THE NUN, THE DOG & THE PLEASURE
By Paul Gable


Chapter 1

Ginger Wingenfeld looked at the calendar and sighed, the red circle appearing on
today's date.
Her cousin was to visit her for the next week, a visit she wasn't looking forward to.
Why on earth had she agreed to let Carol come here, even if she did own part of the
farm here and was curious to see how things were going? Hadn't she taken care of
Carol's wishes and sent all the monies to the various Catholic charities requested, even
keeping the property under various names to ensure her cousin's vow of poverty? A
nun! Weren't they supposed to be poor and landless, or something?
And now Carol was coming for a visit, just when Ginger felt her body catching fire
each time her foreman Jack Dennis strode by. Even now her pussy grew moist at the
thought of him, her clit starting to pop out from its surrounding flesh. How her nylon
crotch panel clung damply to her pussy as she squirmed there on the sofa, eyeing the
calendar once more and sighing!
She had been a busy woman, too busy, it seemed, to have some time for her own
private life. That was starting to show now, show in the way she was following Jack
with her eyes, feeling her nipples standing up against her bra. It was that electric tingle,
that flash of fire up her thighs, licking into her pussy, making her clit curl back and
cringe while every square inch of her damp flesh was alive to the slightest touch.
Touching. Yes, she wanted to have that touching again, the kind she had experienced in
her teenaged days before she had the responsibility of the farm to run.
"Ohhhhh..."
Ginger put one hand to her forehead, closing her eyes and letting her head fall back
against the sofa. It was so good to rest for a few seconds, just a few seconds before she
went back to those books. Carol, that is, Sister Katherine, her chosen name, would
want to see them, she guessed. Everything was in order. But Ginger wanted to make
certain there could be no doubts in the nun's mind that everything was going well. The
purchase of the two new stallions for studding, the refencing of the north field,
everything would be documented for her cousin. Maybe she would leave early and leave
Ginger to the running of this complex business. Then she could concentrate on the
profits and losses, and more importantly on her own private life that was going
nowhere fast. Twenty-six. It was time to think about marriage, or at least about having
a serious lover. She had had neither, the farm stepping between them.
And now... and now as she sat there, her body trembling with lust, Ginger knew she
had to make some kind of move or she would surely go mad or worse, become a driedup 
old maid bitter about men and life. That thought terrified her.
"Ohhhh..."
Ginger closed her eyes until the tickling, burning itch had faded some. Her cunt felt
hot, very wet as it became swollen open. When she moved her thighs, she could feel the
soft, pink cunt membranes rubbing together and squeezing out more cunt-juice. This
was bad, perhaps the worst it had been in a long, long time. Jack had gone home early
to his parents' home, he said, although Ginger wondered if he weren't hanging out at
the Lone Star in town looking for a little strange pussy. He had a reputation, she
discovered from the other hands, on riding a woman fast and mounting her like a stud
bull. A stud bull. That thought sent ripples of excitement rushing through her,
tightening her thighs, making her pussy wrinkle in heat.
Why couldn't she be his bitch, his mare, the woman he was mounting? At times Ginger
thought she had caught him staring at her, examining her full figure, her long legs,
narrow waist, thirty-six-inch tits. Lately she had taken to dressing in tight Levi's and
small sized shirts, walking provocatively in front of him and the other men. She could
feel their eyes burning holes in her clothes. But was Jack among them?
"What's the use?"
Ginger glanced down at her watch. Carol, Sister Katherine would be arriving in two
hours. The room was made everything was ready. Sighing, she began to get up from the
sofa. Sister Katherine had been pleasant enough during the last visit last year and had
cut her stay short by several days. Perhaps Ginger would be lucky this time as well.
"Oh! Oh, it's you, Spike. Come here, boy, come here and gimme a big sloppy kiss,"
Ginger cooed...
The three-year-old German shepherd paused by the doorway, his furred tail rotating
while he cocked his head to one side. He looked so handsome, his gray coat shiny and
thick while his tongue hung sloppily from one corner of his mouth. She had bought
him nearly one year ago for protection and had since considered him more friend and
pet than anything else. He trotted over, pushing his head into her arms and licking her
wrists and face.
"Good dog. You're gonna make that funny lady in the long black dress feel at home,
right? Maybe," she said, her lips curling into a smile, "you can be her friend while I'm
working, all right?"
Spike barked happily, wagging his tail at the sound of her happy voice. Ginger rubbed
her slender fingers through his thick fur, noticing he was sniffing now at her crotch.
Instantly she reddened knowing exactly what the dog was smelling. He was smelling
her, sniffing at her aroused crotch. The thought of her own pet whiffing her cunt sent a
shook of embarrassment through her. Ginger rose from the sofa feeling a little dizzy.
I've been too horny today she thought, feeling a cool bath might be in order.
"No. Spike. No!"
He was following her, his head pricked up, sniffing at the seat of her pants. He followed
her into the kitchen, his claws skittering against the polished tiles. When she paused by
the refrigerator. Ginger heard him growling as he nosed between her legs. She felt her
thighs catch fire, flames licking into her pussy.
No. This can't be happening, she thought. She had done many things in her life, things
she wasn't particularly proud of today. But to have this kind of feeling for a... a dog?
Turning, she swatted Spike hard against the nose, turning around once more and
opening the door leading to the cellar. Those raspberry preserves in the corner
container. Sister Katherine loved them! She would pull several jars out, take a bath,
then wait for the young nun in poppa's old study.
Carefully Ginger made her way down the dark, narrow stairs to the cellar. How cool it
was down here, the dampness feeling good against her flesh. Spike was following her
carefully, still sniffing at her. Ginger even thought about locking up the animal here in
the cellar to cool his ardor.
"Now let's see, which level was it on?" Ginger whispered, putting one finger to her
cheek and scanning the various jars lining the shelves.
It was then Spike swirled behind her and began breathing against her tender inner
thighs. She could feel his panting, and she trembled, putting one hand against the
shelving for the support and fighting down the desire to do something with the animal.
No. That was insane to think along those lines. People were put away for doing things
like that.
Again Ginger raised one hand to swat him. But something stopped the woman as she
stood there. Was it because she really did want him to touch him down there? She was
completely alone with Spike and he knew it. Bravely he moved forward, pressing his
snout against her ass cheeks, then drawing his tongue over the stretched, faded Levi
material until Ginger felt the pants grow wet as if she had peed in them.
"This... is crazy." she whispered. "You want it so bad? You're about the only one
around here who does, I guess. So, you'll get it!"
The dog moved back, cocking his head once more while watching her carefully.
Undressing in front of a dog! It was almost laughable, considering the feelings she felt
coursing through her veins. But then again, this was the first time she had done
anything like this, had even thought about it.
Her shirt came off first, followed by her bra. The dank, cool air against her tits felt
good, almost a kind of relief as her half-inch-long red nipples throbbed in time to the
beating of her heart. Ginger skinned her tight-fitting jeans down over her narrow hips,
stepping from them, then sliding her thumbs under her panties and pulling them down.
"Looks like you're real interested boy, aren't you?" she said.
Ginger looked around once more. No, the windows had been blackened years ago.
There was no way anyone could peep in. They would be alone for several hours until
the nun came in. That was plenty of time, plenty of time for her to satisfy the throbbing
ache in her pussy. Plenty of time to take care of the musky cunt juice that flowed from
between her legs and wet down her white, shivering thigh. Spike could see it. She could
tell from the way those brown eyes sparkled that he could see her cunt juices oozing
from her furred cunt slit, and could tell she was as aroused now and as excited as he
was.
"Good dog, good dog"
There was that old couch poppa used to have in his study before Ginger had moved it
down here for more room. It was something he used to rest on in the last days of his
life.
Ginger grabbed hold of one end of the gold blanket thrown over the old sofa, pulling it
off with two tugs. A cloud of dust rose in the air, making her and the animal sneeze.
Ginger laughed, moving around to the sofa and sitting down. The rough material
scratched her shitter and cunt teasingly, a feeling she was enjoying while she moved her
legs back and forth against the front of the couch. Spike was standing there in front of
her, his tail drooped down.
Ginger studied him, afraid to make a move. "Come here, boy, come here," Ginger
whispered.
Spike growled low again, bracing his paws now on the sofa and pushing his head
forward.
He sniffed again, his black quivering nostril looking so moist while the fur around his
neck stood on end.
Ginger felt her flesh pucker as she stared at the animal, waiting for him to make his
move.
"Spike, come on, boy, come on! Please, I'm so hot, boy, I'm real hot!" Ginger moaned
leaning against the sofa while pushing her legs apart.
"Ohhhh, come on, Spike. God, what do you have to do to make a dog come to you?"
Her knees were trembling again as a shudder raced through her body. Ginger moved
her legs farther apart, feeling her cunt lips peel itchily apart while hot cunt juice frothed
from her cunt and wet down the rough couch material just under her ass.
"There, oh yes, there!" Ginger felt his tongue slip teasingly along the crevice that
separated her thigh from her torso. That touch made the young woman arch her back,
pressing her head against the rear of the sofa while her legs kicked against the couch.
He brought his tongue down again, licking up one side of her thigh then down the
other, leaving a long trail of wet, silver spittle on her flesh.
Ginger groaned, her legs shaking toward, one another, then falling back while her ass
scooted forward. Ginger brought one hand up to her throat, sucking in air through her
burning nostrils while the German shepherd continued lapping at her thighs.
Spike moved up, pressing his tongue up against her cunt. The sudden, scalding pressure
of that maw as his tongue peeled her pussy lips apart brought her jerking and twitching
to the edge of the sofa.
Ginger felt her ass hanging there, trembling, clenching and unclenching while her toes
curled against the damp concrete basement floor.
It was good, so good feeling his tongue all around her, moving up to her knees, down
to her calves, his maw mouthing her toes. He was growling happily now, pushing his
head up against her thighs now and then while drawing his tongue over the top of her
swollen cunt mound. Never, Ginger thought, had she felt something like this so
overwhelmingly good in all her life.
"Oh yes, yes, oh it's so good..."
Her words were tight, trembling, the sound of her own broken voice making Ginger
feel so excited as she thrashed there on the sofa before the animal. Damn the dog!
Damn the farm! Damn the visit of her cousin! All that mattered now was that years of
frustration and abstinence were falling away like an old skin, replaced by the loving,
tender friction of this dog's tongue against her pussy.
Ginger rolled her head slowly from side to side against the back of the old sofa, keeping
her thighs widely spread. She would do anything for the animal, just as long as he kept
licking into her pussy and doing all the things he was doing to her now.
Spike moved in even more, his paws braced against the insides of her knees. She felt so
good having his tongue lick her pussy. She moved forward even more, pushing her hips
up, feeding the dog her pussy. The long tip of his black snout pressed eagerly against
her furred cunt his tongue lapping, stretching back into her ass crack until his tongue
barely brushed the puckered pink flesh of her shitter.
He was licking both her pussy and asshole while wetting down the inner curves of her
ass cheeks at the same time. It was a wonderful, all encompassing sensation. Groaning,
Ginger raised one leg, feeling her muscles and tendons stretch as she revolved her leg
around in small circles. The dog shoved in farther.
"Ohhhhhh!"
Her voice rang out through the cellar, the echo dampened by the thick, dank
cinderblock walls. Reality flashed through her brain while the animal opened his maw
wide and pressed his fangs into her fleshy thigh. It was too much for her to stand.
Ginger cried out, cinching her eyes shut while jerking her ass from the couch. She
brought both hands down, supporting herself by pressing them into the sagging sofa
cushions. Spike bit her that way, rolling his eyes up one more time and watching her
reaction as she jerked and twitched under his bite.
Looking down, she saw his eyes slit, his ears still flattened against the sides of his head
while he sank his fangs into her flesh. He let go for the flash of a second, then biting
higher on her thigh. The flush of her skin, the burning explosion of nerves being
stimulated at so sensitive a spot on her body made Ginger's heart pound in her chest.
The dog pushed his shoulders farther between her knees. She could feel her knees being
pushed apart. Ginger bit down hard on her lower lip, tasting blood from her lip,
wanting to punish herself for the wonderful, delicious sensation.
Spike let go, grunting with excitement and lunging at the glistening surfaces of her
cunt. He was peeling her cunt lips open, drawing his tongue past her outer pussy lips
and licking through the flesh separating her inner and outer cunt lips. Ginger thought
it would drive her into climax. She jerked both hands up, putting hem around the
animal's head and pushing him way.
"No, no, Spike, you don't know what you're doing to me!" she cried.
But the big animal had a mind of his own, shaking away her light grip and going back
to her pussy.


