration
as she sweat under the dog's heavy coat of fur. She was whimpering still with the pain
of having had her cherry pierced. But that tight, hot, fucking sensation was making
itself felt again. She was feeling her mind starting to go blank with delight once more as
the dog began drawing his cock nearly all the way out, then shoving down until his
cock-tip nearly touched her womb!
"Fucking, fucking..."
That's all the nun could think of as Thunder hammered into her again and again. She
felt caught on the stabbing cock while the animal worked his prick in deeper and
deeper, filling her to the hilt. It was so odd, so weird having something that hard and
hot in her, taking over her body, her soul as she crouched under him fucking back.
Thunder whimpered, stabbing in again and again so fast the beat of his fucking nearly
knocking Sister Dominic flat on the small bed. The heat in her cunt was growing hotter
and hotter, her clit curling back from the heat while juice sprayed out from her violated
cunt-hole. He was licking the back of her neck, whining and growling.
"In! In! In!"
Sister Dominic pranced her ass around as much as she could, her muscles aching from
the effort of lifting herself with the dog. She felt as if she were dragging a stone uphill,
sweating with the effort while the dog continued fucking her mindless.
Letting out a deep, sobbing breath, she felt an angry hot fire starting around the mouth
of her cunt, gathering a rush in her veins and exploding finally in her brain. She knew
she was Cumming, feeling that delight called climax blowing her body and soul apart..
She cried and struggled, her fingers ripping the sheets now while every muscle in her
body seemed to spasm. The dog on top of her whined once again, then gripped hard as
he started firehosing his cum in her cunt. The two of them were cumming, dog and
woman, Airedale and nun while outside the chapel bells slowly tolled for afternoon
prayers.
Sister Dominic heard nothing. All she knew was that her body had felt a wonderful
cum, a wonderful cock, a wonderful fuck, and that this surely wouldn't be the last!


Chapter 3

"You were late for vespers, Sister."
Sister Dominic stood in Mother Superior's office, her fingers clasped modestly in front
of her, her eyes cast down at the rug. She did all she could do to keep her cheeks from
flushing beet red as the older nun looked severely at her.
"Yes, Mother. I... I have no excuse for it,"she stammered, not daring to look her in the
face.
Sister Dominic racked her mind for some excuse, something to tell Mother that would
satisfy the old nun and yet keep her guilty secret still a secret.
"What were you doing? The other sisters said you had left the fields early. Were you
ill?"
There was a note of concern in the old nun's voice, something Sister Dominic decided
to capitalize upon.
"Yes, Mother. I... I just didn't want to be a bother and thought I could overcome my
illness with prayer and some rest. I can see now I was wrong."
Mother Superior considered this for a moment, pursing her thin wrinkled lips together
while studying the young trembling nun before her.
"It was very foolish of you to refrain from telling anyone about this. Still," she said with
a sigh, spreading her hands apart in a helpless gesture, "you are young and have much
to learn. To aid you in this thought process I'm assigning you to looking after the barn
with the new novitiates, Sister Katherine and Sister Eustacia. They're there now, I
believe. Additionally," Mother Superior said, rising from her chair in a move that told
Sister Dominic she was to be dismissed, "you will do the stations of the cross for
evening prayer this day. Is that understood, Sister?"
"Yes, Mother," Sister Dominic murmured, bowing low, then backing from the room.
In the corridor the young nun breathed another sigh of relief. The punishment – if one
were to call it that – was far less severe than she could have dreamed! Surely her own
hell of doubt and guilt was more intimidating than anything Mother had cast upon her.
Gathering her skirts about her, the young nun hurried from the chapter house, afraid
Thunder would be near and would do something that would attract suspicion. It was
late afternoon now, the sun going down quickly over the surrounding hills.
Sister Dominic walked slowly to the barn, noticing the front double doors were closed.
Strange. Mother had said the two novitiates were inside cleaning and straightening the
stalls. That would be her job for a while, something less than attractive, but certainly
not the lowest in the chapter. Perhaps the two had left, going to evening prayer early.
Opening the door, Sister Dominic noticed a dim light coming from the back of the
barn. Every now and then she heard a nervous whinnying sound coming from behind
one of the stalls.
She wrinkled her forehead in curiosity, stepping into the large barn and feeling her
black shoes sinking immediately into the soft straw floor. She closed the door softly
behind her, holding her breath for some reason.
Standing still, Sister Dominic cocked her head to one side, feeling her heart start to beat
faster while her pulse raced quickly through her veins. Why was she so edgy? Why was
she so nervous? Certainly there was nothing here to threaten her.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Sister Dominic froze, her back straightening while the whisps of hair on the back of her
neck stood on end. She knew that sound very well. She had let out similar groans only
hours ago when the Airedale had mounted her and had lucked her mindless.
The nun moved forward in the darkness, wrinkling her nose at the gathering smells. It
was awful! But then again, it was a barn, and Sister Dominic didn't expect to inhale
perfume.
"Ooooooooh!"
She stopped again, noticing it was another voice emitting that latest groan. The two
novitiates were here, all right, but they were doing something more than simply
cleaning out the stalls.
Sister Dominic crept forward once more, one hand trailing along the splintery wood of
the stalls. She was approaching the back of the barn now, the light illuminating the
pathway and the stalls empty now to either side of her.
"Oh, my God, he's so... so handsome!" Sister Dominic hesitated for a moment,
uncertain whether to back away and leave the barn quickly or to stay and spy on the
novitiates. Again she heard the whinnying of the one stallion the chapter had, and once
more there followed the sighs of the two young women. She stayed, remaining in the
shadows as much as possible while creeping forward. Finally she reached the back stall
opposite where the horse was.
There, crawling on the straw, stark naked, were Sister Katherine and Sister Eustacia,
pieces of straw covering their bodies. And there before them was the horse, Huguenot,
his black nostrils flaring while he stomped nervously at the ground and backed into the
stall.
That horse looked so out of place here in the deserted barn, so vibrant, so full of life.
He backed away from the two young women kneeling on the ground, his long black
tail swishing from left to right while his eyes rolled in his head. His nostrils quivered as
he snorted out and looked from one young novitiate to the other.
"Oh, come on, it's only me, Huguenot. Isn't it funny Mother Superior having him
named that way?" Sister Eustacia giggled.
"She's so silly. If she only knew what we were doing, she'd die," Sister Katherine
agreed, shaking the blonde hair from her eyes and looking lovingly up at the horse.
"I just couldn't stop doing this, though. I mean, I did it on the farm and when I saw
him..."
"I know, I know!"
Sister Dominic knew she had a duty to these women. She should stop them
immediately, pull them from the snare of Hell and throw them from the stall. Surely
she would tell Mother about this. Women who debased themselves this way, submitted
to the beast this way, should be driven from the convent with jeers and derision.
But then an image of her and Thunder rutting together on her bed stopped the young
nun from opening her mouth. Instead she stood there in the dark, watching with
growing horror as the two novitiates grew more bold with the stallion.
"He's so handsome, and he's so big back there, you know?" Sister Eustacia remarked,
drawing her fingers to her lips and peering down under the black stallion's belly.
Sister Dominic knew what she was looking at. She found her eyes following the
novitiate's, and saw a long, black cock dangling from between his hindquarters. She
gasped, drawing her hands to her mouth to keep from crying out. Huguenot was big!
"Yessss. Oh, it's wrong, Sister. I mean, we shouldn't be thinking things like this, let
alone doing them," Sister Katherine said hesitantly, a shadow flitting across her dolllike
face.
"I know. Someone called it the night of the soul. But that's supposed to come after
we've been nuns for a while!"
"Maybe so. But... but I can't help myself," Sister Eustacia said with a whine, drawing
her hands down and letting her fingers stray around her nipples.
She played with the nubs, squeezing them while spreading her knees farther apart on
the straw. Sister Katherine did the same, her flesh becoming flushed pink with lust as
drops of juice dotted her cunt-hairs.
Sister Dominic's eyes widened, her heart beating so hard she thought surely it would
tear right through her ribcage. She watched as both young novitiates began stroking
one another, their fingers lingering around their nipples, their cunts. Both were
breathing hard, thawing together, staring at the now-silent horse who stared back
curiously at them.
Sister Eustacia seemed particularly aroused, her nipples long and hard now while she
slid her fingers in and out of her pussy. Even from the distance she was at, Sister
Dominic could see the novitiate's fingers were slicked with cuntal grease.
"Oh, Sister, let's do something with him. We've been talking about doing something for
days, and now we're here and we've taken off our robes and... and we're just kneeling
here like we kneel in chapel."
"But... but I don't know." Sister Katherine hesitated.
"Isn't he pretty? I mean, handsome," Sister Eustacia said, her voice a whisper now.
Sister Katherine saw the faint glistening of juices seeping from the other novitiate's
swelling pussy. Both young women were excited and needed only a catalyst to push
them over.
"He's such a good boy too. He's studded several colts around here, according to Mother
– although she put it in another way. Wouldn't that be fun doing something with him,
some thing with a beast who did all that?"
"But-"
Sister Dominic watched with growing horror as Sister Eustacia rose from the barn floor
and gave a wicked, naughty look back at her friend. In one move she had both her arms
draped around the horse's head now, rubbing her cheek against one side.
Sister Eustacia gasped, covering her mouth with both hands now while Sister Dominic
in the shadows watched with bulging eyes. She didn't know what to do so she just
stood there, her knees knocking against one another, while she felt her cunt swelling
open and seeping out hot, trickling cunt-juice.
"Oh, nice Huguenot, nice boy," Sister Katherine groaned, pulling back and letting the
animal lap her tits.
It was odd, thought Sister Dominic, watching this scene, looking at this novitiate
hugging the beast while his large, sloppy pink tongue lapped over her tits. Each lick
made her thunderous tits slip up, then slap back wetly down against her Upper chest.
She could see Sister Katherine's knees shaking while her toes curled into the soft stall
straw.
"Sister, I don't know what to... oh God, this is so strange," Eustacia stammered, giving
her friend a long, disapproving look.
"I know, but it's wonderful, really Sister! I mean, there's something so uninhibited
about having him do this to me... ohhhhhh!"
Sister Katherine's groan of enjoyment sent shivers racing up and down Sister Dominic's
spine. She could almost feel the hot, sticky touch of the horse's tongue against her own
body as she stood there in the dark.
Licking. That animal licking her, drawing his tongue over her body the way the
Airedale had. And that cock!
"Sister!"
"This is so good, Sister! Oh, ohhhhh!" The pleasure was so good it hurt! Sister Dominic
was sure of that, watching the young novitiate clinging to the tit-licking animal. She
found herself digging her nails into the soft rotting wood of the stall behind her, her
feet sliding out from under her as she sank to the floor in prayer-fashion.
"I wonder if old Sister Dominic would ever try something like this."
Sister Dominic started at the mention of her name. It was all she could do to keep from
crying out.
"No. She's too holy, holier even than Mother Superior, I think," Sister Eustacia giggled,
snapping from her confusion this moment.
"Maybe so. They've been saying she's acting like a saint before she's even martyred."
Both novitiates giggled nervously, their conversation quickly going back to the horse as
he continued licking Sister Katherine into a state of frenzy.
"Sister, come on, we both can have fun doing this, please."
Sister Eustacia hesitated once again for a second, then rose with a sigh, her pendulous
tits swaying from side to side as she moved to the animal's hindquarters.
Sister Katherine petted and cooed the animal while her friend stroked her fingers over
the smooth, shiny black flesh of his hindquarters. She gasped when it shivered and the
animal whinnied, moving his hoofs about nervously.
"He likes it. I can tell," Sister Katherine said, winking at her friend.
"I... I guess so," Sister Eustacia said, licking her dry lips and growing bolder.
Sister Dominic moved forward a little to the edge of the shadows, now on her knees,
watching the two novitiates degrade themselves with the stallion.
Sister Eustacia leaned against the beast from behind, stroking him, rubbing her tits over
his smooth flesh while drawing her cunt up against his muscled legs. Sister Dominic
could tell the novitiate's cunt was steaming and simmering over this animal. She was
rubbing her tits over the horse's broad, heaving black sides while Sister Katherine still
cupped her fingers around the stallion's big head. He was lapping at her wrists and
throat now, moving his head down, touching her belly, then finally drawing his broad
sloppy pink tongue over her cunt.
Sister Katherine let out a yelp, her knees going rubbery for a second. She liked that
feeling, liked it a lot. And who wouldn't, Sister Dominic thought to herself, feeling the
flames of goodness licking up her thighs and burning into her cunt.
"Ohhhh, that's good, good horsie, oh, touch me there again, Huguenot!"
"He's licking you? Oh, Sister, that's.. that's freaky, that's so good, oh God!"
Sister Eustacia was going mad behind her, holding onto the animal's sides while
drawing her pussy from side to side over his hind quarters.
Sister Dominic knew the feeling, could almost feel the sexy touch of the horse's hot
flesh pulling and dragging over her cunt. She sighed happily, sliding one hand
secretively under her gown, then moving it up until she snaked her fingers under the
legbands of her cotton drawers. She had changed them after her tryst with Thunder,
and they were wet again! Just as she found herself touching her clit and trembling with
delight she heard Sister Katherine let out another gaspy groan. The horse whinnied
again, this time standing stock still, his tail raised slightly from his smooth, black ass.
"Sister, what, ohhhhhhh!"
Sister Eustacia had grown bolder beyond all expectation. Having aroused herself with
all the rubbing, she now moved around to one side and dropped to her knees, keeping
her fingers always in contact with the horse's smooth, shivering sides. Now she was all
the way on the floor, her knees slightly under the stallion's belly while her hands were
caressing the area just around his cock. She was licking her lips again, her finger tips
teasing his balls, then going down around his long, thickening cock.
The young novitiate was on the border of bolting from the stall while her excitement
was riding at a fever pitch. She struggled with her fears and guilt while her fingers
continued to touch the beast all over.
Sister Dominic slipped two fingers into her cunt-hole, twisting them around while
strumming her clit. She wished she could shrug off her gowns. The wimple was so
restrictive and the robes hung heavily on her shoulders. But still she remained in the
shadows, unseen while watching the two young novitiates rutting in front of the beast.
How her cunt burned, the clit throbbing at the touch of her thumb!
"He's so hot, so very hot down there," Sister Eustacia said, her fingers caressing those
two leathery sacks now. "I think I'm going to lick it to cool him down!"
"Sister!"
Sister Katherine's eyes widened as she looked around from the horse's head and saw
her friend ducking under the stallion's belly.
Sister Eustacia had her tongue stuck out already and was licking at his long, thick cock,
puffing her tongue along the black length until it touched the double-lobed end.
His cock was so big, so... so huge! Surely, Sister Dominic thought to herself, it had to
be at least ten, maybe twelve inches long! She shivered at her estimation, watching as
the novitiate's tongue slithered up and down the stallion's cock until it was slick with
her spit. Huguenot was moving around a little more now in spite of Sister Katherine's
continual soothing and hold. He snorted, shaking his powerful head while his eyes
rolled.
"He's so excited, Sister. Ohhhh, be careful what you're doing down there!"
"Uh-huh."
The young novitiate's words were muffled as she dragged her lips up and down along
the animal's fat cock.
Sister Dominic shivered, listening to the sucking wet sounds of the woman's mouth
against the animal's cock. Sister Eustacia was bobbing her head up and down rapidly
now, her short hair jerking about while her mouth worked over the sides of Huguenot's
cock.
Sister Katherine moved forward, letting go of the stallion's head and trailing her fingers
along his sides until she was nearly even with Sister Eustacia.
"Ohhhhh!"
Huguenot reared back, shaking his head once more. His mane ruffled about while his
nostrils flared. Sister Eustacia could feel his cock contracting, the fat muscles growing
stiff as steel. She let out a cry, and then... and then there were long white globs of cum
shooting from his cock-head.
Sister Dominic nearly fainted, watching the two novitiates licking up the spattering jizz.
She pulled her fingers from her cunt, rising shakily and bolting like a drunk from the
stall.