Chapter 2

Ginger Snap, she thought with a weak smile. The spasms of her cuntal walls buckled
tight against the dog's licking tongue while she scissored her legs lightly around his
humping sides. It felt good having his furred sides against the insides of her tensed
thighs! She thought. It was like rubbing her naked body over a warm, fur rug.
"Mmmmmm... oh yessss, Spike!" Ginger hissed, pushing her fingers through her long,
blonde hair and digging her nails into her scalp. Those itchy, achy tingles were turning
into something much more concentrated, more pinpointed, until Ginger thought she
would faint from the pleasure soaring through her veins.
Ginger drew her knees more tightly together, raising them inch by excruciating inch,
feeling the resulting tension pull her tumid cunt lips apart even farther for the animal.
Her legs trembled, her asshole quivering while her toes sank into the shepherd's gray,
soft fur. She pranced her ass madly against the old sofa.
Ginger snapped her body hard to the side as her clit beat out a killing rhythm, her flesh
sheening with perspiration. The pleasure was so keen it hurt. Spike was bracing his
paws on either side of her split open cunt, twisting his maw around, pushing his nose
into her pussy while drilling his tongue down deep as if he were looking for something.
Ginger arched her spine, digging her head into the pillow behind while she braced her
body against the sofa. It was almost like being fucked, she thought, her cunt walls
buckling from the heat and licking.
"Oh God, Spike, oh, oh, what you're doing: to me! Lick me, doggie! Come on and lick
me good, make me cummmmm!" Ginger cried.
The German shepherd growled, shaking off her grip. He wanted her to lay back. Ginger
shivered at this show of mastery, her hands falling from his sides and lying limply on
the sofa as the dog snarled and growled into her dewy, musky cunt.
She was beating the balls of her feet against his humping sides now, her face a
contorted mask of lust while lewd shocks of delight swept through her pussy. Her knees
were all the way back now, pressing against her tits while her ass squirmed against the
animal's chewing maw. She wanted it all, all inside her.
And then, when those bristly hairs around his snout touched her clit, Ginger thought
she would sail from the couch and crash through the ceiling. Juice and doggie spit
trickled down from her pussy, oozing into her ass slit and shitter while Spike continued
slurping his magic tongue into her pulsing cunt hole. It was then the woman knew she
wanted him to do more to her than simply lick her pussy.
Fucking. It had been so long since Ginger had opened her creamy thighs for a man.
And now she was doing it for a... a dog. But at least it would be something, something
other than the lonely nights lying in bed alone fantasizing while her fingers pushed
through her rich red cunt meat.
When Ginger had finally decided to let Spike fuck her, she felt a new savage excitement
cut through her pussy like the sharpened edge of a surgical blade. She babbled, her
belly ballooning while her body jerked about in a strange, convulsive way. It was almost
as if she were cumming. But this time there was something holding her back, the
promise of a greater feeling, of more sensation.
No! She didn't want to cum yet. Desperately Ginger pushed down the feeling tickling
and teasing her clit as waves of unspeakable joy lapped at her cunt. Again the woman
pushed her hands
down against the German shepherd's head, shoving him away while grinding her teeth
for better control.
There! She had done it. The animal was panting and shivering nearly as hard as she
was. He knew. Oh yes, yes, he could tell she wanted something more than his
wonderful sloppy tongue rimming the tense, rubbery ring of her cunt. He was growling
in a strange, muffled way, a way that sent more shivers racing up and down her
stiffening spine.
Focusing her vision with some difficulty, Ginger saw what she'd been seeking all this
while. His cock. That long, knobby cock twitching out of its furry sheath, jerking up
against the underbelly of the shepherd.
"That's it, boy! Oh yes, yes, that's it! That's what I want," she whispered.
Spike barked with the touch of her foot against his cock meat, backing away and licking
her ankles in appreciation.
She knew what that meant. There was no going back now. His cock swayed heavily
from his groin, each small ball looking full and ready to pump out its dog jizz into her
pussy. Ginger dropped her head back to the pillow and thought about what was going
to happen, shivering again as if in a fever.
"Come on, boy, come on, Spike! We're gonna do it this way!"
Ginger coaxed the dog forward, drawing her thighs together a little more so the animal
would be able to mount her more easily. Spike looked at her curiously, pawing her
thighs, waiting for her to roll over and fuck in a doggie position. But Ginger had
determined to do it this way or not at all. She stroked the undersides of her uplifted
thighs, drawing her fingers up, up until they were touching the edges of her drooling
cunt. Whimpering with some confusion, Spike began his steady mounting, tentatively
putting his paws on her thighs, then crawling up, nosing her, nuzzling her, his furred
body drawing more rushes of excitement from the young woman.
And then Ginger felt it, that something hot and stiff pressing against her outer cunt
lips. His cock. The animal had already mounted her, his forepaws scratching the flesh
just behind her knees while his hindquarters were padding nervously behind her ass.
Ginger gulped in lungfuls of air, not believing this was really happening to her.
Fucked! Fucked by Spike!
She brought her hands up, gently stroking his sides while Ginger felt the steady sweep
of his tail against her feet. Spike dropped his head slightly and licked his tongue across
the base of her throat, drawing it over her tits, then lapping at her forehead. Again she
felt that shoving of his meat against her cunt lips, the feeling making Ginger squirm
her ass up to him while waiting desperately for the dog to make up his mind and fuck
her.
"Here, boy, here, I'll help," she whispered, growing too impatient to wait.
Ginger shoved her hand down her belly, her fingers icy and trembling once they came
in contact with his cock. She ground her teeth together, hearing them crunch from the
pressure as she pushed his cock up to her pussy lips, right to the center of her fuck
crack. Again Spike whimpered, shaking his powerful narrow ass, then pushing down.
Ginger gasped. She cried out, feeling his hard, stiff cock shove down, down, until her
cunt lips flattened back and Ginger could sense his dog cock, pushing down deep inside
her. Her cunt was stretching wide, the ring of her tiny muscles growing tight with her
excitement.
It was almost like getting fucked for the very first time!
Still keeping her hand down around her pussy, Ginger moved her fingers around the
slick, lumpy surfaces of his cock. It was so wet with her hot, slippery cunt juices.
Instinctively, she jerked her hand back, then realized how foolish she was and
continued stroking both the dog's cock and her pussy.
"Oh, oh, it's so gooooood, so good, I'm going to die!" she cried.
Ginger pressed one finger into the swampy mess where her cunt oozed juice. She traced
the bottom of her cunt crack, found the tensed, aching muscles guarding her cunt
mouth. The dog moved around, his pointy cock head rubbing up against her finger.
It was almost like getting fucked by a man. Spike learned quickly, letting her run the
show for the moment, keeping his cock in her part of the way while Ginger tried to get
her pussy to relax.
"Ohhhh, tight, so hot and tight, oh God!"
It was mind boggling to be fucking this way.
She shivered with excitement, finally feeling his cock slipping farther into the tight,
pulsing circle. Slowly Ginger circled the dog's cock with her fingers as it slipped past,
pushing out more juice that wet her palm. It was going in, in all the way!
The pointy barb of his cock was inside her now, filling her with a sexy sensation. She
dared move her hips once more, changing the angle her pussy made with the animal's
bumpy cock, her cunt muscles spasmed once more, cinching around his cock, trapping
it deep in her.
Spike whined and whimpered, looking down at her with his beautiful gray eyes while
padding his forepaws against her thighs. Ginger stopped breathing, the cramp in her
cunt somewhere between agony and joy. She couldn't help herself.
"Slow, boy, slow. Like that, doggie, oh yes, like that!"
It was wonderful, Ginger thought, Now Spike seemed to understand just what she
wanted, just what she needed from him. Twisting around, the woman felt her insides
stretching out around his sinking cock shaft.
Ginger tensed, waiting for his pointy cock head to reach the bottom of her cunt. She
waited for the second she would have to shout to the animal and order him to stop
fucking her. There would be that second, that instant when she could take no more of
his cock.
But Ginger amazed herself, taking on the animal while wishing she could feel more.
Her hand was still down around his cock, feeling his slick, lumpy cock meat slide past.
He was so deep. Ginger could feel that added heat inside her belly now. She could hear
the slick noises of his cock shaft sliding past her cunt lips, going all the way in.
"Oh, so tight... oh good God, you're so beautiful, Spike! Oh God in heaven, it's so
good, so good, I'm dying with this fucking! Fuck me, doggie, WanDa get that cock all
the way in me!"
It made the woman dizzy just to think about what was happening to her. Fucked by
this dog, by this wonderful German shepherd. And she wanted it all, all in her, all
pushing aside those tingly, itching cunt walls, and all of it making her cum finally with
a cock in her.
Carefully Ginger pulled her hands out from under the dog and threw them around
him, squeezing him, feeling their hearts pounding hard against one another. Ginger
was terribly aware of his body, his paws, his furred sides pressed against her sweaty
damp body. She started rocking her hips just a little, wanting to feel that doggie cock
digging against her cunt walls once more.
"Fuck me, doggie, oh yes, yes, that's it, draw it in and fuck me!" Ginger gasped.
She was breathless with excitement as the animal finally starting his fucking rhythm. In
and out. In and out. In and out. He grew more and more confident with this strange
new position, hunkering down while straightening his tail along her toes.
Ginger felt her pussy heating up until she thought, surely her cunt would catch fire.
The wet, sloppy friction drove her wild!
Ginger snapped her legs around him once more, feeling she could take anything just as
long as she could have that big cock gouging hotly inside her pussy.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
He drove his doggie cock into her like a weapon, tears of joy running down her flushed
cheeks as she felt his cock swelling even more. Her soft whimpering became louder
sobs as the sense of joy overwhelmed her. Soon. Very, very soon. Those continual fuck
thrusts felt as if they would drive her right through the sofa to the floor.
Spike was so strong, so savagely vital as he fucked down and deep into her cunt hole.
The continual thrusts of his cock inside her were building up sensations she hadn't felt
in a long time.
"Wawwwhwhwhwhhhhaahhh!" Ginger was close, real close. Scraping her fingernails
through the dog's fur, the woman felt as if she would explode at any second. Slowly she
began releasing her controls, letting herself go down the vortex of joy as the dog kept
his cock moving back and forth in a ceaseless chugging motion.
Yes. Yes!
He was fucking her faster. Ginger knew he was going to explode at any second. She
could feel the urgency in his fucking, sensed that he was about to cum in her hole.
Spike growled, his whimpering becoming higher pitched as he entered the final round
of this fuck.
"Ohhhhh, doggie, come on, come on and fuck me hard!" Ginger cried.
She sighed with mounting lust, her cries becoming louder. And then the frantic woman
felt it, felt the animal's cock balloon up inside her pussy. Ginger knew that meant he
was about to shoot!
Desperately she clawed at Spike's thick coat, clinging to him and whimpering while her
own climax was only seconds away. She felt the savage heat burning the inside of her
cunt, making her cunt wither under the heat while the animal fucked long and deep.
"Do it, doggie, come on, do it to me!" she screamed, hugging him hard.
It happened, and as hot and hard as Ginger had wanted it. Spike howled, tossing his
head around and growling while keeping his cock glued against her cunt. Ginger could
feel his cum fire hosing against her pussy-walls, drenching her cunt to overflowing until
it frothed like whipped cream around the tensed, stretched lips of her cunt. It was all
the woman needed!
"Aaahahghhghaghhhg!"
She screamed once more, her shrieks of joy blending in with the German shepherd's
growls while the animal continued moving his cock back and forth through her
convulsing cunt.
The last thing Ginger remembered was whipping her legs against the animal in a wild,
frightful reaction to the cum that had seared her cunt and turned her into a carnal,
rutting beast.
When she opened her eyes once more, Ginger saw the dog was next to her, lazily
dozing, resting his head on her left shoulder. Reaching around, the woman stroked his
face, feeling his tongue lap at her fingers. He shifted position, his paws scraping against
her flesh. Her cunt had slackened now, the juices and jizz flowing from her cunt hole
and wetting down her thighs while she rubbed her heels against the sofa. It had been
good, real good, Ginger thought, closing her eyes and remembering the rubbing in out
feeling of the dog's cock in her cunt. Those lumps on his cock! It was almost like
having a man's cock dressed in a French tickler fucking her!
They had touched all the hot, magic spots of her pussy, making her throw her
trembling ass around in the air while flailing the backs of her legs against the sofa after
she had cum. That dog! That damned dog!
He had done this to her, and would do it to her again, Ginger thought, after her
religious cousin had slipped from the house and gone back into the convent.
"Sister Katherine," Ginger sighed, putting one hand to her forehead and rubbing it as if
she had a headache.
It would be quite a bit on her part to act at least marginally moral for her nun cousin.
But, it would have to be done. After all the order did own part of the property here, and
her cousin was a nice, if somewhat dull, lady. Maybe she would leave sooner than
planned, like last time.
"Okay, Spike, come on, I'll give you some dinner. You deserve it!" she whispered,
ruffling his fur, then slowly rising from the couch.
Ginger smiled dreamily, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly while watching
the dog watch her. His tail wagged slowly, his ears perking up. He was nuzzling her
still as she put her clothes back on, knowing a good shower was necessary before
greeting her cousin.
"Come on, boy, come on," Ginger said, then climbing the stairs back to the kitchen.
So much had happened to her in the past hour. So much. And yet everything looked
the same up here. Nothing had changed.
Moving to the refrigerator, she took out some beef she had been saving for later,
scooping the red meat into his yellow dinner bowl and putting it down for him. Spike
wolfed down the food, his tail wagging happily, his fucking temporarily forgotten.
Ginger stood there leaning against the stove, watching him and wondering what was
going to happen to her next.