Chapter 4

Sister Dominic found herself at chapel once more. It was the second day after her
discovery of both her own weakness and the weaknesses of Sister Eustacia and Sister
Katherine. She watched as two older nuns rose stiffly from the altar and made the sign
of the cross, leaving together with softly rustling gowns, the door closing with a soft
thud behind them. There was only the sound of the hissing of the burning candles in
the tiny chapel.
Sister Dominic rose from the pew, then fled from the chapel. Sister Dominic began
walking back to her cell. This was the time of personal reflection, a time when the nuns
individually prayed in their tiny rooms for guidance before reassembling in the chapel
to pray in unison.
Sister Dominic looked down the long, brightly lit corridor. All the doors were closed.
Supposedly behind each one was a nun or novitiate praying fervently for guidance. But
how could she pray for anything when all she could think about was fucking?
Sister Dominic rushed past her room, looking nervously behind her to make certain no
one was watching her. Prayer was useless. If she could find no solace in the chapel, she
certain ly would find nothing in her own cell where thoughts of what had happened
there two days earlier would haunt her.
Stepping outside, Sister Dominic let the door close behind her softly. It was a beautiful
night, one of God's nights, she thought, watching strips of black clouds streak across
the quarter moon. Everything was silvered with the glow of moonlight, making it
appear like some other worldly landscape. Yes, God could make the world beautiful
when He chose, she thought, stepping from the chapter house and finding herself
meandering toward the barn.
Sister Dominic stopped short. Her thoughts were interrupted by a soft brushing against
her right ankle.
It was Thunder, rubbing up against her, looking up at the young nun with those
wonderful soulful brown eyes of his. Somehow being with the dog seemed less evil, less
horrid than doing something with Hugeunot in the barn.
The lights were still burning bright in the chapter house and the chapel. She had at
least an hour, perhaps more before they would be going back in together. That was
more than enough time, she thought to herself with a smile.
"Come on, boy, come on."
There was no guilt now, no feeling of remorse as she walked toward the darkened barn.
No, she wouldn't touch the horse. He would remain in peace – at least for the evening.
The darned tingle in her cunt that was getting worse with each step she took would be
satisfied not by the prayer she had made in the chapel but by the Airedale trotting
happily next to her.
"Inside, boy, in here."
She shut the door quietly, putting a small wooden bar across the hooks just to make
sure no one would surprise her. She could hear Huguenot whinny.
Sister Dominic smiled again, removing her wimple, then loosening the belt around her
robe and letting it fall to the hay.
Thunder looked around, running to the corners of the stall and sniffing about while the
young nun stripped before him.
"There, boy, there, that's so much better, isn't it?"
She had removed all her clothing, standing there in the semi-darkness, her flesh
burning with lust while already beads of juice dotted her blonde, frizzled cunt-hairs.
The nun felt her cunt on fire more than it had been before. Perhaps it was because
there wasn't the fear of the unknown any longer. She knew what Thunder was capable
of and wanted it badly. She moved her hips a little and felt more of her thick cunt-juice
seep out. Her breathing was shallow and. hot through her flared nostrils as she drew
her fingers around her thighs, up her belly, up to her tits.
There was no problem about enticing Thunder. He sat there on his haunches now,
oblivious to Huguenot's whinnying behind him, oblivious to everything except the tall
lithe naked body he saw swaying slightly in front of him. The animal rose finally,
moving up to her and pressing his cold snout against the back of her right calf.
Sister Dominic shuddered, letting her head fall back, feeling her chest tighten at that
delicious sensation.
It was wonderful! Oh so wonderful!
And it was going to happen to her again.
"Do it to me, Thunder, do fuck me again! Make me cum again!"
The animal approached her slowly, dropping his head, his beautiful brown eyes staring
at her hotly while his tail wagged slowly. He was playing with her, his mouth opened,
his tongue barely visible while his panting filled the small stall with the sound of an
animal in heat.
Sister Dominic dropped to her knees just as she had seen the novitiates do, crossing her
arms over her fits. She liked doing this to herself, touching herself this way slowly while
watching the animal stalking her as if she were his prey. She could feel her heels
digging into her soft ass-cheeks while the toes curled into the straw. Thunder stopped,
mystified temporarily by the whinnying of Huguenot behind him.
"No, boy, don't worry about him," Sister Dominic whispered, a soft smile crossing her
lips. She stretched her left hand out, palm up, curling her fingers, egging him on. "He
won't bother us. Come on, boy, come on, come and touch me and make me... make me
cum!"
She slipped back, scooting her taut ass over the dry straw while spreading her legs
invitingly for the large Airedale.
Thunder barked, tossing his head, approaching her once again.
She wondered if any of the other nuns had ever thought about doing this. What about
those two older ones she had seen earlier in the chapel? Had they secretly stolen out in
the evenings to tempt the dogs?
"Come, boy, come on, lick me!"
Sister Dominic smiled easily, cupping one hand under her large and firm tits. The
touch gave her a heated chill, making her knees draw every so slightly together. Her
first inclination was to stop touching, let the dog do it. But no, he could watch, could
wind up excited as she continued thumbing her nipples, rubbing the naked backs of her
legs against the straw.
She kept on pinching and thumbing, feeling the electric thrill building quickly in her
body.
She was rutting high now, feeling the tension grip her throat, her chest, her cunt, while
the animal examined her coolly from a distance. Saliva frothed around his mouth as he
licked his tongue around and scooped it up.
Sister Dominic groaned, the tickle of her nipples starting the juices going again. When
she rocked her hips like this from side to side, the buttery heat spread all over, leaking
out to dot her blonde curls once again with the pungent dew.
She knew the dog could smell her. She could smell herself now, the musky aroma
wafting up from between her splayed thighs and making her nostrils flare.
Sister Dominic laughed to herself, shaking her had while drawing her fingers around
her pussy and dipping two of them into her juicy, tight little fuck-hole. She had enticed
the dog, that first time had nearly dragged him to her bed. It was difficult at first for her
to admit it to herself. But now... now there could be no mistaking what had happened,
and what was happening now.
"Come on, boy, lick me, lick... lick me clean!"
The hand resting on her belly trembled as she stroked herself, watching the animal
watch her.
Thunder moved forward another inch, his head stretching forward, his nostrils
quivering as he picked up her hot scent.
Sister Dominic felt as if she were breaking all the rules and laws at once as she drew
her knees farther apart, feeling the straw sticking to her damp legs. Her knees were
trembling when the dog moved forward, putting one paw possessively on her right knee
then pushing his head forward.
"Oooooooh!"
He touched her. Oh yes, yes, he was touching her now, touching her just like the way
she wanted to be touched! She felt the inner surfaces of her pussy rubbing together as
she wormed away from him until her back rested against the stall wall behind her.
Somewhere in the distance she could hear the horse whinnying once more. The dog
was ignoring Huguenot, however, sticking his nose under her hot pussy-mound, licking
his tongue around and around until her shivering thighs were dripping with his spit.
She loved that sensation, the feeling of his furred head rubbing and pressing against her
ass while his tongue slicked her down all over.
Spasms shot through her clit, making her cuntal muscles contract and spasm as if there
were a cock in her. A cock in her! The thought made her jerk sharply to the right, her
legs kicking out while her tummy muscles knotted with excitement. Her ass tightened,
relaxed, then flexed tight once more while she stretched her legs as far apart as she
could.
"Ooooooh... sweet Jesus!"
Sister Dominic closed her eyes, rubbing her tongue over he dry lips while sucking in
lungfuls of air. She thought of the two novices on the stall floor, then saw them
embracing the stallion, one of them finally sinking to the floor and actually putting her
tongue to the horse's cock! It still made her mind reel to think something like that had
actually happened. A woman doing something like that to a horse, a stallion in the
stables!
And now... and now she was opening herself to a beast as well, spreading he legs apart
and inviting him in for a lick while the dog continued to go wild over her.
He slopped his tongue over the woman's inner thighs, licking up and down, drawing
his tongue to her knees, then licking it back up until it curled into her pussy.
It was then when the young nun spanned, her body jerking while Thunder put both
paws down on her thighs and held her down.
How she loved his possessiveness, the way he took control of her while still licking into
her. And now Sister Dominic knew he was tasting and smelling her, curling his tongue
into her and drawing out more globs of her cunt-juice and swallowing them thirstily.
Sister Dominic looked down at the Airedale wedged between her legs and watched his
tongue skewer her pussy, slicking down into her cunt and disappearing between her
swollen wet outer cunt-lips.
"Thunder! Oh God, God, I'm going to die from this, it's soooooooo good!"
Sister Dominic pushed her legs forward, feeling her back sliding down the wall, the
splinters digging deliciously into her flesh. How she loved the pain, feeling it merge
somehow into the pleasure the animal was giving her with that soft, fuzzy licking
tongue! The hunger of her body, the desire to have his maw sticking into her made the
young nun beg the dog to lick her harder. When he did, she felt her will collapsing,
moving her fingers down and feeling at the swampy mess between her legs.
Oh, oh, she was so wet, so very very wet with her own cunt-juices and his spit!
And he was making her even wetter with his wonderful tongue! How it slopped up and
down her pussy!
Thunder was concentrating on her slick cunt crack now, licking again and again, his
tongue slopping up more and more of her flowing cunt juices. With each upward lick,
Sister Dominic jerked her ass up from the barn floor, supporting herself with her hands
while digging her ankles into the soft hay. She tensed all her muscles, feeling her thighs
and ass cramp from the tension.
"Jesus Christ in heaven!" she cried softly, the cords sticking from her throat as she
jerked her ass up and gave the dog more of her cunt to eat.
He saw the excitement he was causing her and he whimpered. Now he was licking her
ass, pushing his head under her ass and drawing his tongue down around her ass-crack.
He was licking into her shitter, touching her asshole so delightfully.
The insides of her thighs, her ass, her cunt were all exposed now to the big animal.
Somehow Sister Dominic pushed herself up through the red fog that had settled over
her brain and saw the dog touching and licking her, again and again.
Oh, oh, oh, what a delight, what a wonder this was as she half-lay there in the barn, let
ting this dreaded animal take care of her this way!
Sister Dominic turned a little, moving her hips in fucking movements, wanting the
animal to lick her harder, touch her harder with his tongue. But the nun knew he was
doing the best he could with his tongue. Something else had to happen, something that
made her heart beat even faster as she thought about it. She felt herself going down,
down some marvelous tunnel while his wonderful mouth against her swelling cunt
became more important than all the prayers she had ever learned at the convent. The
dog had her spread there, helpless, holding her prisoner as she tried to get more air in
her lungs.
"OOOooooh!"
Her chest heaved mightily as the animal moved his head from side to side, burrowing
his tongue deeper between her outer cunt-lips. She could feel the juices flooding from
her cunt-slit, wetting her down even more.
Bawling with delight, the nun hammered her legs against the floor, dragging her nails
over straw, shouting to the winds as she fought herself. Ohhhh, it was so good, so good
having his tongue sliding all the way into her, if it were going to saw her in two!
"Thunder... oh God, you're so good, better than before!"
The dog whimpered, putting his paws between her legs and pulling his head from her
cunt once again. He licked all around his maw, wetting the black hairs around his
mouth before giving in once more. She watched his belly heave with excitement as his
ass moved up and down. He was rubbing his cock against the floor.
She knew it! He was jacking off!
That thought, that feeling of his wonderful long, thick, wet cock rolling into her pussy
and slicking down the hot sides of her cuntal walls sent the nun into a higher state of
excitement. It was all she could do to keep from cumming. As it was, her breathing was
completely out of control, gaspy and shallow and hot as she peered down at the dog
with droopy eyes.
"I... uhhhhh..."
Sister Dominic choked, closing her eyes, again Seeing a montage of the novitiates
licking the animal's cock, her own body twisting and jerk trig under Thunder's cunt
hitting cock. Her legs kicked out while his muzzle slipped up deep in to her cunt.
He growled and tossed his head, that deep penetration of her pussy sending a fiery
shiver that spread over her flesh. Sister Dominic choked, trying to suck air back in her
lungs. The dog was making growling noises as he plowed her pussy-lips open and kept
on lapping her cunt-juices.
The nun reached down once more, touching his furred, pointy ears.
So pointy! So furry!
She let out another cry as he petted her with his tongue slicking around her sensitive
little trigger and driving her wild. She was flat on the floor now, her arms to her sides
as if she were being readied for a crucifixion.
Tensing her ass, Sister Dominic found herself fucking the beast, slipping her thighs up
am rolling them around while the Airedale continued slopping his tongue down into
her. Oh oh, it was so good being licked off this way. But! she knew she had to have
something more now, something harder, something more insistent burrowing through
her cunt.
"Now, boy, now... do it, boy, do it to me!" she said, inching her knees up, up until she
felt her cunt-lips unsticking once more. She would fuck him this way, the way men and
women fucked. He was her lover now and he would learn to fuck her this way.
Thunder didn't seem nonplussed by her position at all. Barking, he nosed her ass twice,
then carefully put one paw on her right thigh, the other on her left, drawing his
hindquarters up against her rolled-up ass.
Sister Dominic smiled weakly, raising one hand and gently wiping the sweat from her
eyes.
The dog knew. Oh God in heaven, he knew what to do and how to do it!
Sister Dominic gasped happily, pulling her knees back until they were touching her tits.
She was open for him, completely peeled back, and ready for what she had yearned for
these past two days!
There! That wonderful Airedale, that wonderful dog was fucking her!
Sister Dominic could feel his cock, could feel his pointy little cock-head cutting past her
cunt lips and squeezing into her pussy. She could fed her slick, moist cunt-meat
stretching itchily around his cock while a trickle of juice bubble from her cunt-hole and
trickled maddeningly into her ass-crack. She kept her hands down flat at her sides to
maintain some balance, breathing softly, slowly as the dog dug his claws into her inner
thighs.
It was wonderful, breath-taking. She was giving herself to him the way a young woman
would give herself to her husband or lover!
Sister Dominic stretched her legs out a little more,, letting them fall apart as much as
she could while Thunder dipped his ass down. There! Oh, yes, there! She could feel his
cock brushing up against her cunt, slipping into her. The young nun squirmed a little,
trying to keep her ass flat against the barn floor while drinking in the sensation of
being fucked as much as she could.
Oh, there was nothing like it in the world! How her cuntal walls tickled and spasmed at
the lumpy touch of the dog's stiff little cock! The nun let out a squeal, squinting her
eyes shut while curling her fingers until the nails bit into her palms. It was almost too
good to be true!
Sister Dominic sighed, rubbing her fingers flow through the dog's thick fur and
drawing him closer to her.
His cock was all the way in her cunt now. She could feel his cock rummaging around
her Pussy, stretching her, teasing her while his body lowered itself down to hers.