Chapter 3

The cab parked in front of the large house, a small cloud of dust stirring about and
coating the windows of the yellow taxi.
Sister Katherine peered out from the rear window, staring at the black windows and
wondering if Ginger had received her letter that she was coming. She had received no
reply. But then again, that was Ginger's way.
"Sister?"
The car was in the garage, and there were signs of activity about the farm. Ginger was
surely around inside, perhaps preparing for her arrival. Sister Katherine sighed and felt
she might as well get the bad news over with.
"Sister?"
"Yes, of course. Thank you," she said modestly, paying the driver, then letting him
carry her two small, black bags to the porch. He was a young man an extremely
handsome, young man, something she knew she had been starting to notice more
lately.
Men. She had thought her devotion to God would have taken care of that strong pull
towards the flesh she had heard so much about. But lately she had been having strange
dreams, dreams so embarrassing Sister Katherine hesitated to tell them to her private
confessor.
She had had dreams about shadowy men chasing her, their cocks straight out, their
finger's inches from her flowing, blonde hair. In her small cell, she could feel her cunt
lips rubbing together, their unclean hands having finally reached her cunt. And, to her
dismay, she was doing nothing about it. Sister Katherine could see herself laughing
with joy, sighing, opening herself to them willingly while throwing away all the
precious vows she had taken as a nun some years earlier.
It was just at that point she would awaken, climaxing just as reality blended with the
twisted and bizarre images of her unconscious. It was, then, with some relief that
Mother Superior ordered her to find Ginger and tell her the order wished to divest itself
of the farm. The money would be used to further missionary work in South America.
This would be, of course, a renouncing of her own stake in the land. But a nun owned
nothing. The vow of poverty lay heavily on her head, as did the vow of chastity. But
both must be followed.
Sister Katherine watched as the young man tipped his hat, then sauntered back to his
cab with his hands in his pocket and whistling a jaunty tune. He didn't even ask for a
tip. But then again, nuns were non-people, shadows of the world without normal
emotions. Sister Katherine found herself curling her fingers until the nails cut into her
palms.
No. That wasn't true. All too well she understood exactly what nuns felt at times, and
wondered if this was going to be the night of the soul as Father Reilley had called it, the
time when nuns and priests seriously wonder about quitting the Church.
"Sister! Why didn't you knock? How long have you been standing here?"
Ginger opened the door and embraced her cousin, pulling her in and quickly showing
her to her room.
During their brief conversation, Sister Katherine insisted on being called Carol, at least
here between them. It was, she said, the least she could do to bring back the days when
they were close and played together.
"Now the tub's there and the heater's been repaired, so you can have a nice hot bath
while I go into town for a few minutes to pick up some groceries, " Ginger said, hands
on her hips and looking around the small room. It was small, but cheerful and tidy. She
was thankful she had had some time after fucking the dog to spring about and
straighten the last few things before Carol's arrival.
"It's just fine, Ginger. Take your time. I'll just get reacquainted with everything around
here, " she said, gathering her black dress about her and sitting comfortably on the edge
of the bed.
"Oh, and I'll leave Spike around. He's good protection and friendly as they come. I'll be
back around five," Ginger said, giving Sister Katherine a strong hug. "We'll have so
much to talk about it. I'm sure."
"I hope we'll be friends, Ginger. Now you go and I'll freshen up."
Sister Katherine watched her cousin from the window, saw her long legs lightly tanned
and very, very visible from her short shorts. She was scantily dressed, scandalously
dressed, the Church would say.
Sighing Sister Katherine watched the station wagon, drive off in a cloud of swirling
dust, disappearing down the main highway shortly after.
"God in heaven, please, give me the strength to bear this horrid burden."
Sister Katherine took the rosary from her side, fingering the stones and asking for
guidance both for her life and Ginger's. The young nun fell into a reverie, her fingers
moving steadily over the beads until she felt a calm settle over her confused mind.
Prayer. Yes, that was the answer. It had always been the answer, she thought, removing
the long brown belt that cinched her gown around her narrow waist, then sliding her
fingers under the wimple until it slipped from around her narrow shoulders.
Sister Katherine smiled, slipping the coarse brown gown from her and running her
fingers through her shortened hair. What would Mother have said if she had confessed
to her all the thoughts rushing through her head lately?
Stepping from her cotton slip, she pushed down her drawers, realizing in an instant
how shockingly, indecently good it felt being naked even though no one was around to
see her. Of course, the farm hands could always be peeking in, wondering who this nun
was, and catch a glimpse of her naked body moving about in the house. That thought
made her cunt pucker, a sensation that made the nun think once more of a prayer to
chase away that feelings.
"A bath. A nice, warm bath will make me feel better," she whispered, padding to the
tub and turning on the water.
Sister Katherine was about to leave the room until the tub filled, until she caught sight
of her naked body in the mirror. Always, it surprised her just how good it looked, the
sin of pride and vanity stinging her even now. But still, she thought that for a nun
indeed, for any woman, she was very well built.
Moving to the mirror above the sink, Sister Katherine peered into it, tiny beads of
perspiration standing out on her tits and mingling finally into streamers rushing down
her cleavage and curling into her navel. She was breathing hard.
That feeling, that tight, hot, tingly feeling was starting up again. She knew she should
move away from the mirror, sink to her knees and pray for strength. But something
kept her here, kept her glimmering eyes fixed on the glass while she started massaging
her belly slowly.
Sister Katherine rocked on her heels and brushed her thighs against the cracked
porcelain of the sink. Her fingers moved more slowly down, until they were curling into
her blonde cunt thicket. The touch was forbidden. She knew that and here she was
touching herself, working her fingers over her swollen cunt mound and feeling nothing
but good surging from between her white, shivering thighs.
She giggled a little hysterically, feeling the awesome, frightening power surging in her
cunt. Her clit tightened and throbbed while the lewd feeling surged through her pussy
and spread like a fever through her belly. It felt as if her stomach and tits were so
swollen, felt as if she were pregnant.
Sister Katherine shuddered as she spread back her tight virgin cunt lips and felt the
warm juice surge over her knuckles and wet down her palms. This was terrible, the
worst it had ever been!
Sister Katherine felt as if some strange, awful disease had attacked her body, and there
was little she could do to alleviate the symptoms. Her fingertips soon slipped against
one another and against her pussy. She had never, never been this excited before.
What in God's name could be wrong with her? She was flaunting the rules of the order,
of the Holy Roman Catholic Church, of Christianity itself by doing this.
"Ohhhhh, God in heaven, help me! Stop these fingers from... from the Devil's work!"
she moaned, resting her burning forehead against the glass.
But nothing came to stop what was happening between her legs. Sister Katherine pulled
her head up, the steam rising around her like the fires of hell. She would surely burn
for this if she didn't rush to confession soon after.
A strange image, one of Ginger rushing to the car flashing those long, lithe legs, ran
through her mind. She too would like to wear clothes like that, appeal to men, perhaps
even give in to one at least once and feel his body hard against hers while he..
"No!"
It was a terrible, sinful thing to think of that. She had no controls over her dreams. But
this... this she could stop at any second. All she had to do was take her fingers from her
cunt and walk into the other room. Surely, the feeling would pass. The temptation
would evaporate into an aura of prayer.
But nothing happened to stop the young nun from touching herself all over. She could
see her tits rise and fall quickly while her red nipples hardened and her areolas wrinkled
from the subsequent tension. She sighed, that sound exciting her even more.
Sister Katherine eased two fingers into her cunt hole again and again until the mists
dampened her eyes. The pressure in her pussy rose more and more powerfully, filling
her cunt nerves, making them vibrate. She touched her cherry, her fingers darting back.
No, that was going too far. She couldn't touch that, couldn't tear through that sacred
wall. It was her covenant with God. To break that would be to tear herself from her
religion.
"Uhhhhh, oh my God! What's happening to me? What's going... going on?" she
stammered.
There weren't the confines, the restrictions she had in the convent. Here she could do
as she pleased, and that was exactly what Sister Katherine was doing. She whimpered,
wishing now there were someone, some man who would hold her, take her to his bed
and... and fuck her.
"Fuck"
It was a horrid, filthy word, one that shouldn't even be contemplated. But it rose again
and again to her lips as her fingers twisted in and out. The nun wanted to touch herself
all over at once. But both hands were filled now with soft, hairy, tight packed cunt
muscle. Sister Katherine stood on the balls of her feet, leaning over the narrow sink.
Her tits flattened against the wet mirror while she pressed her shoulders against the
smoothness. She flailed her clit with her thumbs while her fingers drilled deeper and
dug faster into her cunt-flesh. How that tiny sex finger was engorged, stretched like a
small thumb and becoming easy to grab.
The nun drilled her fingers deeper into her pussy, sawing and twisting her digits
around until she felt that same urgency she had felt when climaxing. Yes, she was going
to cum, going to cum once more. Only this time it would be so powerful, and so
wanton.
"Cummmmmm"
The word sounded so good bubbling from her lips. She sawed her hips from side to
side, drool oozing from the comers of her mouth. Yes, yes, she was going to cum, going
to do that awful, wonderful thing right here.
Still on her toes, Sister Katherine wrenched her thighs, the juice in her cunt boiling
over her cunt mound and spattering her fingers. She sighed deeply, laughing nervously
and sobbing as the last of her passion finally expended itself in the cumming throes of
her lewd fury.
Sister Katherine had touched herself in a way the Church forbid even lay women to
touch themselves. She had covered herself in sin and felt nothing terrible about it. Sister
Katherine sighed, pushing herself from the sink, gripping the cold porcelain and
wondering how long this terrible longing would last in her until... until she could face
the altar once again without shame.
She was about to climb into the tub when, to her horror, she realized someone had
been watching her all along. She screamed, covering her tits and cunt and lurching
back. She slapped her ass against the sink as she stared through the mist at the presence
barely visible in the doorway.
"Ohhhhh..."
How silly of her! It was only Spike, the dog she had remembered nearly as a pup last
year. He had been her witness, this beast, this wonderful dog. She felt a flush of red
radiate to her cheeks. Of course he could do or say nothing, and probably had little idea
of what was happening. Still, the idea of something having witnessed her shame was a
little appalling.
"Shoo! Go away, Spike, go away. Don't be a naughty dog. Just leave me in peace. I
want to bathe and... oh, what are you doing?"
The touch of his tongue had been so sudden, so unexpected Sister Katherine nearly fell
on her ass. Her knees wobbled as the tip of Spike's tongue brushed the button junction
of her cunt lips.
Spike pushed his snout right into her pussy, shoving it in at least one half inch while
rubbing his tongue over her clit. The young nun staggered back, nearly falling on her
ass while quickly recovering her senses.
"Bad dog! Get away from me, you – you!" Sister Katherine screamed at the animal,
panicking as she realized what he was doing. He had smelled her, sniffed her pussy and
now was trying to lick her off the way male dogs do it with their bitches.
"Get... get away from me, you filthy... dirty animal!"
Sister Katherine's reddened face reflected the fear knifing through her. Somehow Sister
Katherine sidestepped the licking dog, rushing from the steamy bathroom into her
bedroom.
Gathering up her gown, she tried to slip it over her head. But Spike came dashing from
the bath, growling, leaping from the floor and striking the screaming nun hard against
the shoulders.
Reeling back off-balance, Sister Katherine held onto her robes as if they were a
protective shield, throwing them over the dog, then scrambling to her feet and
careening across the room to the door.
"Outside! I have to get outside!" she cried, half on her hand and knees, half running
down the upstairs hall to the steps.
Behind her, she could hear Spike's growling. He was tearing free of her robes and
would come pouncing on her trying to... the thought was too awful to contemplate. The
young nun rushed down the steps, feeling as if the house were swaying crazily about
her. Her thighs jiggled while her tits slapped noisily together.
"Please, God, please in heaven's name, help me!"
No help came as Sister Katherine reached the bottom step. Behind her, Spike bounded
down the stairs. The front door was in front of her, only a few feet away. But it might
as well have been ten miles. Spike shot around her, his paws skittering over the floor.
Sister Katherine stopped, her hands to her throat as she backed slowly away from the
beast. He followed slowly, his ears pinned back, his head down low, his black rubbery
lips peeled back to reveal his fangs while his tail was down and straight out.
Was he rabid? Was he sick? The thought that she might be torn to pieces and not
fucked shot through her mind.
"Please, Spike, don't... I promise I won't hurt you, just... just don't hurt me!"
The dog seemed maddened, leaping at her once again.
Sister Katherine turned, painfully stubbing her toe on the coffee table and upending it.
She tried to flee from the pursuing animal. But the confusion surrounding her caught
the nun off balance and, with a cry, she fell sprawled onto the floor.
"No, no, get away, get away!"
Spike was on top of her, bracing his paws against her flaring hipbones while lapping his
tongue down the bumps and curves of her spine. Raped by the Devil! That's what it
would be, she thought, groaning as she tried pulling herself into the kitchen and, she
hoped to safety.