Chapter 5

How that fur tickled her sensitive flesh! Sister Dominic felt her cunt-lips peeling back as
far as they could as the dog's cock started sliding like a piston, faster and faster into her
cunt-hole. She wondered how they looked – the nun and the dog, her white body
stretched out while the animal hunkered over her, driving his cock into her cunt!
"Ooooooooh!"
Flashes of heat made her cuntal muscles snap shut on the dog's probing cock.
Thunder shook his head, letting out a tiny squeal of triumph while working his cock in
and out of her squishy fuck-hole. How her cuntal muscles spasmed again, sucking at
the invading monster.
Sister Dominic sighed again, reaching down between her legs to feel the cock making
her feel so good.
"Ohhhh, you're so good, so good, boy! It's good having you do this to me, fuck me, fuck
me... ohhhhhhh, fuck me goooooood!"
Sister Dominic threw her head from side to side, arching her spine while shoving her :
shoulders deep into the loose straw under her.' She rolled her hips up, held her ass in
the air for a moment, then jerked it back down to the floor, letting out a gasp of air
while the dog continued to fuck her harder and faster.
Her cuntal mouth was on fire! Rushes of delightful flames burned into her clit, then
shot down into her pussy, making the muscles contract again. No, no, she couldn't take
this much longer! Watching those two novitiates with the horse had made her too hot.
She was going to cum! God in heaven, she was going to cum now!
"Ohhh, Thunder, hurry!"
The urgency in her voice reached the animal. He yipped again, flattening his ears
against his head and fucking down for all he was worth.
Sister Dominic felt her cunt throbbing hard now, the flesh around her cut glowing
while more floods of juice oozed out to soothe the friction of the fucking. Sister
Dominic bounced her ass on the floor of the barn, fucking back, streaks of perspiration
staining her face and throat while her tits slapped together and jiggled like lumps of
pudding.
"Ahhhh... ahhiuiiiii!"
Sister Dominic was squirming helplessly, her face twisted as if she were being tortured.
The steady pulsing of her cunt was getting worse and worse. She knew she was about to
cum, about to have that wonderful series of feelings that would blow away the world
around her for a few seconds.
She lay there panting, hovering over her climax, feeling as if she had been suspended
there for an eternity. Then she began prancing her ass around wildly, holding the dog's
cock-shaft with her aching cunt. It hurt to hold him for very long. But she was starting
to cunt now. She could feel those burning rushing tickles that maddened the ruby bulge
of her clit.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
She kicked the air with her feet, digging her nails against the dog's back. In a moment
she could feel her cunt softening around the animal's cock once more.
He grunted and fucked into her like a rabid beast. She hadn't realized he could fuck her
so deep and so quickly as he was doing now. The friction down there exploded into a
golden fireball, burning all through her body.
She bit her lower lip and thrashed again, feeling oh so very far away and dreamy. She
felt she could fuck forever and forever this way, her and the dog, until Judgment Day.
"Ooooooooh, Thunder, Thunder..."
Sister Dominic's voice trailed away into a whisper, her legs slowly lowering to the floor.
She had done it again. It had felt so good, and it had harmed no one. These thoughts
recurred to her again and again as she lay there on the floor, trying to catch her breath
again. How good the dog felt resting against her sides, curling up into her while he
licked her armpit. He shook like a baby sometimes, especially when he started licking at
his cock.
"Thunder..."
Sister Dominic lay in the straw for some time, feeling the delicious golden glow cover
her flesh. But she knew her time was limited. She couldn't afford to be late for prayer
again.
Thunder growled sleepily, looking up at her.
"I must get up. Be a good boy, Thunder. Don't get into trouble," Sister Dominic
whispered, drawing on her cotton drawers, then slipping her bra over her tits.
It was difficult dressing this way, keeping the dog from her cunt, steadying herself in
the barn, then fastening her wimple without the aid of a mirror. In time, however, the
nun had managed to dress and quickly hurried from the barn, rushing across the open
space and reaching the chapter house before the time of meditation was over.
She had had enough time to collect herself before the baritone bells began tolling,
announcing time for evening prayer. Mother led the group, her head bent down
solemnly, her gait studied, slow. Sister Dominic joined the others, greeting them
silently with a friendly gaze, then looked behind her as she entered the chapel and
noticed the novitiates.
There, in the third row, were Sister Eustacia and Sister Katherine. Sister Dominic
marveled at how holy they looked. There was almost a glow given off from each of
them as they knelt there at the chapel, their eyes closed, their lips moving silently in
prayer.
"Sister!"
It was Mother Superior, calling her attention to the altar as Father Pierre entered from
the side and walked up to the altar. Mass had begun.
Reaching down, the young nun grasped her black-beaded rosary and began to recite the
prayers automatically, keeping her eyes cast down to avoid Mother's curious stare.
Mass took an eternity, Sister Dominic thought, gathering her skirts about her and
walking silently from the chapel. She was about to enter her cell for the evening when
she felt a hand restrain her.
"Beware the sins of the flesh, Sister."
It was Mother Superior, standing there as gray as death itself, her eyes glittering with an
unholy intensity. It was all Sister Dominic could do to keep her face from flushing red.
"But, I've always avoided those thoughts, Mother. I've tried prayer and fasting, and it's
seemed to work," she said, amazed at the lies she could quote.
Mother Superior closed her eyes as if acknowledging what she'd heard.
"All the same, lust is something that comes about without warning. Be on guard, Sister.
Be on guard," she said, nodding, then turning and shuffling away back to her office.
Sister Dominic stood there for a moment, making sure the old nun had left before she
entered her cell. Be on guard! She had been on guard, and still lust had overwhelmed
her, turned her into a rutting whore while she still wore the black gown of the bride of
Christ.
That night was difficult for her, tossing and turning, her sleep interrupted by dreams
that showed her bending over, gripping onto a rail while the dog was mounting her,
fucking her.
She dreamed of how he had licked her off, then braced his body against hers and stuck
his cock into her until she came.
The scene shifted and once more she was crouched down, but this time completely
naked, the dog wedged between her shaking knees. There in front of her were the two
novitiates also naked. But this time the stallion was fucking Sister Eustacia, his cock
slipping into her, stretching her until Sister Dominic thought she would surely split in
two. But the spaced look on her face told her she was enjoying this immensely. There
under the stallion's flat belly was Sister Katherine, her tongue licking at the animal's fat
leathery balls, her lips caressing his big cock-root while her fingers were fucking herself.
It was an awful dream, one that drove the young nun awake. Perspiration dampened
her flesh. Worse, her cunt was swollen open once more, damp with cunt-juice while her
clit was dangerously close to climax. No, she couldn't just sit here, couldn't lay down
and pray to God to take away this awful feeling. Mother was wrong – at least, as far as
she was concerned. Her flesh was too weak now, too aroused for prayer to help. Men
would have had to hold her down to help her.
"Damn.."
She swung her long legs out from her tiny bed, standing up, then padding barefooted to
the window and drawing aside the plain cotton curtains. No. No one was outside. She
had doubted any one would be. There were some dim lights radiating from the chapel.
There were some nuns who kept all-night vigils, ever ready to come to the aid of a
needy sister if called for. She, Sister Dominic thought as she gathered her shapeless
white cotton nightgown around her, was one of those. But she would tip-toe past the
door, past the drowsing nuns, and go outside.
"There..."
She slipped past Mother's room, past the chapel, and finally through the back rooms to
the rear door.
Sister Dominic turned the doorknob and pushed open the door, feeling the cool, damp
air of the early morning against her face.
The sky was still black and the moon had set. Still there was a kind of glow that seemed
to come from above, delineating the shapes of things around the chapter house. And
there it was, the barn, that place where she had had so much fun and watched the
others doing the same thing.
"What in God's name am I doing to myself?" she asked quietly as she moved forward,
gathering her gown tightly around her.
In the distance Sister Dominic could hear coyotes yowling as she opened the barn door
and stepped in.
"That's all right, boy, remember me? Maybe you don't, but I remember you, watching
you with the others," Sister Dominic said, standing in front of Huguenot.
The horse stared at her quietly, his tail swishing jerkily. She saw his black nostrils
quivering while his eyes studied her carefully.
Sister Dominic hesitated, wondering what she should do. She was afraid to make a
move that would startle a horse. Her tits rose and fell as she stood staring at the curious
horse. A warm trickle of her cuntal juice ran down the inside of her right thigh, making
her excitement that much more intense. She would have to fuck him.
Shrugging the gown off, Sister Dominic let it fall from her shoulders and puddle
around her feet. The horse whinnied, shaking his head, watching as the robe revealed
her fits, her cunt, her thighs. He pressed forward now, rubbing his chest against the
front door.
Sister Dominic smiled. She had won the first round. He was interested in her now, not
frightened. She stretched out her right hand, running her fingers down his long head.
Sister Dominic opened the stall door, still keeping her hand touching the big animal.
He snorted, his big brown eyes following her as she stepped into the stall. The hay
tickled the sensitive spots between her toes as the nun moved in a little farther, stroking
her fingers along his fine black hair. Was he as aroused as she was? Could he smell her
cunt? Was she going to be his mare, his mate for the night?
That thought made her shudder with excitement as Sister Dominic moved her hands
down his right rear leg, feeling the muscles tense and quiver at her light touch. She
could feel her knees knocking together as her hand reached the first lumpy leg joint.
Sister Dominic flashed her eyes up and took another look at the big animal. He was
still standing stock still, his head twisted around, his eyes peering at her.
"That's easy, boy, come on, that's right, come on, you're all right," she said, stroking his
leg gently, then moving her hands down a little farther.
Sister Dominic was proud of herself. He could have become nervous, violent. He could
have stomped around and crushed her with his body or hooves. But instead he just
stood there, heaving great sighs, whinnying every now and then impatiently as her
hands continued to caress his firm body.
Sister Dominic took his calm as a sign of encouragement. Moving her hand up and
around, the nun stopped just short of his cock.
Yes! Yes! She could see he was aroused!
His cock was so huge, so... so long and thick and hot! It was way bigger than she had
thought when she'd seen Sister Eustacia licking it. Now she hesitated, remembering
how small and bumpy Thunder's cock was. This was far different, almost threatening.
Sister Dominic bent her knees a little farther, reaching under the horse's firm belly and
moving her hand around until she brushed her fingers against his cock.
"Oh!"
She drew her hand back as if she had touched a live stove! Huguenot was nervous as
well, snorting and shaking his head while moving back against the stall. She heard his
ass rubbing against the wall while his hooves stomped dangerously close to her hands.
"Easy, boy, easy..."
She didn't have the easy touch of the other nuns, Sister Dominic knew. But she would
learn. Still she kept her hands touching the beast, moving her right hand out once
more, this time keeping her fingers steady until they were curled around the horse's
cock. It was so big, so hot! This time Huguenot stayed quiet, snorting regularly through
his handsome black nostrils while his body quivered ever so slightly.
Sister Dominic was amazed at the power she felt between her fingers! How his hot,
hard cock pulsed in her hand, throbbing in time – it seemed – with her own beating
heart!
Sister Dominic started moving her fingers back and forth, puffing at his outer cock
skin, tugging it over the steely inner core until the big black stallion was whinnying as
if she was beating him.
"No, boy, I don't want you to cum this way," she whispered. If there were only some
way, some way she could have this animal fucking her, driving his cock-meat into her,
she would be the happiest woman in the whole world!
Instead, Sister Dominic continued to jerk her hand up and down, feeling his hot outer
cock-flesh moving up and down.
How interesting!
"Good, good boy."
Sister Dominic felt her cunt getting more swollen while the heat began to burn her
pussy-bush. Slipping one hand down between her thighs, the nun felt her pussy react
strongly to the light fingering touch.
Again she stared at the long thick black cock pulsing between her fingers while she
slipped two fingers into her cunt. It took little to imagine just how something like
Huguenot's cock would feel fucking her, pushing down into her body and filling her up
to the bursting point. Reaching down into her body, feeling her cuntal muscles milking
at her fingers, Sister Dominic gasped with delight.
"Fuck ."
The nun was nearly breathless with what her fingers were doing... jacking off a horse
while stabbing down into her pussy!
"Good horsie, good... oh yes, yes, good horse, keep it up, Huguenot!"
Sister Dominic was going wild now, twisting her fingers around and around in her
pussy while stabbing them up as far as they would go. At the same time she jerked the
animal's cock faster and faster, hearing his snorting and whinnying increase. She knew
in moments he would be squirting his cum through her fingers. It would drop past her
palm, then splash down onto the barn floor much as it had done the other night when
Sister Eustacia had fingered and licked the horse into orgasm.
"Good, Huguenot, good, horsie!"
Sister Dominic stopped for a second, bending her head down, and finding herself face
to face with his magnificent black, throbbing cock. She would do the same thing Sister
Eustacia had, perhaps even better. She was so hot, so very, very hot. And there was the
animal's cock jerking around right in front of her face!
"Uhhhhhhh..."
She drew her head in a little farther, smelling the rich, pungent aroma of a male animal
aroused. It triggered her into high heat, the young nun feeling her cuntal walls buckling
in against her fingers.
Sticking out her tongue, she touched his black cock gingerly with the tip, then became
bolder and pressed her lips against his cock in a long, wet kiss.
Sister Dominic became bolder, licking his long thick horse cock as if it were a lollypop
while still fingering herself. When she came down to his double-lobed cockhead, the
nun twisted herself around, going one step further than sister Eustacia and taking the
bulbous tip into her throat. Yes, yes, she swallowed that cock, half on her back, still
fingering herself while sucking down hard and drawing her mouth onto that thing.
How her cheeks puffed out while that animal's cock jerked violently on top of her
tongue!
Sister Dominic pressed on, shoving her head up, up until she could feel his hot bulbous
cock tip pressing against her tonsils. She had filled her mouth up with the horse's cock
and now and now she tasted something, something that was very salty, very bleachy.
Instinctively she drew her head back. And then came the first blast of the horse's cock.
Sister Dominic coughed and choked, drawing her head away. Another glob, and then
another, shot from his cock-head, spattering against her face, her forehead, into her
hair. Somehow the nun managed to stay under the horse, still keeping her fingers
caressing the animal's cock while fingering herself.
"Uhhhh... OOOOooooh!"
Her face turned red and pinched as she felt her cunt going into convulsions. She felt
the exploding pressure, the wonderful itchy release that sent the muscles around her
cunt into tingly spasms.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
Sister Dominic didn't care if the entire chapter house heard her as she kicked and
thrashed under the big horse. And all the while the animal was firing his cum onto her,
spattering his jizz all over her face, her throat, her jiggling tits.
And then it was over.
Panting like an animal herself, Sister Dominic knew it was over. She looked up and saw
the big horse rubbing his head against one of the stall walls, snorting, his hind legs
stomping nervously at the ground.
Sister Dominic rolled away from the animal, drawing her feet into a position under her
ass and scooting back into the main hail. Only then did she realize something very
warm and sticky was dripping from her cheeks and forehead. His cum! Using her
gown, the young nun dabbed her face and throat dry, watching in mute fascination as
the big stallion did his dance around the stall.
For a moment Sister Dominic thought his snorting and neighing might awaken some
members of the convent. But all were still asleep, unaware of her transgression here in
the barn.
"I must be losing my mind," she whispered to herself, slipping her cum-dampened
gown over her shoulders and walking from the barn.
No. No one was awake.
The lights were still on in the chapel as Sister Dominic crept back to the chapter house,
a breeze from the north lifting her hair lightly from her narrow shoulders.
As she dragged herself down the corridor, exhausted from the ordeal of having played
with the horse, she thought about the dog, about the two novitiates, and wondered how
long this would go on.
"My name is Sister Dominic," she whispered to herself again and again, sinking onto
her narrow bed and rolling onto her back. She looked at the cross still nailed over her
bed and closed her eyes.


Chapter 6

The following day, Sister Dominic found Father Pierre several times that day visiting
Mother, who was ill, and she was about to hail him down and beg for confession. Still,
her courage failed her.
At about three that afternoon she had managed to work up enough strength to go to
Mother's room and interrupt the two of them when she caught sight of Sister Eustacia
and Sister Katherine slipping off to the barn. The employees had already raked the
stalls and fed Huguenot and had gone on to other chores. They would be alone in the
barn with that horse.
Sister Dominic trembled, her fingers gripping the polished wood tightly. She knew what
they would be doing. She could see them already with the horse, Sister Eustacia licking
his cock while Sister Katherine hugged his head and let him lick her tits.
And there, tossed on the ground carelessly, were the trappings of their religious ardor
as if it were garbage.
Sister Dominic gathered up her strength and walked stiff-limbed toward the barn. She
would wake them up, show them the evil of their ways and beg them to come with her
to confess to Father Pierre.
Having reached the barn door, Sister Dominic looked around carefully, noticing once
again that the workers had disappeared into the fields while the rest of the order was
busy at other things.
She opened the door carefully, closing it behind her and securing the entrance as she
had the night before with a wooden board. She could hear giggling already from the
rear. They bad lost little time in their game. A sharp snort from Huguenot told her the
nuns were already busy at play.
Advancing to the back of the barn, Sister Dominic searched her mind for something to
say. She could think of nothing... nothing but her own rising lust, her own burning
curiosity as to what the two novices were doing there in Huguenot's stall. As she
reached the penultimate stall, Sister Dominic stopped. She could hear the conversation,
and the words paralyzed.
"You think he can fuck us this way?"
"Sure... I mean, we have to be careful. He is awfully big and he can hurt you. But... it'll
be worth it to have something this big in me. Wow, I'll bet I won't be able to piss for a
week!"
"Sister!"
"I don't like that 'Sister' business, anyway. My parents wanted this for me, and I just
went along. But I don't think I'm ready for religious business – especially since I wanna
do this all the time, right?"
Sister Katherine laughed lightly in agreement. "Me too. I'll probably tell Mother I want
to leave some time tomorrow or the next day. If she wants to know the reason, I'll tell
her."
Sister Dominic cringed under their laughter.
She knew her pleading cause was for nothing. They were planning to flee the order
anyway, finding the morality far too restrictive for their... erotic tastes. But, wasn't that
true for her too? She felt herself falling through a large black hole, her arms flailing,
fingers unable to grasp anything as the laughter continued mockingly from the stall in
front of her.
"Come on, we're wasting time. Let's get those boxes over there and drape them with
some cloth. Then I'll climb on and we can start. It's gonna be real nice and exciting,
Sister."
Sister Dominic had meant to duck into the stall to avoid detection. But she couldn't
move. She stood there like a statue, staring straight ahead, and finally staring straight
into Sister Katherine's wide eyes. She didn't even move when the young novice
screamed and drew back, doubling over, shame and horror instantly covering her pretty
little face.
"What's wrong?"
In a moment Sister Eustacia was standing next to her friend, holding her while staring
back at the older nun.
"Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for my sins," Sister Katherine began in a raspy voice,
not daring to raise her eyes. "I am sorry because.."
Sister Dominic stopped the novice with a raised hand, looking at both girls, then
finding movement coming back to her. She felt as if some force were taking her over,
making her into another person as she took one step for ward, then another, stopping
three feet in front of the trembling novices.
"What are you planning to do in there?" The asked, her voice low, authoritive. She
cringed inwardly, realizing she sounded like Mother.
"You were standing out there. You heard us, probably," Sister Eustacia said, her eyes as
defiant as her tone of voice.
"Are you going to tell Mother? Are you going to tell the rest of the convent?" Sister
Katherine asked, misery in her voice.
Sister Dominic shook her head slowly from side to side, raising both hands to her
wimple.
Both novices cringed back, expecting her to strike them with the back of her hand. To
their surprise, she did nothing more than unfasten her wimple yet again, doffing the
medieval garb and letting it fall to her right side.
"Sister, what... what are you doing?" Sister Katherine stammered, staring at the young
woman's blonde hair.
It had been the first time they had seen Sister Dominic's hair, or indeed watched her
undressing.
"I was here the other night... you know, the other evening when the two of you were
here in the stall with... him."
The two novices stared open-mouthed at the nun as she stripped to her panties and bra,
almost laughing at them while reaching around and unhooking her halter. When she
began slipping her panties from her thighs, Sister Katherine spoke up.
"What... what do you want?" she stammered, staring confusedly at the young nun.
"Just what you do. Only I think the three of us must help one another here, don't you
agree, Sister Eustacia?" Sister Dominic asked.
"I... I don't know."
"So unsure of yourself, Sister. That's not the way you were sounding earlier."
Sister Dominic was amazed at the ironic way she was talking. She stepped from her
cotton drawers, kicking them aside, then drawing her fingernails along her body before
starting to step into the stall.
The two novices made room for her as she entered, keeping one hand now pressed
against the horse's body.
Huguenot snorted, rolling his eyes and recognizing her. He stopped moving about,
standing stock still, undoubtedly waiting for the sensation he loved around his fat cock.
Sister Dominic smiled, soothing her fingers over his warm sides and feeling a thrill race
through her body and cunt.
"That's a good boy, good horse. You had better get the blankets for those boxes, Sister,"
she said to Sister Katherine.
"Oh yes, yes."
She was taking others into her confidence, people she couldn't depend upon as far as
she knew. But Sister Dominic didn't care any longer. She would leave the convent if
necessary, even under the cloud of scandal. She couldn't avoid what she was any longer.
"Here, I found these in the corner," Sister Katherine called out, carrying several woolen
blankets over one arm.
"Fine. Put them over the boxes and test them for strength."
Both Sister Eustacia and Sister Katherine did as they were told, carefully sliding the
blankets over the crates, then putting their combined weight over the boxes. Behind
her, Huguenot was watching, pawing the ground impatiently with his right hoof.
"Don't worry, boy, you're going to enjoy this quite a bit... and so, I hope, will I," Sister
Dominic said under her breath.
She loved the sounds he was making – those whinnying, snorting sounds that mixed
with the pounding of his hooves behind her. She thought of him, the feel of his cock in
her fingers when she moved her hand up and down, up and down, squeezing his cockmeat 
greedily until all that jizz exploded from his bulbous cock-head!
How she had watched that white, rope-like cum spatter out and splash onto the ground
between her legs!
She had nearly fainted with excitement, and had vowed she would have that animal's
cock in her no matter what. How lucky she had been to find these two novices here in
the barn to help her!
"Now, you'll have to help him. I'll go first, then you two can follow if you wish. I'm
sure," Sister Dominic said, seeing Sister Eustacia's face fall a bit, "he's more than horny
enough for us all."
Sister Dominic lay across the boxes, spreading her thighs wide, angling her ass up as
she had for the dog while digging her knees into the soft woolen blanket. The material
scratched her hard tit-tips deliciously while her pussy drooled with more and more
juice. There was movement around her.
Then Sister Dominic heard the animal approaching her, led by Sisters Katherine and
Eustacia. She could hear his forelegs stomping over the hay, growing near until they
were brushing up against the boxes.
And now be was climbing onto the boxes, his forelegs unsteady, the wood cracking
under the weight. For one mad moment Sister Dominic saw the two of them tumbling
to the barn floor, his weight crushing her to death while he broke a leg and would have
to be destroyed.
The boxes held!
Sister Dominic breathed a sigh of relief, still holding tight onto the boxes as the big
animal above her dipped his ass. She could feel some thing brushing over her asscheeks.
His cock! That long, wonderful big black cock dangling from between his hindquarters!
His cock was there, rubbing up against her, waiting to slip into her pussy. Sister
Dominic tensed her thighs, bringing her knees up hard against the boxes and waiting
for that moment when she would have a long, fat cock inside her.
"Oh, have him fuck me! Oh God in heaven, have him fuck me!" she moaned into the
bright red woolen blanket, wondering what was taking so long.
Huguenot let out a nervous whinny, shaking his head, making his mane wave while he
tensed his forelegs and dipped down once more. He could mount her, mount her as he
would mount a mare in the fields. Calming down a bit, he moved forward a little more.
With each step his cock dropped down against the nun's cunt with more force. He
stopped, his body quivering with lust.
Yes, yes, she knew he knew she was under him, his cock rubbing up against her cunt.
Sister Dominic felt another rush of cuntal juice seep from her cunt, making all the
nerve endings there stand up and quiver with excitement. She had to have it, had to
have it now! The nun gritted her teeth, grinding them against one another as she
waited, feeling the sweat roll down her tits and sides.
"Uhhhhhh..."
Sister Eustacia was down there by her side, touching the animal's cock, guiding it in for
her.
Sister Dominic let out a long sigh, feeling the novice's icy fingers against her ass, then
feeling Huguenot's cock-head pressing up against her pussy with more force.
It was going to happen! It was going to happen! She was going to have that horse's
cock in her all the way, and all due to the help of these wonderful novitiates!
"Do it, have him fuck me, help me with it, Sisters, help me!"
Sister Dominic closed her eyes, tears rolling out from under her long blonde lashes as
her ass-cheeks flexed, tensing, relaxing, then tensing again in excitement. Yes, yes, he
was doing it, sliding his cock-head into her, flattening back her outer cunt-lips and
descending, penetrating into her!
Sister Dominic opened her mouth, her arms and legs spasming while her stomach
muscles cramped achingly. She did all the could to keep still, her belly pressed hard
into the overturned crates beneath her. His big fat cock was stretching her, making her
cuntal walls separate deliciously, itchingly, achingly.
To her surprise, Sister Dominic found she could take that big animal's cock without
much trouble. She lay there gasping, her head turned to one side and her sweaty cheek
pressed against the woolen blanket, her body split in two by the horse's black cock! It
was more than she could have hoped for. Her face reddened with the effort as she felt
inch after thick, throbbing inch burst into her.
Yes, yes, it was going to be wonderful! Just wonderful when he came in her and she
climaxed with him! How good this was all turning out!


Chapter 7

"Oooooooh!"
Sister Dominic threw her head back, feeling as if she were coming apart.
Huguenot was dropping more of his horse's cock into her, his fat cock rubbing up
against her clit. She loved the way he was filling her, driving into her body as if he were
driving in a stake up to her mouth. She could feel her interior organs moving away to
make room for his cock while her clit sent showers of delightful sparks into her
spasming cunt. How odd it was having something that fat in her It was almost like
having some huge mouth sucking and licking at the top of her cuntal mound while a
cock was fucking her.
Sister Dominic groaned, tensing herself to rush her orgasm. She wanted it bad, and she
wanted it now! Huguenot had pushed most of his cock-meat into her. He was starting
his pumping movement now, raising and lowering the back end of his body in a
fucking rhythm while whinnying and snorting all the time.
Somewhere in the background, Sister Dominic could hear the novitiates gasping with
wonder as she lay draped there across the boxes, having her cunt fucked by this
handsome black stallion.
"Oooooooh... huhhhhr! Fuck me, fuck me, Huguenot, do it, do it, horsie!"
Sister Dominic could hear one of the boxes cracking under her. She didn't care any
longer. if they splintered under their weight. She would keep up somehow, bend over
and kneel for him, do anything to keep his wonderful cock lodged in her pussy!
Oh, oh, he was puffing out now, her cuntal walls collapsing itchily behind his retreating
cock-head and rubbing against one another while gouts of cunt-juice dribbled from her
cunt and ran down her thighs!
Sister Dominic levered her ass up, putting her hands on her ass-cheeks and spreading
them for the beast while rubbing her belly more sensuously over the crates. She knew
her orgasm was there, just out of reach. The whole top of her cunt was tied in knots of
hunger, waiting for the last push over the edge.
The nun rolled her hips around, looking for that last bit of sensuality that would pitch
her into orgasm.
"Uhhhhhhh!"
Huguenot provided her with that, driving his cock back down into her until she
thought she would split in two like a torn piece of tissue.
Sister Dominic gripped the boxes with both hands, jerking her ass up and down in a
counter rhythm to the animal's fucking. She was doing it, fucking back, doing what a
mare would do under the circumstances.
Huguenot's tail swished jerkily from side to side while his sides heaved in and out
against his prominent ribcage.
Sisters Eustacia and Katherine watched in horrified fascination as the senior nun rutted