Chapter 4

"Oh my God, I am sorry for having offended Thee because Thou art... get away from
me!" Sister Katherine screamed, drawing her feet more closely up against her naked ass
and staring down with hatred at the panting German shepherd below her.
She hadn't made it to the door. Spike had been too fast for her once more. But Sister
Katherine had been able to scramble up to the counter, banging her ankles against the
faucets while she strove to rid herself of the barking dog.
Beneath her she was conscious of the dog sniffing and snooping around, raising his eyes
and staring at her, his neck bristling with excitement. She could see it in his eyes, in the
way he moved that he wanted her the way men want women.
Sister Katherine's thoughts fell from prayer as she shivered, throwing her arms around
her tits and hugging her body tightly, her toes trembling and crossing this way and
that.
When Spike jumped up, bracing his paws against the front edge of the counter and
pushed his tongue up against her thighs, the nun screamed, opening the cabinet and
throwing two porcelain cups at the dog. He howled with pain as one shattered against
his head, his feet scrambling over the floor while he retreated temporarily into the
living room.
"I'll kill you!" she shouted, her fingers fumbling blindly for more dinnerware to toss at
him. She would tear down those walls, Sister Katherine swore, before she would let that
beast touch her again. To think of what might have happened! At least time was on her
side. Her cousin would be coming back soon. Surely she could control the dog. And
perhaps Spike would soon lose interest in her and leave. He had already slipped from
the kitchen.
If she could get back to her bedroom, she would shut and lock the door, vowing to tell
Ginger everything. It amazed her that her cousin could keep this kind of beast around
without having been shamefully attacked like that!
"No! Get away!"
Her voice shrilled wildly as Sister Katherine saw Spike lunge from the doorway. She
could see immediately he was going to jump onto the sink counter and attack her. She
saw him keeping his head down, dodging successfully the few missiles she was able to
grasp with her trembling fingers.
Spike barked. Sister Katherine screamed, watching the animal take off from the floor
and aim right for her. Pushing herself away from the sink, the nun rolled over one of
the tubs, sliding to the floor and rushing toward the doorway from which Spike had
come. She could hear him scrambling behind her, barking like the hounds of hell.
If only she could reach the stairs! If only she could do that, she would be saved, in her
own room in seconds, away from the pursuing Sodomite dog!
But Spike was determined to bring the nun down at any cost.
She had just passed the doorway when Sister Katherine felt his fangs close around her
right ankle. She screamed once more, her hands flailing madly at the air while her eyes
bulged from their sockets. The woman thought her heart had stopped beating as she
slumped to the floor, a captive finally of the big German shepherd.
"Oh sweet Jesus, oh Virgin Mother. Help me, help me, get this... this animal off me,
Holy Mother!" Sister Katherine yammered, thudding to the floor.
Quickly she twisted around, feeling his fangs sink into her flesh. He could have bitten
to the bone and crushed her leg. Sister Katherine could see that. But he was simply
holding onto her, his legs braced against the carpeting, while he snarled and whined
through his nose.
He was playing with her, toying with her the way he would toy with any of his prey.
He was the boss, at least, that's what he was telling her. His snarls grew lower while he
let go, then bit higher around her calf. Sister Katherine tried kicking at the animal with
her free foot. But he only moved around, successfully avoiding her touch while keeping
her pinned to the floor.
"You won't touch me! I swear it to Almighty God, you won't... touch... me!" Sister
Katherine cried, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks.
But something was happening to her, something that made Sister Katherine shudder
and groan. A secret inner voice was whispering to her, telling the nun it wasn't all that
bad to have a little fun with the animal. After all, who was to say anything? No one was
watching, and certainly the dog wouldn't tell on her.
Spike saw her hesitation and took advantage of the young nun. She felt suddenly as if a
trapdoor had opened under her and she was falling, falling into a marvelous universe.
Spike had crawled up to her, bracing his paws now against her inner thighs and
spreading them apart while licking over her pussy. The touch of his tongue against her,
the feel of his head wedged between her slender thighs made her feel so good. And the
smooth, silky rub of his maw against her cunt lips was a furious new sensation. Vague
guilt's and fears continued to assault her spinning mind.
But something else was taking over, blasting her religious fears to pieces while she lay
there on the blue carpeting with her thighs splayed wide apart.
"Ohhhhh, Spike... oh, don't make me feel like this! Oh God in Heaven, why are you
deserting me?" she sobbed, covering her face in shame.
Her chest heaved as the animal moved his head from side to side to burrow deeper
between her outer cunt lips. She could feel the hot juices of her pussy oozing from her
cunt slit, wetting down the dog's snout.
Her legs trembled against the licking dog, her fingers grasping at the carpeting while
the animal growled and licked into her. Once more that exciting, devilish voice was
whispering to her, making her tremble like a bitch dog in heat as it told her to relax
and enjoy what the animal had to offer.
Flexing her full, white ass, Sister Katherine did just that. It was so good feeling him
rimming the tip of her cunt mouth. She stiffened in embarrassed fright, then laughed
when she realized the dog didn't care how she reacted. Just as long as her cunt was
available, he was happy, licking down into her, scouring her cunt with that wonderful
thing and making her feel so very, very good.
"Spike... oooooooh, you're doing things to me... your tongue's so good, soooooo
gooooood!"
Thoughts of the Church all faded from her mind as she started moving her hips. It was
impossible for her not to squirm under the animal's constant licking. She thought of
the stories she had heard from some of the young girls who came to her for guidance.
They were stories about fucking, about how good it had felt, and then how ashamed
they were for having given their bodies up to men. Sister Katherine had consoled them,
telling the young women their bodies were sacred temples, temples to be lawfully
violated only by their husbands.
What would they have said now if they could see her writhing on the floor with a dog
slipped between her shivering legs? The good Sister, the moral nun, prone on the floor
with her legs high in the air, a German shepherd lapping frenziedly away at her pussy!
Sister Katherine groaned, half-twisting about on the floor while clawing at the animal's
fur with both fingers. She could feel the fine silken hairs of her short hair plastering
against her cheeks, while his tongue snaked into her cunt, then dipped out and licked
around her navel.
Sister Katherine sighed, her voice sounding terribly low now and broken. Spike was
doing this to her, making her feel those dreadful feelings allover again and making her
feel them with his tongue and maw! She let out a hysterical giggle, hooking her right
leg over the spine of the animal and petting him with her toes.
Spike growled happily, his tail high in the air now, while he lapped up her thick,
flowing cunt juices.
Sister Katherine couldn't believe how much hot juice was seeping from her fuzzy cunt
hole, wetting down both her thighs and the animal's snout. He was touching her clit
now, making her whimper through her shrinking nostrils while her eyes rolled around
in her head. She wanted him to eat her again and again and again until she came in his
mouth. Came? Where did she know that word? Where, as a nun, had she heard that
exciting word that meant the climax of all excitement? Perhaps it was from the girls
telling her all those stories, using slang, making her feel terribly uncomfortable there in
her tiny office as they explained in detail just what they had done while fucking their
boyfriends! How Sister Katherine had trembled for them, feeling her flesh crawl as they
described a man's cock and how it felt slipping into them. And now, how she wished
she had something just like that, something hard and thick and long spreading her
apart, stretching her cunt tantalizingly while she came and came and came there on the
living room floor.
Sister Katherine bit her lower lip, closing her eyes as a particularly powerful itching
spasm raced through her pussy. She drew her knees together, moving them back and
forth, back and forth, rubbing the insides of them against the animal's sides.
Spike liked the touch, growling happily while sticking his tongue all the way into her
pussy. Sister Katherine was whimpering and whining nearly as loudly as the dog, the
hint of a smile on her lips as she closed her eyes and gave in to the wonderful feeling.
"Uhhhhh... oooooh! Oh, doggie, oh Spike! Oh, you're doing such things to me! Oh,
Holy Mother, forgive me! I can't help myself now. Oh God in Heaven, sweet Holy
Jesus, I can't help myself!"
Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks, gathering in the corners of her mouth as Sister
Katherine peeled her legs apart even farther. Her breathing was out of control gaspy
and shallow and hot. Her thin arms shook while her fingers grabbed onto the dog's
thick coat of gray fur.
She loved his touch, loved the way he was licking her ass, moving his tongue through
her ass crack, touching her allover, then licking up to her cunt. He was touching her all
over, all over! The feel of his tongue against her clit was enough to make Sister
Katherine cum right there. But again that voice slyly whispered to her, suggesting there
was something more the animal could do for her. She blanched, thinking about... about
cock meat, and wondering if Spike could... could fuck her.
"Fuck"
There it was, that filthy word bubbling up from her soul. She whispered it again,
holding onto the dog, her face wrinkled and red from the tension biting into her clit.
She wanted cock. She wanted a cock so bad she would have renounced all her vows for
one right there. And then it occurred to the panting, gasping nun that there was a cock
only inches away from her cunt. Spike's cock, that long, knobby thing, was clearly
visible dangling from between his hindlegs.
Could she allow a... a dog to fuck her when all this time she had been fighting against
any thought of sex?
"Uhhhhh, oh yes, yes, doggie! My God in heaven, oh, fuck me, fuck me!"
His licking had changed the moment Sister Katherine yelped those words. She stopped
writhing against the carpeting, wondering if he had understood her. How foolish! Of
course not! It must have been something in the tone of her voice, the strident, shaking
cry she let out that had startled him. He continued licking, but now the lapping was far
more slow, each lick seeming to count for something while his dark eyes followed her
every move.
The nun cried out again, feeling him concentrating more and more on her clit. He was
petting the little thing, pressing it down, making her pant more frenziedly while her
legs kicked up and down. She rolled her hips, crying out again with a new freedom as
the animal licked hungrily at her clit.
Sister Katherine moved her hips faster, pressing her weight against the dog. At times
she could feel his fangs cutting her more. And how she enjoyed that sensation, fucking
her cunt on his maw, feeling his tongue licking her allover while his fangs were
scraping teasingly against her cunt lips.
And when he braced his paws up against her ass once more, twisting his furry maw
into her pussy, Sister Katherine felt her cunt convulse. She wondered if she would
climax right there in his mouth, sparing her the guilt of the decision to fuck him.
"Fuck... fuck"
She chanted the filthy word as if it were a prayer. Kicking her legs against the dog, she
could feel those feverish, itching thrills threaten to burst out from her cunt. She had to
have control. She had to have control over her cunt that threatened to suck in the dog's
licking tongue.
"Yes, fuck... fucked like a dog!" Sister Katherine whispered, pushing the beast away
from her with both hands. She had watched them fucking in the streets from her office
window at the convent. In fact, Mother had nearly caught her once watching two small
mongrels pushing one another, the hips of one working quickly against the ass of the
other. She would be just like that female bitch, rutting there in the living room, letting
Spike push her around with that thick muscled furred body of his as she lay there and
enjoyed the sensation of being fucked.
The German shepherd growled, anxious to get back to his hot, pulsing treasure. Sister
Katherine sucked in a deep breath and held it until her eyes swam, tucking one leg
under the other and rolling over.
Soon she was on her hands and knees, her big tits hanging sexily from her chest while
her knees sank into the thick piling of the living room rug.
Spike barked three times, moving to her face and licking it, then trotting back to her ass
and sniffing the hot cunt that threatened to boil over at any second.
Sister Katherine scraped her fingertips over the carpeting, wanting to feel something
more now than the tongue, more than his licking tongue drawing across her pussy. She
bobbed her ass around in tight, frantic little circles, her thighs ridging while her arms
began to tremble in expectation of being fucked for the fast time. The tickle down there
was excruciating and now she had her knees apart to give the animal room to mount
her.
Sister Katherine felt one part of her fighting this off, but her need for a long cock in her
"Uh!"
Paws scratched at her ass-cheeks. Then she felt Spike's furry underside brush over the
rounded tops of her ass. In a moment his weight was on her back. Claws scraped her
skin painfully. But Sister Katherine bit her lips and tried to think only of the hunger
throbbing in her pussy. She had her back bowed down, her ass shoved out to make the
angle of her cunt right for him. Was it possible? Could dogs fuck women? And how
was she to know what was right or not?
A thrill filled the young nun. The weight of her large tits pulling on her chest added to
the excitement racing through her body. Her shapely ass moved and dipped while
something brushed up against her ass crack. It was something very hot and very hard.
Sister Katherine sighed. His cock!
"Spike, oh doggie, oh God, do it, do it to me, fuck me!"
Her cunt was so hot she thought it would fry the animal's cock once it slipped into her.
Flashes of delight and joy shot through the nun's reeling mind as she prepared herself
for the big luck. Her excitement was at a keen pitch.
Could she go this far, however? Was that whispering little voice in her strong enough
to fight off all those years of Catholic training?
"Yessss!"
Sister Katherine felt a little of it now, felt his red cock penetrating shallowly at first. She
started to crawl forward, bumping her head against the wall. Spike growled and
followed with some difficulty, resting his head in the valley between her jutting shoulder
blades.
Sister Katherine was perspiring heavily under the weight and warmth of all that fur
against her flesh. She was long past caring, long past worrying about what the Church
would think of her after this was over. The young nun fucked back, widening her
thighs, feeling her ass drop an inch or two. Spike's forelegs tightened around her chest,
squeezing the air from her lungs while he started licking her frenziedly behind both
ears, wetting down her short hair.
She could feel it now! Oh yes, she could feel his dog-cock sliding all the way in, poking
against her cherry now, wanting to get all the way in. Once more the nun had second
thoughts about letting this happen. She could feel the pressure of his pointy cock meat
knocking against her sacred membrane. She had been very proud of her cherry, the one
thing she could offer Christ, she thought, in those long hours in the convent. And now
she was going to defile herself, let herself become fucked by this dog and have him tear
that sacred veil from her body.
"Uhhhhh, oh God!"
But then those thoughts were interrupted by the sheer power and delight stabbing
through her body. Spike was bringing her pleasure, more pleasure than she had ever
experienced before!
Wagging her ass from side to side, feeling the animal's sharp claws scraping over her
flesh, Sister Katherine decided to let the dog have it his way. She ground her teeth
together, waiting for the killing blow that would slice through her cherry and make her
a woman.
It came with the third lunge, the animal's forelegs tightening once again around her
chest white his powerful doggie hips pushed in and downward. It was as if someone
had stabbed her with a blade, Sister Katherine thought, keeping her torso up even
though her elbows started to give way under the pain. Thank goodness, she thought,
the dog's cock was pointy, not blunt nosed like a man's. It had penetrated her more
easily, ripped her cherry to pieces with more surgical skill. There was still the pain of
having the membrane torn.
But then flashing lights filled her brain as Spike's cock slipped all the way into her. All
the way!
The nun sighed happily, not caring about anything right now except that wonderful
animal topping her, poking her, fucking her!