like a bitch under the big animal.
Sister Dominic felt herself going completely out of control. She wanted a gut wrenching
cum, one that would knock her out in front of these novices. She writhed atop the
boxes as much as she could, her eyes rolling back in her head while her own breaths
came in coughs and snorts. The sound of the animal above her drowned out the gasps
from the two novitiates.
Ohhhhh, it was happening, it was happening. She could feel the beginning spasms
around the ring of her asshole and her pussy. She strangled on her sobs, her breath
driven out by her climax. The bright barn darkened around her as her fingernails broke
on the wooden crates. She cried out loudly, cringing under the terrifying power of her
own climax.
"Uhhhhh..."
Huguenot was crushing her into the crates as he grew more and more excited. He was
going to cum. Sister Dominic could tell that by the way he was prodding her, trying to
stuff all his cock into her convulsing pussy. Yes, yes, she wanted to feel his jizz fire
hosing in her cunt before she passed out from delight. Oh, oh, and it was going to
happen right... now!
"Cummmmmm!" Sister Dominic cried.
She kicked out one leg and cried as loudly as she could. Her skin was painfully tight,
stretched over her bones and muscles by the excitement tearing at her clit. She was
cumming, and cumming hard.
The animal above her froze for an instant, his tail sticking straight out. Then... then
Sister Dominic could feel it, the washing sensation of his cum spattering against her
pussy-walls. That was all she needed to go all the way.
"Ohhhh, God, God in heaven, he'd doing it to me, he's cumming... oooooooh!"
Sister Dominic kicked and clawed and scratched and bit, her body a writhing white
mass under the stallion's bulk as she came and came and came. Horrible obscenities
bubbled from her lips as her eyes glazed over and her body jerked and bucked.
"Oh, Sister, what are you doing... oh my God!" Sister Eustacia cried, genuinely
concerned for the older nun as she jerked as if she were losing her mind.
Sister Dominic heard nothing, nothing but the pounding of her own heart as she came
and came under the animal's shooting cock. Her arms collapsed to the sides of the
crates after some time, her body feeling drained while her thighs still spasmed with the
force of her climax. She dropped her head, gasping, chewing at the woolen blanket as
the animal finished dropping his load in her pussy.
"Oh, oh, he's through! Let's get him off her before he does something to hurt her!"
Sister Katherine cried, leading the stallion back away from the crates and the exhausted
nun.
When Huguenot was gone, Sister Dominic tried raising herself from the crates, felt her
elbows buckling, then tumbled to the floor and lay on her back. It was wonderful,
deliciously heavenly! She laughed, drawing one hand over her mouth and trying to keep
from giggling hysterically. She loved the still-stretched feeling that throbbed through
her cunt while the jizz still oozed from her fuzzy little cunt-slit.
"Are you all right, Sister?"
It was Katherine, bending over and peering down at her.
Sister Dominic smiled, nodding her head, then raising herself from the floor.
"You have to be careful. But oh Sister, it's the most heavenly thing around here you'll
find. It really is," she gasped.
"But... but you, you're a nun. You're supposed to be teaching us the wonderful ways of
the Church and... and other things like that," Sister Katherine said, her face reflecting
the con fusion that obviously reeled through her mind.
"I know, I know. Trust me, Sister, this is far better than any church you'll know. I
overheard you talking about leaving the covent," she said, finding her strength
returning bit by bit. She crossed her legs, brushing off some clumps of dry straw on her
sweaty damp knees as she shook the hair from her eyes. "I think perhaps that would be
best for the two of you – perhaps even for me."
"But Mother might want to know why, and she'd freak and tell our parents if... if-"
Sister Katherine's face became white with panic.
Sister Dominic raised one hand and shook her head vigorously from side to side.
"She has no right to know, not if you're insistent and demand to be let go. This isn't
prison, however much you think it is," Sister Dominic said with a smile, getting up
from the barn door. "I'll talk to Father Pierre and find out. There shouldn't be any
problem. You haven't taken your final vows. As for me, I may have more of a problem.
But, we shall triumph. Now, you wanted to have a taste of the beast, Sister Eustacia?"
They remained in the barn for some time, the young novice having her cunt penetrated
by the cock nearly twenty minutes after Sister Eustacia had had hers fucked. The young
girl had some difficulty with the size of the beast, her face squinching up and reddening
each time the fat black cock-head had slipped past her outer cunt-lips.
There was a time when Sister Dominic wondered if her young friend would be able to
handle Huguenot. The novice's legs kicked and scissored each time the animal tried
sticking more of his cock-meat into her after the initial successful penetration. But there
it was, Huguenot fucking Sister Eustacia, his black cock squeezing into her pink little
cunt, making the novice squeal finally with delight. She spun her body on his cock,
jerking her knees hard against the crates until Sister Dominic thought the girl would
crack the wood.
The girl finally came, bucking her body up and down in jerky, obscene movements,
while the animal filled her pussy with his hot jizz.
Sister Dominic begged off for the moment, content to finger herself while watching the
two of them rut and fuck before her.
Sister Dominic helped the novice dress, comforting her and steadying her, reassuring
both of them she would talk with the priest the following day and find out how they
could leave the convent with the minimum of confusion and scandal.
That evening Sister Dominic lay alone in her bed, her mind working feverishly as she
thought of the horse and the way he had fucked her. She could even feel him right now
in the solitude of her bed, feel his cock fucking her, opening her like a spear. And then
there were thoughts of Thunder, that wonderful Airedale licking her. He had started it
all. He had licked her up and down, driven her wild with desire.
The next day, after matins, Sister Dominic saw Father Pierre once more. He was talking
to Mother Superior, then taking her leave. This was her chance, the opportunity she'd
been looking for. He was alone for a moment. It would be a perfect time to speak with
him.
"Father? Please, Father, please, may I speak with you. It's important, and I don't want
Mother to know we're talking."
The tall, dark-haired handsome priest looked down at her and smiled with amusement,
nod ding his head after looking around.
"Do you want the others to know as well?" he asked, his baritone voice rolling over her
like a comforting balm.
"It surely doesn't matter, Father. This is a matter of spiritual faith."
"Oh," he said, looking somewhat disappointed by her answer. "Well, then, we can talk
outside. It's a beautiful day, don't you agree?"
Sister Dominic swallowed hard, nodding up and down, catching sight of Sisters
Eustacia and Katherine staring at her while they cleaned the table.
Sister Dominic shot back an encouraging smile, then turned and walked through the
door to the outside.
She and the Franciscan priest walked some distance in silence before she began
speaking. Choosing her words carefully, Sister Dominic began about the two novices,
not mentioning names, but stating their desire to leave the order and lead more
conventional lives.
"That's no problem," Father Pierre said, stopping by the barn door.
Sister Dominic saw to her surprise that it was opened. Was he backing into it, wanting
her to follow him? Was it her imagination?
She shook those thoughts from her mind, the image of Thunder licking up her thighs,
spreading her apart with his paws while curling his tongue into her cunt racing through
her mind for an instant.
"They haven't taken their final vows yet. I'll speak to Mother Superior and make certain
there's no problem in their release."
"That's fine, Father. But... but what about a nun, someone who has taken her vows and
now doubts she can fulfill them?" Sister Dominic asked, barely able to keep her voice
steady.
Father Pierre paused for a moment, leaning against the barn door and staring
meaningfully at her.
"Are you talking about yourself, Sister?" he asked after some pause.
"I... I... yes, Father," she said, blushing to the roots of her hair.
Of course she could never tell him why she wanted to leave the religious life. She could
only hint, and perhaps he would understand. He was a priest. Most did understand the
call of the flesh and the weakness of some to resist it.
"I see. Let's step inside," he said, noticing two older nuns staring curiously at them.
"We'll talk privately. I hope you don't mind." He escorted her into the dimness of the
building and closed the door. "I suppose the chapter house is more appropriate to this
sort of thing, but I sense your need is urgent."
Sister Dominic felt herself trembling and didn't dare raise her eyes as Father Pierre
moved in front of her. She was so confused, so uncertain that she hadn't noticed
Thunder sneaking into the barn and scurrying past the two of them, heading for the
rear stall where Huguenot was peacefully dozing.
"Is there something wrong, Sister? Something you want to tell me? I am the confessor
here, and can hear your confession right now if you choose."
His voice purred into the nape of her neck. Chills swept over her flesh as the warm
breath caressed her skin. He was close, oh so very, very close to her, making her nipples
stand on end and rub itchily against her halter. This wasn't supposed to happen. She
was here, just here to check on the ways she could leave the order with a minimum of
fuss. She didn't want to do anything with this priest, although Sister Dominic began to
wonder if the feelings were the same with Father Pierre.
"I... I don't know what you mean, Father. It's not anything I've done in particular. That
is, I mean, it's just a feeling I have that I'm not right for this life," she said demurely.
"Many aren't. Are you sure you know what you're doing? Have you prayed for
guidance?" he asked, his voice almost mocking the words he was saying.
"Oh yes, yes."
Sister Dominic nearly shouted as she jumped away from him in panic. Her body was
doing things to her mind. The tips of her tits now were so hard they seemed about to
tear through her halter. Her cunt was moving as if it had a life of its own while her clit
popped to the surface.
This priest, this man of God was doing this to her! Sister Dominic watched him
approach her with that same ironic smile he had earlier.
Why should she be so afraid of him? Why should she cringe from his touch when she
had thrown herself open brazenly to the dog and the horse, even fucking in front of the
other nuns without thinking twice. She felt her cunt-lips curling and trembling while
more cunt-juice seeped from her cunt. It was all she could do to keep her knees from
knocking together as the priest approached her.
Father Pierre looked at her for a minute, then shrugged.
"Perhaps you should pray a little more to ensure you know what you're doing. Unlike
the novices, you have taken your vows. Once released from them, you can never come
back into the holy life."
"I'm certain of that, Father," Sister Dominic said, relieved they had returned to
discussions concerning her faith. "I never want to come back."
Father Pierre's smile grew now, his lips curling in sardonic amusement as she told him
what she desired. His straight white teeth gleamed while his thick black beard and
mustache moved like a live animal.
Sister Dominic couldn't help herself – she flashed her eyes over his body. Even with the
cassock she could tell his body was big, firm, muscular, attractive.
"Of course, if you have any sudden changes of heart, you could go back on your
decision. But, once you've signed the release, you've entered the world for better or
worse," he said with a flash of one hand.
Sister Dominic watched as he moved slightly away from her, raising one leg and placing
the foot atop an overturned crate. She let her eyes sweep over his crotch. His cassock
was pulled tight against his body, giving a clear impression of a thick roll of cock-meat
cradled between his legs.
Sister Dominic wondered just bow big his cock was. Was it as large as Huguenot's,
perhaps bigger? She had heard terrible stories from some of the girls she taught about
boys whose cocks were as large as some animals. Father Pierre could be one of those,
Sister Dominic thought as she rubbed her damp palms on her skirts.
"Is something more troubling you, Sister?" he asked, the horse whinnying in the
background.
"Oh no, no, it's just that... I feel so odd," she said, putting one hand to her head and
swaying slightly. This was all getting too much for her. She didn't even notice him
approaching her once again until his arms were around her, encircling her, drawing her
against him as he pressed his head against hers.
Sister Dominic stood there, alarmed.
"But you're a priest and-"
He stopped her by taking her head in both hands and kissing her long and deep, his
tongue sliding down over hers and reaching down her throat as if it was going to
scratch that itch between her shivering legs.
She pressed her palms against his chest, trying to push him away. But he was holding
onto her, kissing her deep, spit frothing around their mouths as he backed her into the
first stall. When he finally tore his lips from hers, Sister Dominic found herself gasping
for air.
"I knew you wanted it real bad, baby, real bad. I think you want something else bad
too, Sister Dominic, if you mind being called that," he said, that ironic smile still on his
face.
Sister Dominic shuddered as he removed her wimple gently, rubbing his hands through
her hair, then letting his fingers massage her neck.
She was shameless, as shameless as the dog that had fucked her, as shameless as she
had been when bending over the crates and letting the horse put his cock in her and
fuck her half-blind.
"I'll take care of this," he said, dropping his hands and walking to the barn door and
locking it.


Chapter 8

"Father! Please, you're..."
"...giving you just what you wanted, am I right?"
His voice was mocking, almost laughing as he rubbed his hands down over her ass,
gathering her skirts up.
She struggled against him, trying to pull away. But he was right. She had known she
would do something like this if given half the chance. She had fucked half the barnyard,
but she hadn't even touched a man.
"But the others, they'll think-"
"If you're leaving the order, what they think won't matter. As for me, well, I can take
care of myself. Mother's my wall of strength."
He was removing her robe skillfully. He had done this before. She could tell by the way
his hands moved to the right places, unfastened her gowns, let them fall while he
continued caressing her.
When she felt her halter loosen around her shoulders, she gasped once more, clinging
to him as if her life depended upon it. Again in the distance she could hear the horse
neighing and thought of his cock slipping into her cunt. When her panties slipped
down over her knees, Sister Dominic wondered if Father Pierre would make her feel as
wanted, as fulfilled as the horse had.
"Now, over here. This is handy."
Sister Dominic felt herself blushing violently once more, staring at the blanket she had
used while fucking Huguenot. Of course, there was no way of Father knowing. He
loosened his own robes, puffing them off, revealing a darkly tanned physique that
showed he worked out as much as he prayed.
Taking her by the hand, he led the young nun to the hay-covered floor and lowered her
to the blanket. It was all so strange, so new, doing this with another person, someone
she could relate to. And then he was sliding down, holding her knees apart and down
while pushing his head between her thighs! He was licking her, licking her off the way
Thunder and Huguenot had!
Sister Dominic couldn't believe her luck, closing her eyes and drawing her hands to her
tits. She squeezed her itchy, achy nipples, rutting there beneath the horny priest. In a
moment she felt his hot, rough tongue licking over her fleshy cunt-lips. She smiled, her
knees jerking up, then flopping back to the floor of the stall as Father ate into her
pussy. She licked her lips, liking the sensation of his tongue sliding into her.
It was so odd feeling that and not having the furred sensation of a dog's head against
her thighs. Sister Dominic reached down, pushing her fingers through his hair, arching
her spine while pushing her head into the blanket.
"Oooooooh!"
"You're first-class, Sister. I think you've done this before!"
"I... uhhhh..."
Her voice broke under the erotic pressure bubbling in her. She found herself shoving
up to him, pushing her cunt in his mouth while his licking tongue slide all the way
inside her! At the same time, Father Pierre's nose was crushing her clit, rubbing into the
super-sensitive organ, making Sister Dominic cry out.
"Oh, no, no, I can't... oh God, what you're doing to me is sooooo good!"
"You're hungry for it... I can tell, real hungry for it. And somebody got to you before
me," he said, wiping his thick sensuous lips with the back of one hand. "Can't feel that
cherry with my tongue. That's okay," he said with a shrug. "Don't have to worry about
the mess and you yelling your head off."
He was talking like a confident lover, not at all like a priest! Sister Dominic squirmed
on the wool blanket, feeling the prickly material arouse her asshole while Father Pierre
went back to sucking her cunt.
At the touch of his mustache against her clit, the nun went into spasms of joy, jerking
her knees up, then pulling her head from the blanket and looking down. She had to see
if he were as big as Huguenot. Something told her he was.
"Oh!"
Father Pierre pulled back again and saw where her interest was. He grinned, reaching
down with one hand and tugging at his semi-rigid cock. Almost immediately it swelled
up to full length and thickness under his touch, startling the young nun. He was as big
as the horse behind her, and far more beautiful.
Sister Dominic nearly went into rapture as she studied that long, thick cock dangling
like a branch between his legs.
"Don't worry. It'll fit, and the way you've got that cunt-juice comin' outta you, there
won't be a problem."
Sister Dominic knew these wouldn't be one. The horse had proven that. She smiled to
herself, slowly rolling her hips up to the priest's mouth and letting him curl his tongue
back into her cunt.
Oh! So good! So very, very good!
Blurred images of Thunder and the dog drifted through her mind as she twisted under
Father Pierre's expert licking tongue. Sister Dominic tightened her thighs around his
head, giving her pert ass several jerky hunches, then arching her spine and keeping her
furred cunt pushed tight against his sucking mouth.
The young nun liked that, liked the feeling of his nose pressing against her clit.
crushing the throbbing little spindle against her pussy-lips while his tongue wriggled
down through her swollen cunt-meat and slipped all the way down. Grunting sounds
escaped from her dry mouth as the priest still pushed his tongue down, down into her
pussy.
And what was he doing now? His finger strayed back, back to her ass until both hands
were cupping her ass-cheeks. She felt his thumbs creasing her ass-crack, the nails
trailing down along the inner curves of her ass until they reached her asshole. He was
spreading her ass apart, stretching her shitter-flesh until Sister Dominic thought he was
going to split her apart like a loaf of bread.
"Oooooooh!"
The wet, smacking sounds of his tongue and lips against her cunt mixed with her
groans as both thumbs strayed into her asshole, spicing up the spasms that were already
hitting her emit.
She liked this a lot!
Oh, how she twisted in his hands, screwing her cunt up to his mouth even tighter while
the tendons in her legs bulged against her flesh. Sister Dominic never thought she
could feel something this total, this encompassing! Her body was throbbing like the one
giant cut, her mind filled with buzzing sounds as Father Pierre continued to lick all the
way into her pussy while sliding his fingers into her asshole. When the nun felt his
thumbs slide in to the second joint, she let out a powerful groan, digging her head into
the soft hay behind her.
No! No!
She couldn't take this any more without cumming. Surely his fingering, his licking of
her cunt would drive her over the edge and she would cum in his mouth!
Father Pierre seemed to realize her desperation and backed away, caressing her asshole
gently with his callused thumbs while pulling his tongue out. He gently rimmed the
red, pulsing edges of her cunt with the tip of his tongue now, laughing softly when he
felt her white, fleshy thighs rub against the sides of his face and press hard.
"You like that? You like having someone eat you out, don't you, Sister?"
"Yes, oh, yes, yes!"
How could she lie? That soft, gentle, sucking sensation around her cunt had always
unglued her. Thunder had discovered that, the handsome Airedale having been the first.
And then there was the stallion, pawing the dirt barn floor behind her. And now the
priest! Sister Dominic nearly laughed, wondering for an instant how shocked this
renegade priest would look if she were to tell him the truth about herself!
"Want it again?"
Sister Dominic looked at him with drooping eyelids, flushing beet red while nodding
her head up and down.
"Good. We'll try it another way," he said as he rolled onto his back.
The young stud priest grabbed her around the waist, guiding her forward and over him.
Sister Dominic grunted, feeling another warm trickle of juice seep down her inner
thighs, juice mixed with the priest's spit. She shuddered, crawling like a drunk person
over him until she found herself straddling his broad shoulders. Her knees were bent so
her legs pointed back along his hips.
It was so strange, so perverted!
She could see everything in the barn through the rutting haze that colored everything.
There, rolled in one corner, were her vestments and the priest's, cast off like garbage
and wadded onto the hay.
Sister Dominic turned away, shaking that thought from her mind. She would think
about it later. Right now she had a right to entertain herself with this man, she thought,
pressing her knees more tightly against his body. She was a little awkward, feeling her
body pitch forward.
Sister Dominic gasped, thrusting her arms out to catch herself. Father Pierre only
laughed at her confusion, holding her, then caressing her body in a hundred places.
She felt his hands squeezing her ass-cheeks once more, massaging them, spreading
them apart while his fingers still strayed back into her shitter. Sister Dominic liked that
a lot, grunting and groaning while twisting her ass up and bouncing it against his
groin. Then Father Pierre was guiding her up a little forward, tickling his fingers over
her ass until she saw her cunt was halved over his mouth.
"Ohhhhhh, Holy Mother in heaven, this... this is..."
Sister Dominic shut her eyes so tight golden whorls appeared in front of them as she
started riding his tongue.
Yes! Yes! That's what she was doing! Riding his stiff, wet, thick thing the way a wooden
horse rides the pole of its merry-go-round!
Her head rolled from side to side while long strings of drool dripped from her mouth
and streaked her chin. The nun felt dizzy, high on sex as she rode his face, her ass
slapping against his chin softly while her tits jiggled against one another. He moved her
around slightly so that her cunt rubbed continually against his mouth. His teeth pushed
along the edges of her inner cunt-lips. Sister Dominic let him know just how good he
made her feel by groaning and jerking her cunt up and down against his lips.
"Oooooooh!"
He was holding her hard against his mouth, stiffening his tongue and drawing it back,
back along into her cunt. She felt it spear all the way in, then puffing back slowly,
slowly. He was tasting her insides, licking up the juices the way Thunder had earlier.
More of her cunt-juice seeped out, making her cry out and roll her hips around his face
with this wild new freedom of hers.
Now Father Pierre was licking at her cut as if it were a lollipop. She moved her hips
back and forth, pressing her weight down against him. No more. No more. She had to
have some thing harder, stiffer, hotter in her than his tongue.
But... but still she remained on top, jerking her body around, wanting him to fuck her
with his mouth, fuck her with his cock.
His teeth cut her more and more, and she liked it, pumping her ass in a steady fucking
spasm. She was fucking his tongue, fucking her cunt against it, not believing the
incredible tickle that was building into that wonderful itchy ache.
"Uhhhh... uhhhbh..."
Sister Dominic couldn't talk any longer. All she could do was make lusty grunting
sounds, her muscles knotting up while that ball of hunger in her belly whirled around
and around. He was rubbing his fingers around the hollows of her thighs where they
met her body.
Just when Sister Dominic thought the priest had done everything he could to arouse
her, Father Pierre surprised her and put two fingers together, sliding them into her
convulsing cunt.
"Oooooooh!"
Sister Dominic pranced her ass around even faster. She nearly went down to the
ground. Somehow her shaking arms held as she drooled, tossing her head from side to
side while the priest fucked into her with that wonderful, terrible tongue. She could
hardly keep still enough for him to give her any friction. When the tickle became too
teasing, however, she forced herself to stop bucking so Father Pierre could eat her cunt
better.
And all the while he was working those fingers inside her, twisting them around and
around, at times purposely brushing his knuckles against her cunt and making that tiny
organ pulse like a festering wound.
"Fuck... ahhhhhh!"
Sister Dominic felt her cunt trying to suck in his fingers, his tongue. She felt she had no
control over herself or this situation any longer. She was cummming now, cumming in
his mouth. The feverish, itching thrills were about to start.
"Oh, no you don't."
"I don't want to... I want to stay like this! I don't want to move, I don't, I don't, I
don't!"
The nun was going wild, babbling as Father Pierre grabbed her slim hips and pushed
her for ward and up. She let out a cry as she saw his hot, swollen cock-head come into
view. Her convulsing cunt grabbed at thin air, but his fingers were gone.
He was turning her around, controlling her completely. His cock bobbed in front of her
face, and, as he parted her thighs over his head, she saw a tiny drop form at his piss-slit.
The droplet grew milky and thick.
"You've got to suck me. Hurry up, damn it!" he said through his teeth.
His words were suddenly so urgent, so panicked that the nun ever even considered not
doing this. She steadied his cock-shaft with both hands and opened her mouth,
surprised at what a warm, delightful feeling it was to have some thing this hard, this
hot between her trembling, icy fingers. A man's cock only inches from her lips.