Chapter 5

"Ooooooh, fuck me, doggie! Oh yes, yes, do it to me! Slip that cock into me and fuck
me!" Sister Katherine cried.
The big German shepherd sank his cock-meat all the way into her cunt.
Sister Katherine cried out again, clawing the rug while Spike growled happily and
squeezed more of his doggie cock meat into her. She loved it, loved the sensation of
being topped like this, of having the animal holding her so hard, making her sweat
while he shoved his cock meat into her.
Fucking. Animal fucking. It was too much for her to stand!
Sister Katherine forgot about her cousin, about the unpleasant task she had come down
here for. All that mattered was that delightful stinging sensation going on in her pussy,
making her cry out and pant more readily as the animal continued pumping his ass
against hers. Every fuck thrust made her ass tremble with the force of the blow while
his hind legs scrambled around behind her.
The rising heat in her cunt made Sister Katherine move more frantically, whimpering,
her belly tightening until it cramped with pain. She swiveled her ass, pressing her ass
against the big dog behind her while obscene pictures of what she and the animal were
doing skipped through her mind.
Dog fucking! Dog fucking!
She, a nun, was bent over this way on her hands and knees, fucking this animal as if he
were her lover!
This was real! Reality was pleasant enough with the animal fucking her pussy. Sister
Katherine let out another roaring cry, her body tensing, getting ready for her first big
cum.
Every time the dog curled his body forward, sliding more of his cock into her, Sister
Katherine was amazed there was more of it to shove into her body. Joy flashes from her
clit rose past the wonderful fullness in her cunt hole, making her stiff nipples twitch in
time to the beating of her heart. As the dog ground against her harder, she felt his long
cock meat reaching deeper.
Sister Katherine moaned more loudly now, her need for oxygen making her gasp with
every forward fuck thrust. The big dog dug his claws into her cheeks, forcing her
rolling hips to slam back against his. The nun could hear herself sobbing as if she were
another person. The roaring in her head all merged with the swelling tension in her
body.
She ground her clit against him, loving the sensation of tingling stretching in her cunt
and the steady beat of his cock head nudging her womb. Every bump of his cock meat
against her sent the feeling higher and higher.
Sister Katherine felt herself stretching thin, drawing her out like a fine golden wire. She
was vibrating inside, salty sweat dripping from her body as she neared the point of no
return.
"Uhhhhhh... ooooooh!"
Was that her? Was that her cry, that wail, sounding more and more like a dog? Sister
Katherine shook her head, the perspiration burning into her eyes and mouth. She
moved her ass around in broader circles, feeling his cock stirring her insides like some
giant spoon. How those little bumps on his cock meat were tickling her, making her
cunt walls buckle down and convulse against his sliding cock.
The mass of tension was becoming more and more gripping, her belly seeming to swell
like a balloon. She pushed down internally, her burning asshole pouting outward. Sister
Katherine flexed her ass as she felt the animal shoving up against it.
"Ohhhh, now, boy, now... oh God, God, fucked, fucked by... a dog!"
Sister Katherine was sobbing, the insides of her thighs chilling and burning as more
cunt juice squished from her cunt hole and dripped over the animal's balls. The nun felt
her body turning into a melting mass of excitement, the whirling ball of hunger
threatening to explode at any second.
She tossed her hips with wild abandon as the rocking motion of the dog's body against
hers finally pushed the nun over the edge. She felt the heat searing her clit, burning
into her cunt, then exploding like a volcano into her asshole. She let out a deep,
sobbing breath, the pistoning cock still ramming into her.
"No, oh no, doggie. Spike! Yes, oh God, yes, I'm going to... to... ahhhhhhhh!"
Sister Katherine couldn't finish the sentence. The world blanked out for her, the room
slipping from her mind as the hard, heavy jolt of her cum took over all reason.
Catastrophic waves of delight shot through her body, making her feel sensations she
had never even dreamed existed. She cried out, her arms trembling, then collapsing.
Pressing one cheek against the floor, the confused, wild nun jerked and twitched as if
someone had touched her with a live wire. Spike held onto her, drilling his cock meat
into her, his head still flat against her shoulder blades. Sister Katherine felt herself
collapsing to the floor, her climax sapping her of strength and will. In a moment she
was kicking out with one leg, biting at the carpeting and clawing through the piling as
the massive thrusts of her ripped through her pussy.
Spike was next, howling, sending streamers of white hot cum into her sucking cunt
hole. Sister Katherine felt her cunt walls grip down on his cock at least twice for every
rope like cum shot from his pointy cock knob.
Cumming! It was as delightful as the young girls had told her. She could understand
why they had fallen if they felt anything like this with their boyfriends. Sister Katherine
milked at the bucking rod of the dog's cock, bouncing up and down while her tits
jiggled and slapped against one another.
Cumming! What a beautiful thing to have happened, and right here, here under her
cousin's roof!
"Oooooooh, doggie, doggie" Sister Katherine babbled, milking the shooting cock,
twitching and jerking, a screaming slave to her body as she came. Slowly, gradually, the
young nun came down from her sexual high, her body slumping to the floor while the
dog rode her until the last of his doggie jizz shot into her cunt hole. It had been
wonderful, mind searing.
Sister Katherine felt her climax go on and on even after Spike had withdrawn his pointy
cock from her cunt hole and trotted over to one corner to lick himself soft. The last
thing she knew for the moment was that the most wonderful cock had fucked her, had
torn her away from the Church and the religious life that had begun to haunt and
depress her.
The nun had no idea how long she'd been slumped on the floor. Pushing herself from
the carpeting, brushing the short hair from her eyes, she saw from the grandfather
clock in front of her that nearly one hour had gone by since Spike had... had seduced
her. Sister Katherine was sitting up now, her legs half crossed, a smile on her face.
Seduced? That wasn't quite the word. But then again, rape wasn't quite it either. It was
a combination somewhere between the two.
Holding her head, she felt something like guilt start to depress her. Pushing it away,
Sister Katherine rose from the floor. No. She wouldn't let that feeling overwhelm her.
Not just yet. She had so many things to sort out. This... this episode would have to be
studied.
Sister Katherine put one hand to her forehead and concentrated to steady herself. Time
was running out on her. She now knew the feelings other women, less religious than
she, had. They were wonderful. All these years that she had been kneeling before the
cross had been... well, wasted wasn't the word she wanted, but the one that little
whispering voice sneered at her.
She had her cousin to think of. Ginger, this farm, the news that the convent would be
divesting itself of its interests and selling out. Ginger could buy it, if she chose. The
price was more than fair. But... still it seemed like a terrible amount to pay, considering
Ginger had spent all her life taking care of the farm.
"No!"
Spike pulled his head up from his crotch and stared at her. She shook a warning finger
at him, more sure of herself than before. The fear was gone. Both of them knew that.
She had to clean herself and dress and ready her mind for the unpleasant task ahead.
The animal whimpered, watching her full, white ass-cheeks rubbing against one another
as she ascended the stairs.
Showering quickly, she had just slipped back into the long black robes distinguishing
her order when Sister Katherine heard the sound of Ginger's station wagon crunching
over the loose gravel before the ranch house. She peered down and saw her cousin
swinging her long white legs from the car. Again she wished she could have that
freedom, that wonderful liberty to wear clothes like that and entice men. How much
fun it would be to do something with a man now, something just as exciting and...
The pressure of the rosary against her legs brought her thoughts back to the present.
She was still a member of the church, one who had fallen, certainly, but still a bride of
Christ. She would have to confess this, although Sister Katherine seriously wondered if
there was a priest on this planet who would absolve her. Sighing, she let the curtain slip
from her fingertips, straightening herself and trying to prepare a speech for the news
she was about to drop on Ginger.
"Hi! Wow, the town's going to pieces!
They're having a rodeo day tomorrow dancing and all, and the place is just impossible
to walk through!" Ginger bubbled, walking into Sister Katherine's room after knocking.
"But I suppose you wouldn't like all the excitement."
Oh yes I would, Sister Katherine said to herself, smiling wanly and sitting on the edge
of the bed. No. She couldn't tell Ginger now. Her cousin was bubbling about all the
exciting events going on in the valley. It was obviously the one thing around this hard
working community everyone had fun at. She would have loathed to have dampened
Ginger's spirits to tell her about Mother's plans. There was time. The dance, she said,
was tomorrow evening. When the festivities were over, she would tell Ginger. There
would be enough time to work out the details. God only knows, the longer she stayed
here, the more reluctant Sister Katherine was to go back to the convent and stare at
those pale, unsmiling faces.
"We'll go over the figures tonight, if you wish," Ginger said. "They'll be in order. I
think you'll find I've made some progress this year. There's even a profit, Sister!
"Carol," Sister Katherine said, raising one finger in correction.
"Carol," Ginger said, swallowing a bit. It was difficult calling a nun by a first name.
"We'll see. I'm a little tired. If not tonight, then perhaps tomorrow afternoon or
morning. It won't take long, really, and then you'll be able to go back with a glowing
report."
Go back? Was Ginger trying to get rid of her? How could she blame her cousin,
especially considering the death like appearance she must make in her black robes. Too
bad Ginger didn't come home earlier and surprise her rutting in heat with the German
shepherd, bent over, her ass pierced by his strong knobby cock. What a surprise would
have crept over her cousin's face then!
The two talked amicably about the past, Ginger excusing herself for dinner preparations
while Sister Katherine ostensibly busied herself with evening prayers. Ginger was
babbling about the new horses they had just purchased for studding when a sharp
knock on the door startled both women.
"It must be Hank. The new foreman," Ginger explained, unconsciously patting her hair
before opening the door.
Standing there, Sister Katherine thought, was the most handsome, muscular man she
had ever seen. And there she was sitting in virgin robes unable to express her
excitement. Lowering her eyes, the nun fingered her rosary, feeling again the sensation
that she had wrongly chosen her vocation.
"Sorry, Ginger, but the boys wanted me to check up on some chores to be done at
sunup tomorrow," he said, looking curiously at Sister Katherine.
While her cousin examined them, Sister Katherine felt as if she were melting through
the chair. He was talking to her, to her cousin, having quickly forgotten some dried up
withered old nun useless to everyone except her stern faced God. Sister Katherine
shuddered, knowing that was heresy to think like that. But she had heard something
approximating those words on a television show once, and they had stuck.
"Isn't he dreamy? But I'm sorry, Carol. I... I shouldn't talk like that in front of you."
Sister Katherine smiled weakly, patting her cousin's hand and feeling frustration tear
through her. If only Ginger knew. If only anyone knew. Well, she sighed, at least there
was Spike. He seemed to understand even now, resting there under the table, his head
on his front paws, his eyes moving from Ginger to the nun, then back to Ginger once
more. Secretively, Sister Katherine stole a glance at her cousin, wondering if there were
some way, some manner she could slip from her room and...
"Well, I have some accounts to look over. You can sit with me and help, if you want,"
Ginger suggested.
But the nun begged fatigue and retired from the kitchen after having helped with the
dishes. Spike stood up as she passed, sniffing at the musk smelling robes and
whimpering softly.
Later, perhaps, she thought, pulling herself up the stairs and slipping into her room.
There was shouting off in the distance, sounds she recognized as male voices. Was one
of them Hank's?
Turning down the lights, Sister Katherine pulled aside the curtains and stared out the
window. Yes, she could see him slapping men on the back after having handed out the
chore assignments for the morning. He was scratching the back of his head, his broad
hat off. Then, for some reason, he turned abruptly and stared at the house right at her
window, it seemed.
Sister Katherine dropped the curtain from her fingertips, gasping at having been
caught. She put one hand over her heart, backing from the window while feeling that
warm, moist feeling in her cunt creep on her once again. She moved away from the
window, keeping to the wall, her ass flattening against the plaster. If only she could do
something with herself, make herself into another person, just for one evening, feel
what a woman feels...
Sister Katherine felt those tears of rage and frustration creep over her as she slowly
undressed, accidentally pulling open one bureau drawer and finding herself staring wide
eyed at what she saw. A small, revealing electric blue bikini curled in the corner of the
drawer like a small animal. She stood there in her cotton drawers and bra
wondering...wondering if she had the courage to...
Quickly she stripped off the unflattering undergarments, picking up the silken bikini
and tying the tiny strings over each hip. She was trembling, shaking as if she were
dressing in front of a horny man. Just the touch of something this shamefully daring
against her pussy made the young nun feel as if she had mutated into something far
different from the woman who had left the church two days ago. Then she had felt
heavy, depressed, old.
But now... now she felt tingly and excited. Though she had had an orgasm not so many
hours before with that dog, she felt hungry for more affection, a man's affection.
Sex! Fucking! The thoughts were jumbling together now, banging up against one
another as she sat there wondering what she should do now. There was Hank. Sister
Katherine stood up, pushing her hair behind her shoulders and peering out the
window. There was a light on in a room over the barn. Hank's room, she was telling
herself.
He was there, alone, thinking about a woman, about her cousin, doubtless, as she
remembered that look in her eye. But if she came up there, somewhat disguised in
makeup, he would never guess it was she who had been sitting there dour and silent.
She would be the mystery woman, someone who would come in the night then
disappear !
The more she thought on it, the more she liked the idea. Sister Katherine had the tiny
top against her large tits now, reaching around and tying the string between the two
patches of satin. She felt her nipples pushing out against the covering. Perhaps she was
talking on too much this time. Perhaps... she should think over what the consequences
could be, doing something rash with a man she knew nothing about. She was only
fooling herself to think he would even like her, let alone want to do something with
her.
But. . dark forces were at work in the young nun's psyche. She stood in front of the
mirror now, turning around, sucking in her flat stomach until it made a small cave
under her ribs. She realized how petite she was when remembering Hank's muscular
body. Stealing some makeup from Ginger's drawer, Sister Katherine painted her lips,
highlighted her eyes, pulled back her hair and tied it coyly with a pink ribbon. There..
there was no way he could recognize her as the nun sitting in the kitchen an hour ago.
Cracking the door open, Sister Katherine stepped bare footed into the hallway. The
light was still on below. She could see a shadow pass every now and then in front of it,
guessing it was her cousin Ginger still at work on the books.
Tip-toeing down the stairs, she waited until her cousin had slipped into the kitchen to
get something to drink. Quickly Sister Katherine rushed through the living room,
slipping to the porch, then ducking around the side of the house and running until she
felt herself free from Ginger's view. What lengths her desire for sex were taking her to!
Hesitating again, Sister Katherine walked in the shadows, listening to that tiny voice
once more. She was turning from a blameless nun to a... a whore! That was the word
for it. And what was worse was that Sister Katherine felt little guilt about what was
happening to her.


Chapter 6

She padded barefoot across the courtyard. A light breeze lifted her hair as she eased
into the barn, closing the door behind her as she searched the cavernous building for
the stairs leading to Hank's room.
"Oh!"
The sounds coming from her right startled the nun, making her fear a man was there,
spying on her, about to laugh at her... or rape her.
Squinting her eyes, Sister Katherine saw immediately she was wrong. It was one of
those horses, she guessed, her cousin had purchased for the purpose of studding. Sister
Katherine paused, feeling suddenly so terribly naked in front of this peering beast. He
was staring at her, shaking his powerful head while moving back in his stall. Overhead
she could hear walking – the dulled sounds of Hank walking in his room. She ducked
into the shadows, crossing her arms over her tits and hugging her body as she
continued to stare at the animal. He was looking at her, evaluating her, studying her as
if... as if she were his mare.
His mare, just as she had been Spike's bitch. The thought crossed her mind, making
her shiver as she contemplated the animal and wondered if there were something she
could do with him. Women and horses. She had heard vague stories about those sorts
of things back in high school when she and Ginger were more wild. But here she stood,
her fingers as iced as when the German shepherd had drawn his tongue over her cunt.
And she was dressed the part as well, a painted slut.
Sister Katherine eyed the ceiling, then walked to the first stall where the black stallion
was. He moved back a little, startled at first at her advance. But Sister Katherine talked
softly, raising one hand and petting him gently across his head. Immediately she had a
friend. He pushed forward, rubbing his nose against her tits.
"There, boy. Oh, if only I knew your name," she said, feeling her nipples standing up
straight against her patch bikini top. It felt good, really good! Her feet were sinking
comfortably into the soft hay underneath while she felt her breathing becoming terribly
erratic. A horse! A horse doing this to her!
She petted the animal, stepping back then and opening his stall. Sister Katherine had
no idea what to do now, but the desire to have sex somehow with this beautiful,
magnificent beast grew in her. She felt her cunt tingling once more as if a thousand
little claws were scratching at her slick cunt-walls. She held her breath, leaning against
the horse. She could hardly swallow while her heart felt heavy as it pounded against her
chest. Sister Katherine could hardly believe the hunger she felt now as she leaned
heavily against the horse, wanting him to touch her somehow with his tongue, with
anything.
"Ohhhhh!" It was going to be very hard to be good and go back to the convent again,
Sister Katherine thought as she stroked her fingers lovingly, caressingly along the
animal's powerful sides. She could feel the heat radiating through the thin, sexy
material of Ginger's bikini. Her crotch panel was growing damp, quickly becoming
soaked by her flowing pussy juices.
Fucking! Fucking with this magnificent animal! How her heart pounded more wildly as
she thought about it.
She was as mindless as Spike standing there, swaying drunkenly from left to right while
looping one arm around the stallion's neck and steadying herself. Sister Katherine
rubbed her tits again against the horse's sides, feeling her flesh crawl. In front of her,
the animal began pawing the loose straw in his stall. She could feel his flesh quivering,
actually shivering against hers as he tossed his head and shook his mane. The
whinnying would awaken Hank, she feared, soothingly caressing the beast's sides,
telling him to be quiet while she racked her brain to think of something to do.
Sister Katherine felt the ribs under his warm flesh. She swallowed hard, moving her
hands back, walking toward the rear of the stall while still keeping her fingers in touch
with the stallion's flesh. She loved the rounded curves of his body, the sheen of his
black coat under the yellow overhead lights. She traced those curves longingly, slowly,
rubbing her cheek against the animal's sides while feeling her knees start to wobble and
grow weak once again. It was as she was trying to steady herself that Sister Katherine
saw something that took her breath away. She felt shock race through her while her
cunt lips puckered shut, a tingly ache pushing through her clit.
She had been fucked by Spike. But this... this cock dangling from the animal's
hindquarters was too much to take. Her eyes focused on the long, thick black cock
starting to stretch, unwrinkle in front of her. Sister Katherine knew enough about life
to know what was going on in the horse's mind. She had excited him by touching him
that way, cooing to him in that way. And now... and now he was expecting her to
follow through with action on her part.
"Oh, I can't... I... I can't" she whispered, drawing closer to his cock.
She had never seen a cock that big in her life! Not even in those sex education books
had she seen organs of that size. It would be impossible now for her to... to take it in
her cunt. But... there was something else, something she had heard the girls she'd
counseled talk about that might satisfy both the animal and her.
Sister Katherine reached around, pulling down the tiny halter that covered her nipples.
Next came the bottoms, all sweaty damp from her drooling pussy. Stepping from the
briefs, the young nun felt a delicious quiver sting through her pussy. She felt herself
completely freed of the vows she had taken four years ago at the foot of the altar, her
mind now on that long, meaty black cock dangling from between the big horse's
hindquarters.
He whinnied, shaking his head once more, his mane ruffling while he pawed his right
hoof nervously against the loose hay. Sister Katherine moved one hand back along the
taut underbelly of the animal until her fingers were touching his coconut sized balls. He
snorted, twisting his head around and looking down at the naked, hot nun.
Sister Katherine slipped her fingers down, down until they were brushing up against
the fat base of his black cock. She had never thought animals could have something
that big for... for fucking. How would something that size fit into her cunt?
Shaking the thought off, the nun curled her fingers around his cock, starting to move
them up and down. She felt that steely inner core start to quiver under her massaging
grip, her knees sinking into the soft floor hay as she continued jacking off the big
animal.
The stallion pawed the floor once more, in growing excitement. Sister Katherine could
hear him and was pleased, glad she was able to excite the beast considering she had had
such little experience in such things. Her fingers worked deftly back and forth, growing
slippery now as more hot cock oil oozed from the stallion's piss slit and seeped down
his cock.
Sister Katherine moaned, feeling her body growing hot and very light as her fingers
worked the beast's cock faster and faster. She wanted to do more. She wanted to have
his cock in her, stretching her taut cunt walls while it scratched over her clit. Stopping
for a moment, the nun felt his cock jerking and twitching in her hand. The stallion
whinnied in protest, wanting her to get on with it.
"Oh, sorry, boy, so sorry! I'm gonna make you feel real good!" Sister Katherine
whispered, moving her fingers up and down more rapidly once again. She could hear
him neighing above her when a wild, insidious thought struck her. Cock sucking the
horse!
Sister Katherine thought about it for one moment, then hardened her mind against any
arguments her better half might come up with to fight her decision. She slid her knees a
little farther under the animal's belly, eyeing him carefully, making sure he didn't stop
over her thighs and legs. Her fingers were starting to flutter teasingly around the beast's
cock and balls. He was whinnying again, moving back, crashing his ass against the back
of the stall while bobbing his head up and down. She knew he wanted that feeling back
again, that sensation of her fingers working up and down his cock.
Sister Katherine gripped his cock firmly, bending it slightly toward her while twisting
her head up and around. Sticking out her tongue, she let his black double lobed cock
head rest on her lower lip, then slowly pushed her head forward until she felt her lips
stretching around the circumference of his cock meat. It was so hot... so very hot, but it
made her feel so good, so free, so... so sexy!
Sister Katherine kept his cock head on her tongue for a moment, licking into the small
crack, then down until it was massaging the underside tube through which his jizz
would soon shoot. The animal's eyes widened his ears twitching madly while his tail
jerked from side to side. From his uneven snorting, she guessed he was taken totally by
surprise by this wonderful, hot feeling around his cock. He stood still, his sides heaving
mightily and shivering while Sister Katherine continued licking and sucking at his cock.
She slid her knees up a little farther, her head bobbing up and down, her short hair
dancing around her narrow shoulders while she used both hands now to help suck the
beast off. Sister Katherine folded her fingers just in front of her lips, working them over
the spit slicked cock while she continued moving her mouth up and down, up and
down over the animal's cock.
"Mmmmmmmmmm!"
The animal let out another whinny, his fore legs trembling while his tail jerked up high
in the air. She caught sight of that move and knew he was going to cum. It was an
instinctive bit of knowledge, one that startled the young nun as she kept her head
bobbing up and down against his tasty prick. How her jaws hurt as they spread farther
apart for his cock. The beast snorted heavily now, jerking his powerful big head from
side to side as Sister Katherine's mouth tightened around the beast's cock.
She thought of the dog, of Hank, of all the fantasies she had ever had in all her life as
she flicked her tongue like an experienced whore around the horse's cock. She could
feel the cock pole in her mouth start to jerk and throb against the insides of her puffed
out cheeks. Her tongue laved over the bottom side of the animal's cock, exciting him
more and more until he was about to cum.
That was when Sister Katherine pulled her mouth away, holding the beast's throbbing
thing lightly between her fingers. She could see the head shining with her spit, actually
pulsing between her thumb and forefinger while the piss slit suddenly opened wide. A
spasm shook the full length of the horse's cock. And in an instant a long rope like wad
of jizz shot from his piss slit, spattering against the straw on the floor.
It was all the nun could do to keep her senses as she watched the stallion's glob of
white hot jizz arch from his cock head and splash between her legs. Another came, and
then another, all in quick succession as the animal stomped and shivered, moving back
and forth in the stall. Sister Katherine thought several times he would trample her. But
she remained under the big beast, stroking his cock meat, licking his balls at times to
encourage more spunk to come shooting from his cock meat and spatter between her
thighs.
She liked watching him cum. It was marvelous watching that horrible, wonderful big
horse shooting his cum load like that, his powerful sides heaving while his nostrils
shrank and quivered with the power of his cum.
"Ohhhhhh..."
Finally the animal had finished with his climax. He lowered his head, licking his black,
rubbery lips while his breathing returned to normal. Sister Katherine let out a sigh,
letting go of his fat, black shrinking cock reluctantly. She was still unsatisfied. She had
watched him cum so hard, and still she still felt the itchy heat prickling her cunt,
making her cunt walls tremble as if they were suffering from some sort of fit. He
couldn't fuck her, at least, without some help. But his tongue...
Sister Katherine crawled out from under the beast on all fours, scrambling to her feet
and walking quickly to the front of the horse. She stroked his handsome head, pressing
her feverish cheek against his snout while cooing to the big stallion.
"You're so beautiful, so wonderful, and now you're going to help me out the way I
helped you," she whispered, stroking his head, then turning around. "Come on, boy,
come on and lick me. I wanna feel that tongue up my ass! I wanna feel that thing
rubbing against my... my cunt!"
She had her ass toward him, her hands resting on her knees while she bent forward as
if she were going to take a shit. Sister Katherine wasn't sure if he would be attracted to
her now, especially after he had just finished cumming. She had read how men quickly
satisfy them selves, leaving the woman to shift as best she could. Men, perhaps. But
maybe horses were different. They certainly were much kinder and loving, she thought.
Sister Katherine continued to bend her ass, keeping it prancing high for the big animal
behind her. The stallion hesitated only for one moment more then moved forward, his
hoofs almost touching the nun's feet. She could hear him now behind her, hear that
snorting kind of breathing while he sniffed at her pussy. Could it be she was right?
Could it be he was still interested in her cunt, even though he had shot so hard seconds
earlier?
Sister Katherine felt his tongue brushing up against her flesh. She closed her eyes,
shivers of unspeakable delight racing through her body and making her cunt walls
contract. The young nun bobbed her ass up and down excitedly, breathing with sharp,
whimpering sounds through her nostrils.
It was good, really good having his tongue doing all those marvelous things to her. It
was far more strong and broad than the dog's, although it didn't have the finesse
Spike's had. The third lick nearly knocked her forward onto her face and Sister
Katherine spread her legs a little farther apart, grabbing her ankles now and bobbing
her ass invitingly in front of the animal's face. He stepped out of his stall a little,
dropping his head and drawing his tongue sloppily over her cunt a fourth time.
"Ooooooooh!"
Sister Katherine felt herself coming unglued.
Her face reddened, her nose flattening against one thigh while she peered between her
shaking legs and saw the horse's body so very close to hers. His panting breath against
her spit dampened cunt was more exciting than anything she had felt so far. Her legs
shivered, the knees threatening to buckle once more as the itchy, achy sensation in her
pussy grew more and more concentrated. The stallion was snorting into her pussy now,
sniffing around, pushing his broad, black nostrils against her cunt while licking down
into it.
How Sister Katherine wished Ginger or Hank were here to help her, hold her, position
her so the beast could work his fat hunk of cock meat into her cunt.
"Ooooooooh...oh God, God, horsie, do it! Ohhhhhh, yes, yes, lick meeeeeee!"
Sister Katherine wobbled, flashes of heat licking up her ridged thighs while juice oozed
from her furry cunt slit, wetting down her knees, her ankles. Her face reddened
furiously while her mouth opened and let out low moans. She licked her parched lips,
feeling a wild pulse of excitement shoot through her. It was killing her. She gasped in
air to feed her body, and the sensation was killing her. Sister Katherine knew she was
going to cum, and cum hard.
The horse, the barn, everything around her was contributing to the wild sense of
excitement that had turned her into some animal in heat!
She felt her cunt tightening while a strange kind of chilly heat singed through her.
Now. Now. She was going to cum now, and nothing in the world could stop her. Not
even Mother's appearance at the stall gate frowning and pointing could stop her from
taking the horse's tongue in her cunt.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Her clit shrank back at the touch of the horse's tongue, throbbing mightily while her
cunt walls slapped together in an itchy spasm. She was cumming! Sister Katherine dug
her fingernails into her knees, shaking and frothing as if she were rabid, feeling her
body convulse as climax assailed her in one uncontrollable frenzy.
She could hardly control herself as she wobbled in front of the licking stallion, listening
to the slick, clicking sounds of his tongue against her pussy. She ground her teeth
against one another, managing to stay upright until the final spasms of her climax had
ebbed. Then, with a sigh, the nun sank to the floor, burying her fingers in her rich,
throbbing cunt thicket and feeling the dying spasms of her swollen cunt meat.
She giggled hysterically, the power of her cunt overwhelming her. How, she wondered,
would she ever be able to don the nun's robe without thinking of what a hypocrite she
was? I will try, Sister Katherine thought, smiling as she slowly rubbed one thumb over
her clit and smiled at the sensation.