Then Father Pierre let out another groan, jerking his hips up hard and burying his
blood-filled cock-head halfway in her throat.
Sister Dominic coughed, tears welling up in her eyes as she sucked in air through her
nostrils with a whistling sound. Immediately she could taste the flat, bleachy flavor of
his jizz. In another second she felt that licking, sucking frictiony heat gouging her
cuntlips and rubbing her clit. Father Pierre was sucking her off again while fucking his
cock in and out of her mouth.
And then Sister Dominic felt those powerful jets of his cum against the back of her
tongue, against her cheeks slicking the insides of her mouth completely.
"Damn it, fuck it, bitch, here it comes, uhhhh!"
His words were insulting, biting, exciting!
Father Pierre was cumming in her mouth. He had his cock shoved down almost to her
throat and she could feel the power of his cock-meat as it spit out more and more
spunk. She felt her own climax erupting now, the force of it dazing her as if she'd been
struck from behind with a baseball bat.
Fighting through the red fog, the nun closed her mouth down around his jerking cock
and sucked hard. His cock-shaft jerked mightily as more cum shot out.
Sister Dominic swallowed, breathed, then swallowed again. She felt the sticky globs
clinging together in her throat, the fresh smell of them in her nostrils. She wanted to
suck the priest now his tongue was raping and gouging her clit. Sister Dominic took her
mouth from his cock.
"Ohhhh, Father, you're... you're killing me!" she cried.
Her words sounded funny. She knew that steamy strings of cum were dripping from
her chin. Father Pierre shot his hips up again. The nun smiled and caught his cock in
her fingers once more so she could get her lips around it again. As the tip grazed her
teeth, another glob of jizz shot into her mouth.
Sister Dominic felt herself toppling over, her hips dancing over the priest's sucking
mouth. She had her knees as far apart as she could get them as be nursed on her pink
clit. She thrashed and grunted and danced her shivering ass-cheeks against his face as
he ate into her cunt completely.
Somewhere in the distance she thought she could hear growling, whinnying,
something! Who knew? All the young nun could understand was that she bad cum so
hard, so very hard, and it had been so very beautiful!


Chapter 9

"That was wonderful!"
Sister Dominic looked at the handsome priest lying next to her now, the throes of her
climax now a memory as she warmed to his thick muscled body.
She looked down at his cock, now soft and much smaller than it had been in her
mouth. She wished in a way he had fucked her with that cock. But she knew that this
wouldn't be the, last time Father Pierre and she would do this.
Even if she left the order, Sister Dominic knew they would get together to do more
than recite the rosary or do novenas.
"I know. Thought you were a little different from the others. I didn't see that spiritual
spark," Father Pierre said, tweaking her nose, then kissing her lightly on the forehead.
"Like Mother?"
Father Pierre made an exaggerated face of disapproval.
"She thinks the Pope's suspect in his obedience to the Church."
Sister Dominic laughed brightly, glad she had decided to go to this man. He had shown
her so much, taught her so much in so little time.
"But," she said hesitantly, a shadow crossing her face, "you probably don't think much
of me as a nun... even as a person now... I mean, considering what I've done and all."
She felt him hugging her, kissing her hard on her cummy mouth while sliding his
hands around her waist until he was kneading her ass once more. Sister Dominic
thought she could feel his cock stirring against her tummy while his knees pushed
against hers and spread open her thighs once again.
"That's not true at all, Sister. You're not for the convent life, maybe, but you're
certainly worth plenty as a woman. You'll find that out after you leave here, if you want
to."
Sister Dominic didn't have to think twice about that one. Stay here? Remain under
Mother's watchful eyes, stealing away whenever she could to achieve some kind of
satisfaction? No. She had tasted freedom, and now she wanted it all. Perhaps Father
would have some suggestions as to how to approach the old nun without arousing her
suspicions as to what I exactly went on here in the barn.
Sister Dominic was about to say something when she noticed movement just above
Father Pierre's right shoulder. She drew back, one hand over her mouth, her eyes
rounded in fright and let out a gasp.
Father Pierre caught her look and wheeled around, his muscles tensing against his
lightly tanned flesh. Then she heard him let out a short laugh.
"It's only the dog. Don't worry," he said, stretching out one hand and ruffling
Thunder's fur.
The Airedale licked him friendily, looking around and catching sight of the naked nun
still stretched on the hay.
"He's been here all along, watching us fuck. You know, sometimes I wonder when that
happens, what animals think," Father Pierre mused with a smile, scratching Thunder's
head. "I mean, when they see us going at it, what do they think?"
"I don't know. I'm sure they don't think much," Sister Dominic said dryly, feeling her
heart skip a beat.
That animal was nosing her thigh now, sniffing at her pussy, catching scent of her cunt
juices that still seeped out of her fuzzy fuck hole. Father hadn't noticed yet. But he
would, and then what would happen?
She pushed the animal away, but that touch only made him grow bolder.
Pushing in, Thunder pressed his nose against her pussy, licking into her cunt while
crawling over the priest. Nothing would put him off. He was licking down into her,
touching her sensitive, swollen cuntal membranes with his tongue and making her buck
up against him.
Father Pierre watched in surprise at first, then amusement as the nun tried puffing the
Airedale off her. It was impossible. He had found his treasure and was nosing around in
it, snuffing through her cunt. Sister Dominic fell back in defeat, turning her head,
unable to look at the priest while the animal fed on her cunt.
He was on his belly now, his forelegs stretched in front of her while his snout was
buried in her cuntal muff. At times Sister Dominic's thighs jerked as the animal's
tongue curled down deep into her, scraping against her cuntal walls, touching her clit.
Oh, oh, that damned animal knew how to arouse her even here, even with this
wonderful man watching her, sliding his fingers over his cock at the same time!
Sister Dominic blinked her eyes clear, staring at what Father Pierre was doing. He was
playing with himself, getting himself worked up while watching the dog lick into her
pussy! Sister Dominic couldn't believe it. She watched him watching her and the dog,
watching as the animal growled gently, twisting his maw around and licking down
while bracing his paws now against the bottom curves of her ass-cheeks.
"I thought there was something fishy going on around this place," Father Pierre said,
scratching his chin thoughtfully. "But I never... guessed it was something like this.
Well, I'll be damned..."
Sister Dominic smiled, her thin smile shattering as Thunder touched a perfectly
sensitive spot. Her face blanched and slackened while her knees jerked out to either side
of her naked body.
She moved her ass sensuously over the hay, feeling the stubble biting up into her
sweaty ass-crack and her shitter. Sister Dominic stared straight into the priest's eyes and
found, to her delighted surprise, not revulsion or censure but amusement.
"I... I started this way," she said awkwardly, not certain of what to tell him. "And then...
and then things just happened. The others."
"The other nuns do this. Maybe Mother?"
"Oh no... uhhhh, just two more and ohhhh, Thunder, it's so... oh nooooo!"
Sister Dominic took in huge lungfuls of air, looking happily around her through
drooping eyelids. It was happening again. Oh God in heaven, it was happening again –
that hot, tight feeling, the sensation of a searing tongue touching her all over.
She let out another cry, bouncing her ass over the ground, feeling that sensation of
climax starting to rear its head once more.
"Wild bitch, wild... no wonder you want to leave the convent!" Father Pierre whispered,
watching as Sister Dominic quickly lost control and jerked up against the Airedale's
mouth.
"Uhhhhh... huhhhhh!"
Wild sobs broke from her throat as she felt his hands twisting her around again, forcing
her onto her hands and knees while the dog backed up temporarily.
Sister Dominic knew what he was doing and loved him for it. She knelt there, a bitch
in heat, staring once again at his dangling cock while the animal panted behind her.
Fucking and sucking, both at once!
The thought burned through her brain as Thunder scratched her ass-cheeks knowingly,
sniffed once at her pussy, then mounted her.
Father Pierre was in front of her, peering over the woman's jutting shoulder blades and
watching as the Airedale slid easily atop the nun, topping her quickly and naturally.
Arching his eyebrows, he guided Sister Dominic's head to his crotch once more,
rubbing his balls against her chin and grunting with satisfaction as he felt the nun's
tongue start to lick his cock.
Sister Dominic curled her fingers into the soft hay, prancing her ass around, sweating
under the furry weight of the Airedale as she opened her mouth and took Father
Pierre's cock in her mouth once more and started sucking it hard. This time the edge of
her excitement took longer to rise. The priest had done much to make her cum hard
somewhat earlier. But Thunder knew how to excite her, licking the back of her neck,
tightening his grip while prodding her ass with his cock.
She felt his cock sliding against her pussy, rubbing up against her cuntt once more. She
trembled, her arms threatening to give way. Thunder was easing into her when
suddenly Father Pierre moved to one side, jerking her body as a result. Sister Dominic
cried out. That move had changed things radically behind her. Thunder stayed with the
braying nun, holding onto her but letting his cock slide back and up as a result of the
move. Whining, the big animal jerked forward and jabbed his cock mistakenly into the
woman's asshole!
"Oh Father, Father, he's... he's fucking me in the ass! Owwwww, oh it hurts!"
Father Pierre steadied her, placing his powerful hands on her shoulders while peering
back with interest. Sister Dominic felt her face get ting hot and red as the sharp pain
made her cunt snap shut on thin air. The sensation of the animal's cock in her pert
little ass made her scream out again. Thunder only grunted in response, still holding
tight onto her, working his doggie hips against her ass, chugging his cock-meat through
her shitter.
"Steady, steady, he's not that big. It's not as if I were fucking you there!" he said.
"But... oooooh!"
Thunder moved again, riding her ass with his cock sending his cock into her until the
pointy tip hit some kink in her bowels.
Sister Dominic screamed, her lips tightening around the priest's cock. She had to do
something, something that would take her mind off the pain in her ass. She ground her
teeth for a moment, then opened her mouth again and took his cock in all the way.
Thunder had backed off and drawn his cock out, sliding it down and slipping the
knobby thing into her pussy Sister Dominic hummed with relief, bobbing her head
back and forth while dragging her stiff, itchy nipples over the barn floor. Thunder was
fucking her in the right place, making her cunt sparkle and sputter with electrical
sexual excitement.
"Come on, Sister, come on... Jesus Christ, move that ass!"
Thunder was going wild. At times his cock slipped from her cunt and shot up her
asshole, startling the young nun, making her eyes pop out with the pain while her
thighs went into spasms. At other times he moved his cock around, sliding it from her
shitter and pushing it back into her cunt. The young nun went out of her mind with
sensation, fucked in the cunt, then fucked in the ass, only to be fucked in the cunt once
more.
"Come on, Sister, clean me out again. Yeah, that's it!" he whispered, letting his head fall
back as he closed his eyes. "Move that tongue around, fuck it out, Sister, suck me dry!"
Sister Dominic did as she was told, obediently sucking the priest off while wagging her
ass back and forth as if it were her tail. She cried out, her screams muffled as she felt
Thunder fuck long and hard into her pussy. He was going for the gold, slapping his
furred thighs against her ass-cheeks, working his cock-meat all the way into her cunt
now.
Sister Dominic thought someone had dropped a bomb through the ceiling as her climax
crashed through her body.
Thunder was growling and howling as another jet of cum spattered against the back of
her throat.
"Oh yeah, yeah, here it comes, you bitch.
"Ohhhh, fuck!"
Sister Dominic swayed and jerked, her body filled with jizz as both man and dog fired
into her. Oh, oh, it was so wild, so wonderful! And, she thought, this was only the
start!