Chapter 7

Ginger had wondered about her cousin from the moment she had come to the farm.
There seemed to have been something on her mind, something she wanted to tell her.
And now... and now she was becoming almost secretive about something. Nuns were
that way, she told herself. But something told the woman Sister Katherine was up to
something that had little to do with Church devotions.
It was during the late afternoon of the third day of Sister Katherine's stay that Ginger
tossed discretion to the winds. She was feeling more and more uneasy each time the
dog walked by nosing her, pressing his cold snout up against her thigh, and her being
able to do nothing about it. She would sit there in the kitchen, racking her brain, trying
to think of some place she could be alone with Spike and not worry about her cousin
suddenly appearing.
Finally Ginger realized she would just have to take a chance if she didn't want to go
mad with her growing frustration. Sister Katherine had come here and had done
nothing but... well, sit around and pray, it seemed. In the interim, she had been trying
to organize the books and present them to her. This afternoon Her Holiness finally sat
down with them, perching her steel rimmed round eyeglasses on her nose and going
over them in detail. That, Ginger thought, would keep her occupied for at least the next
four to five hours. She had planted Sister Katherine in poppa's study, providing her
with refreshments that would last certainly until dinner. Then they would discuss
business. In the interim, however, Ginger found she had plenty of spare time.
Leaving her cousin, Ginger felt shakier than usual, not herself at all. And there,
standing by the doorway to the kitchen, was Spike, his tail in the air, his eyes glittering
with expectant excitement while the fur bristled around his neck. She knew he knew.
She could see he was aroused, excited, wanting her the way she wanted him.
"Come on, boy, come on, Spike. It's been too long. Come on!" she whispered, checking
to make certain the study door was closed, then clapping her hands together lightly and
rushing to the stairs.
She laughed, sitting on the first step and holding her hands out to the big animal. He
jumped onto her, licking her face, putting his forepaws possessively on her thighs and
tits, scratching her flesh delightfully while his bushy tail swept teasingly over her feet.
Ginger rose, feeling shaky, but delightfully so. She pulled herself up, the dog running
ahead of her up the stairs to her room. Good old Spike. He was far more interested in
her than her former boyfriends had been after dating her for some time. Of course, that
was because she had mentioned marriage, the one thing that could send a man
scurrying for cover. Marriage. Ginger frowned, wondering if something like that would
ever happen to her as she opened the door and let Spike trot in.
Carefully she closed and locked the two of them inside, watching as the animal pranced
nervously around the brightly-lit bedroom. Outside, she could hear tractors humming
in the distance. Hank and his crew. What she wouldn't have given to have him in here
now.
Ginger spread her legs for the anxious dog, her body quivering as she felt the heat
begin to rise between her splayed thighs. She felt the hot seep of her cunt juices, the
hunger burning inside her. She wanted that touch, the touch of something outside
herself against her pussy.
Next to her, she could hear Spike squealing, pawing the bed. He was teasing her, dilling
to her and then not jumping up and taking advantage of her. She could understand
that. Some of her earlier boyfriends were like that. Ginger smiled wanly, rubbing the
backs of her naked legs against the coverlet and feeling the material gathering under
her ass.
Oh, how hard she was breathing now, rubbing her sweaty damp palms against her
thighs. She felt her nipples become thick, tumid nubs that wanted to be licked. With a
frustrated groan Ginger beat her legs against the mattress, calling to the dog while
stretching her arms wide for him.
"Spike, please, please come to Ginger! Oh God, how I need you!"
It was a plaintive cry, one the dog heard and understood immediately. He jumped up,
drool from his tongue dripping onto her belly as he licked up and down and all around
in hot expectation. Ginger bucked at the touch of his maw, her legs kicking apart while
she wallowed her shoulder blades against the crushed pillow behind her. She had waited
all this time for him, and she wasn't going to rush things. Sister Katherine would be
tied up in there for hours, and she indeed would be tied up in here.
Ginger reached down, guiding him up, rewarding the dog with a tiny scratch behind
both ears when he started to lick the rounded bottoms of her tits. Just the teasing touch
of his maw there made her nipples twitch and thicken even more. Tensing her thighs,
arching her spine, Ginger pulled the animal's head up even more, giving herself
completely up to him. She hooked her left leg up and petted her toes against his back,
feeling him push against her in return. It was happening, and happening just as she had
day dreamed it would! Spike was back in her bed, back where he belonged while she
rutted there freely under him.
"Oh, Spike, you naughty, naughty dog! Oh, it's so good having you here!"
Ginger laughed freely, kicking her legs high in the air once again, feeling as if a
tremendous weight had been lifted from her shoulders. She gasped his name again and
again, holding him, running her fingers through his coat and feeling the ticklish hairs
soothing over the sensitive flesh just under her nails.
It was good, so very, very good, feeling him on top of her like that. She loved the
weight, the feel of his claws pricking her flesh while his tongue did so many magical
things to her body. Now he was sanding it over her nipples, licking them up, up from
the surrounding tit flesh until her tits were thick and red and throbbing, ready to be
sucked! Ginger gasped, raising her hands and pinching her nipples, surprised at how
her clit twitched at that light touch.
"Oooooooooooh!"
She closed her eyes, pressing her head back into the pillow behind her while opening
her mouth and letting out a long, cooing sound. It was good, really good, feeling him
touch her nipples, then draw his big sloppy tongue down over her throat, through her
cleavage, down to her belly button once more. Soon her belly seemed slicked with his
saliva, her flesh literally running with it "Ummmmm Spike!"
Again she called his name, babbling with delight and rolling over on her tummy.
Ginger pushed both hands under the pillow, breathing heavily while she wagged her ass
from left to right. She knew he knew she was happy beyond words. The big dog was
bobbing his head around, ticking down between her thighs, pressing his head up until
she could feel those pricked, pointy ears brushing over the rounded bottoms of her ass
cheeks. Ginger dug her knees into the soft mattress, groaning low as his tongue lapped
up into her pussy from behind.
Fucked like that, fucked like a bitch at the gutter!
That's the way she would have him take her now. She would be his bitch, his mate here
in her bedroom. He could ram his pointy, knobby cock into her cunt again and again
from behind while she crouched there on hands and knees, taking it. And there below
was her pious cousin examining the figures for the past year, garbed in those black
robes of hers. Ginger could have laughed. If only Sister Katherine could have guessed
what was going on only inches above her head!
"Spike! Oh God, yes, there. You wonderful dog, there, lick there!"
Ginger could have died from excitement. The titillation was intense, having a
tremendous effect on her. Spike stood over her now, his forelegs braced against her
lower back, his hindquarters on her calves. He nosed around her, wetting her, then
licked his tongue down her back. Ginger let out a shivery moan, her fingers tightening
around the pillow while her feet beat against the bed. Then slowly, surely the woman
raised her ass. She was going to give herself to him completely, let him lick her all
around. Ginger wanted to feel his tongue going in all the way, fucking her before she
let him fuck her with that knobby cock of his.
He seemed to sense her determination, backing away a little, then smoothing his tongue
over her cunt crack again and again until her blonde cunt hairs were dripping with his
spit. It was something that made the woman tremble, her elbows threatening to bow
out and collapse from that tender, sloppy touch of his maw against her cunt slit. She
arched her back more, rising all the way up on her knees to give Spike more licking
room.
Ginger found she was panting and snorting nearly as hard as the dog behind her, the
weight of her tits hanging from her chest making her feel very, very sexy! She swayed
like a drunken bitch from side to side, feeling her tits sway left, then right, then slap
together while the animal kept on lapping at her cunt.
Ginger changed tack, backing into the dog, then raising one leg and stretching it out to
give him more to lick at. She balanced herself in this position, feeling her itchy cunt
membranes stretching with tingly delight as she moved her leg around and around in
small circles.
Oh, how his strong tongue seemed to know all the hot spots in her pussy. He touched
her there again and again, drawing out more cunt juice, then slowly rimming her along
the tense outer labes, finally ending up at the top by her.
How that tiny organ pulsed and throbbed when he touched it! How did dogs know
where that little thing was and what it did? Ginger didn't know, but his licking around
her clit brought more whimpering cries of delight from her. She shook her head
violently. "Tongue fucking!" It was wonderful having her cunt tongue fucked that way,
knowing it was that muscular, growling German shepherd behind her. "Ooooooooh!
Spike, Spike! Do it to me! I want it! Give it to me! Give it to me!"
She was spreading her legs until she could feel the resulting tension peeling apart her
inner cunt lips stickily. The dog pushed at her hungrily, drawing his tongue under her
cunt mound. That touch, that move nearly sent the woman up from the bed and
crashing into the ceiling. Ginger cried out his name again.
She moaned softly once more, then rolled back onto her spine, kicking her legs up and
out and readying herself for his licking in this position.
Spike was growling more and more now, burying his maw in her cunt thicket and
slopping his tongue deep in her cunt. She felt him shoving into her cunt mouth with
his black pointy snout, snuffing and panting in the steamy, soaked flesh. Once more the
woman kicked her right leg out while the tensing thrills built more and more. It was
too much, far too much for her to stand for too long. Ginger knew she would have to
cum or lose consciousness. The tension was driving her wild.
Ginger saw the animal's cock, that wonderful cock that had made her cum so hard
several days ago. She rolled her hips up to the lapping animal, shuddering as she glued
her eyes to that long, thickening thing. He was going to fuck her with it in a moment,
stick his cock in her pussy and drive it home, making her cum against him while he
dumped his load of cum in her pussy. The thought hurried her on to a rushing mini
orgasm, her legs kicking frantically in the air while her hands beat against the licking
dog.
And still and still there was that ache, that need for something to squeeze into her cunt
meat, to stretch her until she squealed for more.
Ginger knew it and pranced her ass for it.
"F-f-f-fuck!"
She cried out with joy and delight, feeling his tongue lapping more quickly up and
down her velvety cunt slit. The dog wagged his powerful hips, more of his red, knobby
cock sliding out. Her cunt hair was clinging together in wet little bunches while Ginger
pushed against the bed with her heels. She shivered, watching the animal slurping
upward through the slippery length of her cunt crack.
And then Spike opened his powerful maw, sinking his teeth lightly into her swollen
pussy meat, the double row of fangs tingling deliciously against her cunt. He shook it
the way he would have shaken a captured rabbit, drawing choked cries of unspeakable
delight from the woman. Ginger arched her back, beating her curled fists against the
mattress while she wallowed her shoulders against the sheets. No more. She could take
no more. She would have to have the beast now, fucking her in the cunt, fucking her so
hard she wouldn't be able to piss for one week.
"Yes, doggie, yesssssss!"
Ginger whipped her legs against the bed, hugging Spike's body with the insides of her
knees as he brought her up, up to the final throbbing hurt. It was a pain so keen that
pleasure boiled from it while her hot juices seeped from her cunt and wet down the
animal's furry muzzle. She could feel his fangs, feel those teeth sinking down into her
cunt, drawing such unspeakable delight from her. Ginger let out another howl,
matching the dog's cries with groans of her own. He was making strange sounds
against the hot swamp of her pussy, licking down deep, burrowing his tongue all the
way.
"No, no, no!"
Somehow the woman managed to keep Spike from bringing her all the way off. She
pushed him away, rolling around in bed once again and getting on her hands and
knees. She wanted to be taken this way, fucked this way, entered from behind and held
like a bitch she was.
Spike needed no more encouragement from Ginger. He leaped on top of her, his
forelegs quickly grabbing the woman and sliding up to her tits while he slid up, his
cock banging against her cunt. In an instant she felt the pricky, pointy end slipping up
against her clit, riding on her thick flowing juices, then finally edging into her tight,
bubbling cunt hole.
"Oooooooooooooooooooh!"
Ginger dropped her head, jerking her body while his fat cock pushed aside the slick,
red swollen meat of her pussy. Ginger bobbed her ass up and down, her full, supple ass
cheeks clenching and unclenching. A small bubble of air escaped from her cunt,
temporarily dislodging Spike's cock. Ginger ground her teeth, shaking her body in
frustration. In. She wanted his cock in, drilling all the way into her, separating her cunt
lips.
"Oooowwwwww!"
Spike recovered quickly, holding onto the rutting woman and drawing his hindquarters
up hard against her thighs. But then something happened completely unexpected,
something that took her breathe away. He had slipped slightly, moving up, driving his
cock into a tight, musky hole that never had had a cock in it at all. Ginger felt him
fucking her ass, pushing his pointy cock into her shitter and grinding his narrow,
powerful hips down all the way.
The woman screamed out again, burying her reddened, flushed face in the pillow while
tearing at the cloth of the case. She shivered, trying to shake the animal off. When that
didn't work, Ginger pulled one hand out from under the pillow, swatting back at the
animal, trying to hit him off. But Spike only growled, tightening his forward grip even
more while growling into one ear threateningly.
"No, no," Ginger gasped, bright yellow lights exploding behind her eyes. "No, Spike!
Wrong! Please, don't fuck me there... don't..."
But the animal continued holding onto her, fucking down deep, working his ass from
side to side and whimpering in confusion. She knew he was wondering why her hot,
wet hole was suddenly grown so tight, so hard to get into. She could feel his body
trembling above hers, the sweep of his tail against her upturned heels as he drove down
harder, licking the back of her neck, fucking her asshole.
Ginger squealed again, the sharp pain radiating out quickly to the outer curves of her
ass. The pain shot down to the backs of her thighs, making the muscles cramp while
she wobbled there on her hands and knees. The agony seared her brain, bringing the
woman slowly down from her sexual high.
Panting, Ginger once more tried shaking the beast from her back, humping her spine
up while jerking forward and banging her forehead against the headboard. Nothing
worked. Spike gripped her like a vise, keeping his cock half buried in her shitter while
pumping his hips rapidly.
She could feel more of his cock meat sliding into her, splitting her ass, halving her.
Something in her ass cramped, making her belly tremble as the animal pulled back,
then drove forward hard once again.
Ginger dropped her forehead against the pillow, muttering softly to herself as she felt
the German shepherd's cock drop into her body.
Oh, God, God, she had wanted fucking, but not this!


Chapter 8

Ginger had resigned herself to getting ass fucked by the hot German shepherd. His
hold on her was far too strong for her to break it.
Gasping in pain, the frantic young blonde woman reached between her thighs and
slipped two fingers into her pussy. She could feel her cunt walls closing down around
her digits, nearly pulling them from the joints while Spike continued prodding her
asshole.
"Spike... uhhhhh, do it to me, fuck me there, fuck me, Spike!"
He had stamina, his claws scraping along her sides, streaking them with long red marks
while he flattened his head between her jutting shoulder blades. She could feel his
shivering haunches working more frenziedly against the backs of her bent legs. Ginger
knew what that meant. He was close, very, very close, to cumming.
The woman shut her eyes, fucking back for all she was worth, growling along with the
fucking German shepherd. Shadow images raced through her mind, pictures of dogs
fucking in packs. She wondered what it would be like trapped in a kennel, the animals
tearing at her clothes, bringing her down into the shitty dirt then fucking her one after
another.
Ginger let loose another howling cry as his pointy cock knifed all the way down into
her shitter, Spike's furry balls pillowing up against her upturned ass. She drew her
elbows in, hugging her body with her upper arms while jerking her ass back and
keeping her fingers wedged into her cunt. That final moment of madness that would
send her off into yelping fits of joy was only a few seconds away.
"Ahhhh... uhhhhhh... ohhhh God!"
And then it happened, that second when Ginger thought the roof had fallen in on her.
She bucked and jerked like a wild mare, nearly tossing the dog off her back while her
ass spasmed painfully, the muscles cinching down in a hard cramp and trapping Spike's
shooting cock. At the same time, Ginger was strumming her clit, pinching the tiny
organ as she felt her pussy convulse in time with her spasming shitter. It was all too
wonderful to be true, a double climax, her shitter and cunt throbbing together while
Spike continued to dump his load of jizz in her asshole.
Another spasm, this one sending Ginger to the mattress, her arms and legs sprawling
out. Somehow the animal managed to hold onto her, angling his body so he could drive
his cock meat straight down into her ass. Ginger cried out, doubling her fists and
beating them against the bed as she felt his cock fire hosing her shitter. It was
disgusting! It was amazing!
She both loathed and loved what was happening to her, all the time wondering just
how much more wonderful the feeling would have been if Spike had fucked her in the
cunt as she had planned.
He continued fucking her, slipping his slim cock meat into her asshole until the last
gobs of jizz spat from his cock meat. Ginger shrugged, feeling him finally easing from
her cum filled asshole.
"Ohhhhh, Spike... Spike."
Ginger moaned into the pillow long after the animal had pulled his shrinking cock
from her shitter and trotted off the bed. She sobbed, shaking her head, wondering if this
was the way her life was going to end. She thought of Hank, of all the signals she
wanted to give him but feared to show. Would he ever realize just how much she
wanted him? Would she ever know a man's caress? Then she fell asleep.
One floor below, Sister Katherine had finished with enough of the figures to see her
cousin had done a marvelous job in managing the farm. It was making more money
than ever, and promised to pay the convent a tidy sum. Surely, she thought, the order
could retain this piece of property. It would certainly serve them better than selling it,
and would also save Carol the decision of whether to buy up the entire land, which
would certainly level her financially, or stand the chance someone else would buy in.
Sister Katherine would talk to Mother, then to the authorities. She was certain with
these figures she could convince them of the error of their thoughts. Surely the various
charities would benefit far more from the farm than from the selling of it.
Sister Katherine lay down her eyeglasses, rubbing her eyes. Ginger had gone upstairs
and had apparently gone to bed. The young nun tapped one end of her pencil against
the oak desk, looking at the blank wall, fighting the warm, glowing feeling inside her.
Not again. Dear Lord, not again, she thought to herself, closing her eyes and breaking
the pencil in half.
She was feeling that arousal once more, hearing that whispering, insinuating voice
telling her to do all sorts of things with her body.
Sister Katherine rose from the desk, pushing her chair in and walking over to the door.
Shutting off the light, she strolled into the living room in search of Spike. No one was
around, not even the dog. Only the steady sound of the grandfather clock broke the
silence.
Then her mind perked, thinking of the horse. It was no more bizarre, she thought, than
what she had done with Spike. There wasn't the satisfaction of being fucked, of course.
But there at least was something.
The young nun walked briskly from the house, feeling her body become alive under her
black flowing robes. No more a nun, she thought. After her talk with Mother she would
leave the order.
"Oh, God, God in heaven, forgive me for my decision, " she whispered, pausing for a
moment as she looked up at the black sky. Clouds had obscured the moon, making her
walk a little perilous. She felt a shiver ripple over her flesh when she lowered her eyes,
knowing she had relinquished her life as a bride of Christ for one that was very
uncertain. She had no trades, no marketable skills she could offer anyone. But Sister
Katherine knew her decision was the right one. How could she ever kneel before the
altar of God, having done what she had, and wanting more?
Moving toward the barn, she felt her mind filled once more with images of the horse.
Pushing the door open and stepping in, the young nun removed her wimple, placing it
carefully on a nearby hook. It would only be once or twice more she would don these
robes again.
Loosening the belt around her robe, Sister Katherine let the material fall from her
shoulders. This evening she had been careful not to wear bra and panties, suffering
through the scratchy sensation of the wool blend against her flesh. She knew, just knew
something like this was going to happen.
Naked!
Glancing at the stallion in front of her, Sister Katherine felt the excitement rise in her.
She moved her hands up her tits, sanding the palms over her nipples as she felt the
sexy, lewd warmth spreading from her taut belly outward to her tits, her cunt, the
sensitive spots between her curling toes. She was breathing more shallowly now, her tits
rising and falling while her knees shivered against one another. The nun was about to
walk to the stall and begin petting the creatures when she heard something above her.
Sister Katherine looked up and saw Hank standing on the stairs above her, his straw
cowboy hat pushed back revealing locks of his black hair. He was staring wide-eyed at
her, a slight smile curling up his thick, sensuous lips.
"Well, I'll be. What the hell's gain' on here, Sister? Ain't you supposed to be prayin' for
our souls or something? Whatcha doin' down there nekked?" Sister Katherine felt her
face flush. She thought about trying to lie out of this situation. But there could be no
decent way out. She was standing there stark naked, her body flushed with excitement
and only a few feet from the horse's stall.
"I... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here. I'll go."
"Wait a sec."
Hank came down the stairs quickly, his boots thudding against the rotting wood.
She felt herself shrinking within her body, wishing there were some hole in which she
could crawl. Would he throw this up to her? Oh, she could just imagine the laughter
going around the ranch when they found out, a nun, getting on her hands and knees
for a horse! The screams of outrageous joy would last for days and possibly reach the
convent.
"You didn't come here for me. You would've been up there," he said thoughtfully,
scratching his beard, then looking suspiciously at the stallion pawing the loose hay in
his stall. "You plannin' to do something with him?"
Sister Katherine blushed, covering her tits and cunt with her arms and bands as best
she could. She stepped away, eyeing her robe. "Please, Hank.. Just let me go. It was a
terribly mistake," she said in a small voice, feeling herself shrinking even smaller.
"Oh, no you don't. You don't come in here and parade around like that, especially
when you're what you are, unless you gimme and explanation," he said, his big paw
like hands gripping her shoulders tightly. Sister Katherine felt her heart sink to the
floor. "'Now, "fess up. What did you come in here for?"
I can't, Sister Katherine groaned, lowering her eyes.
"Well, I'll be... you're fuckin' around with him, and I been up there, jerking my cock
meat, wantin' a fuckin' cunt for my cock."
The words sent chills rushing through her. His fingers seemed to burn through her
flesh, setting her bones on rue. Sister Katherine saw things were taking a completely
different course now. There wasn't the accusing glint in Hank's eyes she thought she
would see. There was only mild amusement, some disappointment, and a whole lot of
something else that made her shiver. She felt his fingers tightening around her
shoulders, the nails digging into her flesh as he drew her toward him. Her arms fell to
her sides as she tilted her head back. A man!
A strong, handsome, vital man was drawing her forward, bending down, wanting her
even though he knew what she had been doing. The thought made her mind spin
dizzyingly around and around while her toes curled into the soft hay beneath. In the
background, Sister Katherine could hear the horse whinnying.
"Ohhhhh, Hank, I've thought about this. I really have, but never thought..."
"Don't think," he offered, smiling wanly. "It's fuckin' dangerous. Just follow what the
hell you feel, Sister."
"It's Carol."
"Nice name, real nice, Carol. Then Carol it is."
Sister Katherine closed her eyes as she felt her body touching his. Mother had said
there would be times when she would be tempted to... to do things with men. Oh, how
wrong Mother and the Church were! There was nothing evil about this. She didn't feel
the snares of Satan as she was told. There was only that wonderful, hot feeling rushing
through her pussy, making her nipples so very hard and itchy while her flesh tingled
with delight.
Fucking, and this time with a man! "Oh, sweet Jesus..."
Sister Katherine smiled weakly, feeling him passing a hand over her shoulders, bringing
it down her slim arms. Then he brought her hard against him. Sister Katherine opened
her eyes at last, tilting her chin all the way up. Hank was kissing her tenderly, her first
kiss. Their lips only just barely touched at first. But then the nun felt the wetness of his
tongue spearing her lips, then shoving deep into her mouth. The nun groaned hotly,
sucking his tongue in while spearing hers into his throat, feeling his hands pulling her
thighs tight against his body. Oh, there it was, that hot, thick bulge pressing against her
belly!
He was so tall and big. And Ginger, she assumed, had never even made the slightest
suggestion to him about... about fucking him! How could she have ignored this vital
man only a few steps from her bedroom? Hank said he had been masturbating for a
long time. Ginger must have been on his mind at least some of those times. Well, she
would do her best to compensate for his dry period.
"Fuck me!" she whimpered against his neck, holding him tight.
Hank laughed, stroking the nape of her neck gently with one hand. "Pretty strong stuff
for a nun!"
"I'm not going to be one any more. I'm going to give it up, as soon as I leave here.
Maybe I'll come back and help my cousin run the farm,"
Sister Katherine confessed, holding harder onto Hank.
"Not a bad idea. Maybe I can have my private harem, if I play my cards right," Hank
said with a chuckle, sliding his hands down and cupping his fingers around her flexing
ass.
Sister Katherine had never felt so possessed, so overwhelmed as she did now. He was so
strong, so tall, so big! She was more than a little afraid. But she was excited past
anything that could be called normal. Sister Katherine knew she was going to be fucked
hard by this man, and hoped it would be the best thing that ever happened to her in
her young life!
When Hank let the kiss trail off, the nun rested her hot cheek against the left side of his
face. She was panting, panting nearly as heavily as she had breathed when the dog had
fucked her. His hands moved down her body, tracking every curve, stopping finally at
her pussy. She could feel his fingers toying with the blonde curls, rubbing his knuckles
against her swollen cunt meat.
Sister Katherine jerked her ass back a little when she felt one finger start to slide up and
down the wet, jagged little crack that led into her pussy. Her thighs tensed, slapping
together from the move.
"Ain't gonna hurt you none, Sister... I mean, Carol. It's gonna feel good, if you ain't
been fucked there before," he said, pushing her away and staring meaningfully into her
eyes.
"I... I have," she answered, feeling another flush burn her cheeks.
"Figured. Well, if I can't be first, I can be the best."
"Ohhh, God..."
"You wanta fuck so bad, don't you?" Hank chuckled, rubbing his fingers over her tits,
then pinching her nipples suddenly and making her cry out.
"Oooooooooooh, that... that hurts, but feels sooooo good!"
"Knew you'd dig it. You're the kind who digs anything, long as it feels good."
He was licking one of her nipples until she felt the tiny pink nub sputtering and
itching. She arched her back, pressing against him while running her fingers through
his thick black hair. It was lovely, even better than having the dog lick her. At least
Hank could talk to her, listen to her groans, go where she wanted him to go on her
body. Her knees started to get wobbly and weak once more while she held onto him.
"Let's go upstairs. Feels like I'm being watched, or something," Hank said, dropping
one hand to her knees, then lifting her easy from the floor and carrying her to the
steps.
Sister Katherine slipped one hand around his neck, feeling herself drifting up, up into
the barn, up into his small room. Hank lifted her through the doorway, then set her
gently onto the bed.
Resting her head against the pillow, the nun looked up and watched him unhook his
belt, then pull open the buttons of his faded jeans. The swell of hot cock meat inside
bulged out as he inched them down over his hips. Hank stepped out of his pants, then
stepped forward until his crotch was almost against her face. Sister Katherine put one
hand over her heart, watching as his thumbs slid under his shorts, then pushed the
white cotton jockeys down.
"Oooooooooooooooohhhhhh!"
She drew back, her eyes wide as she saw ten inches of the heaviest, thickest cock she
had ever laid eyes on. The horse was large. But that was somehow different, less
threatening. The way Hank's cock jerked up and down made her sense a kind of
urgency that sent her blood rushing through her veins. It was so thick and heavy across
the head!
And his cock tip, how dark red it was, satiny and pulsing in time, she guessed, with his
heart. Sister Katherine tried to guess the width across his cock head. It was broader
than two inches, she guessed, far too big to fit into her cunt. The nun scooted back on
the bed, feeling her ass push against the pillow.
"No, it won't fit! No, Hank, I haven't fucked that much! Please, no, no, no!"
She wanted to get up. Already the nun bad swung her legs over the edge of the bed and
put her hands to her sides, pushing up. But Hank pushed her back with both hands, his
cock wagging in front of her. Once it brushed across her lips, feeling as if it would burn
them off. Sister Katherine felt weak, too weak to fight the big man off as he shoved her
back into his narrow bed and climbed in after her. "Oh, no, please..."