Chapter 10

She had done it. Sister Dominic had seen Mother and had, discreetly, begged to
renounce her vows. The interview had been a severe one – but Sister Dominic
maintained her stead fastness, countering Mother's arguments with many of her own.
Father had coached her well the day before. In the end Mother relented, blessing her
somewhat stiffly and promising her all papers would be in order by the end of the
week.
A load had been lifted from her shoulders. Sister Dominic walked from Mother's office
feeling relieved, passing Sisters Eustacia and Katherine in the corridor smilingly.
"You did it?" Sister Eustacia asked, laying one hand on her sleeve.
Sister Dominic nodded her head up and down, a smile crossing her lips.
"Then, you may not want to join us, but... but we've got something new to try out, and
thought you might be interested. "It's a goat... one Mother bought from some Mexican
farmers down the road... out of pity, she said, because they needed money and were too
proud to accept charity," Sister Eustacia explained, leading Sister Dominic down the
corridor and out to the back door.
The other nuns looked suspiciously at her, having learned that soon she would be an
outsider. Already Sister Dominic felt herself leaving the world of the habit and cloister
and felt good about it.
"Anyway, he's so cute and yet... yet so much like those pictures of Satan – you know,
the devil as goat?"
Sister Dominic smiled, staring at the barn. Yes, she had begun doing all those things in
there. Why not have one more fling, perhaps two or three?
"Let's see him," she said graciously, following the two novices.
Sister Dominic checked over her shoulder to make certain no one had followed even
with their eyes. Nothing. Good. She stepped into the barn, glad Thunder was out
frolicking in the fields while Huguenot was being loaned to a nearby rancher for
studding.
There he was – the white, shaggy goat Mother had bought from compassion. He was
rather cute, although odd-looking, considering all the other species of animals she had
been with.
"Easy, he startles real easy," Sister Katherine whispered.
"Well, do we keep our habits on, Sisters?" Sister Dominic had already begun to disrobe,
wishing in a way this were her last day here at the convent. The big goat stared,
blinking. Sister Dominic was the first one who had stepped from her drawers, putting
them neatly over her robes, making certain the rosary lay atop the wimple.
When she approached him, he scampered back, looking up, his small compact body
shivering.
"No, no, I won't hurt you. I promise, I won't. Just come to me, come to me and... oh,
that's a boy, that's a good boy!"
It was so strange having this animal here, this odd-looking thing that reminded her
both of Thunder and Huguenot. The young nun found herself smiling as she looked up
and saw the two novices puffing off their robes as well, their faces lit up with
excitement. She could see they would be next. Mother would have an uncomfortable
week, she could see that. They were bailing from her order as if it were sinking in the
sea.
"That's right, oh, I wish you had a name. Well, we'll think of that later," Sister Dominic
said, stretching out one friendly hand while purposely keeping her voice low.
"Oh, he liked you! I thought he would. He was just looking for a friendly person
around," Sister Eustacia said.
"Ohhhh, come here, pretty animal. Come here and lick me. Once you do, you'll want
some more," she cooed, turning around and seeing the shock on the young novices'
faces. "I've changed, Sisters. I'm not going to apologize for my behavior and feelings
anymore."
"Ohhhh, that's good!"
Sister Dominic had thrown aside all morality, all the teachings of the Holy Church. All
she cared about now was her pussy... the tight, itchy feel that was becoming more and
more a regular thing.
"Oh, he's moving toward you!"
"Yes, that's right, boy, that's right, oh yes, yes, do it, do it!"
Sister Dominic was pushing her fingers through the straw, rocking her sweatydamp ass
from left to right. She liked the brittle, pinching feeling the straw made against her
cunt-lips as she kept on staring at the beast.
She was free, feeling so delightfully free of this place. And there was this goat and all
the other animals, not to mention Father Pierre, who had done this to her! How could
she ever repay them?
"Come on, boy, come on."
"Look, he's really coming for you. I thought he might not," Sister Katherine cried,
clapping her hands together.
Sister Dominic leaned back, pushing her hands just behind her ass. The goat crept for
ward cautiously, stopping, then creeping for ward once more. He looked at the two girls
who sat there breathlessly, then moved forward again, staring at the nun's cunt.
The thought now of having him do something to her was delightfully daring. She licked
her lips, watching the shabby beard tremble again as he made a chewing movement
with his small jaws.
"Come on, come on."
The nun studied him. He was small, but tight-muscled, his cloven hooves barely visible
now above the barn floor. He wagged his bushy tail rapidly while he dropped his head,
sniffing at her pussy.
Sister Dominic marveled at what she was doing, shifting her ass from side to side, still
feeling that delicious tingling of hay against her inner thighs and her pussy.
Licking her lips again, she spread her thighs a little farther apart, pressing down on her
palms while stretching her back upward. The goat came up now, moving between her
spread thighs and sniffing directly at her pussy. Sister Dominic felt a tremble race
through her body as she let the goat touch her.
He was doing it, licking her, licking her thighs first, then moving onto her knees. The
newness of the feeling added a spice she had nearly forgotten. She groaned, her muscles
bulging against her flesh until they cramped. The animal moved back a little, startled at
her moan.
"No, no, I won't hurt you. I promise, I won't hurt you!" she stammered.
He came back quickly, moving her ass around while he moved back and started licking
her thighs. He wiggled his tail happily while his licking increased his interest. Sister
Dominic peered down between his legs and noticed his cock was getting bigger. The
wrinkled white sack covering his cock was stretching, the wrinkles smoothing out as the
seconds ticked by.
She knew what was going to happen and gasped for it. There would be no wait for this
goat, not like the priest had made her wait until she nearly died for him and the dog.
The goat was going to fuck her now.
"Watch, Sisters. This should give you courage for him... and for Mother."
Sister Dominic crawled around, arching her ass up and spreading her full, white ass
cheeks in front of the goat. She lowered herself onto her elbows, letting the goat come
forward while lowering his ass. She could feel his pointy cock jabbing her. Turning, she
saw his brown hooves on either side of her while his body legs braced against her body.
"It's so strange, but..."
The stabs of goat's cock drew shuddering gasps of delight from the naughty nun. Sister
Dominic backed down against the animal, hoping for more sensation, yet satisfied by
the novelty of what was happening.
There it was! He had found her cunt and had stabbed down long and hard, spearing
her in two, knifing his cock-meat into her until she trembled for more of it. His rapid
fire fuck thrusts drove her up the wall. She was cumming fast, her cunt tightening
around his stabbing cock. She crawled forward a little bit farther, tilting her ass up so
she could feel his cock rubbing more against her clit.
"Do it, do it!"
Sister Dominic bellowed out her joy while she curled her fingers into the dirt.
Whimpering, she fucked back against the goat for all she was worth. His cloven hooves
nearly jabbed against her belly as he grew more and more excited. She could feel
something spattering against her cuntal walls and knew the goat had to be dumping his
load of spunk in her pussy.
That was all the nun needed. She let out a cry, dropping her head to the floor and
rolling her ass around like a rutting bitch. Sister Dominic let out another cry and fell
onto the barn floor while the goat scampered away.
"Don't worry," Sister Dominic said, raising one restraining hand. "He'll be back. All the
males come back when they know they've got a good thing."
"But... but you're going to leave us... and then if we leave, what'll we do?" Sister
Eustacia said, her forehead wrinkling in confusion.
Sister Dominic thought of that. Surely in the city doing something like this was nearly
impossible. And to remain in the country and do it would arouse suspicion. She
thought a while, realizing that moment that Father Pierre was standing there, leaning
over the stall wall.
The novices froze in abject horror, their misery apparent until they saw Sister Dominic
smiling back.
"So, these are the others, as you called them. I see they need to see Mother as well, as I
heard you did. Don't worry, Sister, I'm not going to tell... that is, if you make it worth
my while," he said slyly, winking at Sister Dominic while propping his head up on his
hand. "A goat? Well, why not? And don't worry, I'm sure we'll figure out something to
make sure your transition to the world will be as smooth as possible.
Until then, we can amuse ourselves here, right, Sister?"
Sister Dominic looked at the priest and watched him move around from the stall wall.
He was already half-naked and undoubtedly would strip all the way and take all three
of them on. She liked the idea already. Giggling, she thought of what Mother and the
others would say if they could see them.
Then Mister Dominic mentally shrugged. That was their problem. Right now, she was
going to have the time of her life, and then.
Well, Father Pierre had plenty of surprises for them, it seemed. Maybe there would be a
big one later on. Who knew? Oh, how good it was to be out of the convent!


THE END