Chapter 9

"Oooooooh" what are you doing? What... oh no, oh God!"
The young nun felt her feet leaving the mattress, being pushed in the air while he
wedged his body between her splayed thighs. Sister Katherine let out a cry as she
peered over her tits and saw what was happening. He was going to tongue fuck her,
tongue fuck her just the way the dog and horse had. She wanted to beg him to stop, not
to touch her with his mouth. She was just too hot and couldn't predict what would
happen to her once...
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The suddenness of it, the invasion of his tongue into her cunt, made Sister Katherine
nearly go into shock. She tried pushing him back, drawing her hands forward, pressing
her fingers against his skull. But Hank wasn't to be deterred by her silly fears. He
knocked her hands away, keeping his lips pressed against her. The nun soon
surrendered, dropping back to the bed and letting him do with her as he chose.
Hank was sliding deeper, his lips smoothing teasingly against her inner cunt lips. She
could feel his teeth gouging against her, too. But that tongue... that wonderful,
marvelous tongue! That was the secret to all the feelings exploding in her right now! It
had been the secret with the dog and stallion. And Hank had mastered it without even
knowing her past.
Sister Katherine arched her spine, shoving her head against the pillow behind her. He
was sticking that tongue in and out, in and out. How could he do it so deep? She was
being fucked with his tongue almost better than the dog had fucked her with his cock.
His fingers punched into her thighs, forcing the nun wide for him. She could feel her
cunt blooming wetly against his mouth. She had no control left. The young nun started
to squirm her glistening, hot cunt folds against his lips.
"Man, that's a nice way you move your ass. You move it real sexy, real nice," Hank
groaned, rubbing his fingers over her ass.
"Oh, oh, ohhh!"
She loved the dirty things he was telling her, the things she wished she could have
heard before when the animals were working over her body. And now... and now he
was kissing up her belly, under her tits, mouthing first one, then the other. She could
smell her cunt on his cheeks. The nun felt very faint and flushed.
"It's so good, so good when you touch me that way!" Sister Katherine gasped.
"You ain't had nothin' like this for a long time, maybe never. Old horsie down there's
been takin' care of you, right? Lickin' you?" Hank asked, pulling back and teasing her
with one finger rubbing against her clit.
Sister Katherine flushed even redder, sensing he was going to hold back until she told
him the truth.
"Yes, yes, it's true!" she cried, her eyes wide with lust.
"Hmmmm, thought so. And how about somethin' else. Old Spike? He been around
you?" Hank asked, pressing his finger nails right against the rounded red tip of her clit
until Sister Katherine was yammering and yelping with frustration, wanting to feel
something sliding inside her.
"Yes, oh God, yes, yes, yes! What more do you want of me?"
"Nothin' more, baby. You've been fuckin' around with half the barnyard. Now you're
gonna get a real man's cock in you. And bet you're gonna go half crazy when you get
it."
He went back to her pussy, rimming her tense, rubbery cunt lips with the tip of his
tongue, fingering the sensitive flesh between her inner and outer labes. The feeling was
devastating. Sister Katherine beat her fists against the mattress while rubbing the insides
of her naked ankles against his neck.
"Gonna take you like a fuckin' doggie first. Bet that's the way you like it... good and
hard and hot from behind?"
"No, oh, oh, ohhhh!"
Sister Katherine didn't care how she had it. She wanted his cock! She thought of it now,
the image having burned in her brain while Hank was pushing her around in the bed.
In a moment Sister Katherine found herself on her hands and knees. It was an all too
familiar position, one she had had when the dog had fucked her and when the horse
had licked her off. Images of those times flashed through her mind, making her babble
while she turned around and saw Hank hunkering behind her.
"Dig it, huh? You dig seein' me like this right behind you, gettin' ready to shove down
and in. It's great, baby. I like this, like takin' a woman doggie fuck style. And that's just
your way, right, bitch? Come on, baby come on and run on my cock!"
Sister Katherine pranced her ass for his cock. She pranced her cunt around for it,
feeling the burning juice oozing from her cunt slit and trickling down the backs of her
thighs. She knew Hank could see just how hot she was. She knew he knew she would
have done anything to feel his cock meat in her at this time.
Fucking! Fucking! "Ooooooooooooh!"
He was teasing her now, sliding his ten inches up and down her cunt crack, his cock
head barely brushing over her clit. Sister Katherine felt her ass cheeks clench while her
fingers tore at the pillow beneath her. The room seemed to explode and blow a way
while a strange buzzing rattled through her head.
"Feel it? Feel my cock now, Sister? You wanda say a few prayers before I ram this
mother in your pussy, you fuckin' slut?"
Sister Katherine could only gasp. She tried to get a breath. But her lungs felt as if they
were already filled. She could only groan and cry, wagging her ass as if it were the tail
of a female bitch dog, jerking from side to side, waiting expectantly for that big fuck.
"Feel it?" he repeated.
"Yes, oh, yes!"
Yes, she felt it! She would have killed for that wonderful cock playing with her cunt
right now. A cock! A man's cock!
His fat cock head was rubbing into her tender, blood filled cunt lips, raking over her
clit. Sister Katherine pushed one hand under her belly, moving it between her spread
thighs. She could feel his cock settling against her cunt mouth. Her cunt juices coated
the tight, smooth flesh of his cock head.
The nun closed her eyes, sure her body was going to burn up, explode right there in
bed! Her heart stopped, it seemed, when she felt Hank's fingers gripping her.
"Oooooooooh!"
Spittle frothed around the corners of her mouth as she felt herself being peeled open,
stretched, her knees spread wide on the mattress. Then Hank jerked forward, tucking
under and up. He lunged powerfully forward, a shove that jerked her knees up off the
bed for the moment.
"Ahhhhhh, fuck me, fuck... oh God, Hank, oh God, it's... it's wonderful!"
Sister Katherine was being truthful. She moaned and tossed her head about like a mare
in rut. His cock was so huge, so big! It was stretching her pussy way more than Spike's
had.
She cried out, jerking her head around again while feeling that wonderful sensation of
being split open by Hank's cock meat.
And oh, oh, that sexy feeling, that sensation.. of being free for the first time!
The dingy walls of the convent came crashing down around her, it seemed, the moment
Hank had pushed his fat cock head into her pussy and draped his body over hers.
There was a sense of being unchained. Never, never would she don those robes again.
Not when there was a lover, like this to be had in the world!
"Ohhhh, it's so deeeeeeeeeeeep! I love it, love, it when you're doing this to me! Oh
God, God, I never thought being fucked by a man... would be this good!"
"Better than the dog? Better than that fuckin' horse below?"
Sister Katherine could hear the animal snorting and neighing faintly through the closed
door.
"Yes, oh yes. Oh God, Hank, fuck me, fuck me 'til I cum!"
"Man, you sure know the words for a fuckin' nun."
Hank did as she wanted, licking her between the shoulder blades, kissing the back of
her neck, then licking down her spine. Oh, it was just like Spike. Only this time Hank
would listen to her, fuck her, hold her. It all felt lovely. She didn't care about the farm,
about Ginger, about anything. She was a woman, a person. She liked Hank's kind of
madness, his brand of insanity that left her speechless under his fucking cock.
"Ooooooooh, fuck, fuck..."
How Sister Katherine loved it when she said that word over and over again. It was a
kind of password, a thing that would propel her from her former life, she thought.
Prancing her ass madly again, she curled the sheets under her fingers when he started
pulling back. Her pussy walls buckled under that sucking sensation.
It was all Hank could do to keep her ass up so he could fuck her properly. He moved
his cock all the way out, all the way until only his head was buried in the thick, red
muskiness of her cunt. Sister Katherine cried out, twitching her body, flexing her
thighs, begging Hank to fuck her once more. She had to have all of it in her, that
warm, hot feeling of a cock in her pussy or she would die!
"Okay, bitch, here it comes!"
He shoved it down all the way, his arrow shaped cock-head pushing aside her slick,
meaty cunt-walls, gurgling down through her boiling, frying cunt oil until it was shoved
in all the way. Sister Katherine sighed happily, feeling his fingers leaving her hips. He
was fucking her now without holding onto her. She could feel his balls slapping up
against her, those heavy sacs, filled with a man's jizz that would fire hose through her
pussy.
"Love your body," he groaned.
"You do?"
Sister Katherine gasped. She could feel him kissing the nape of her neck again, feeling
his strong belly pressing against the rounded tops of her ass and back. He was climbing
onto her, mounting her, fucking powerfully into her drenched cunt. His cock made
squishy, sexy noises as it probed deep into her swampy pussy. It was heaven, more
heaven than anything she had ever felt while praying before the sacred Madonna. The
nun felt reborn, ecstatic.
"Oh, Hank, do it slower... please, do it slower!" she begged.
Hank edged his cock gently from her cunt. The nun could feel hot streaks of her cunt
juice dribbling down. She was soaked, so very, very wet with her own cunt oils. Her
mind was a madhouse of sexy thoughts and images. The nun thought she wanted to
fuck every way there was possible. To hell with the farm! To hell with the convent! To
hell with profit! All she cared now about was what was happening between her legs.
And, in the end, Sister Katherine instinctively guessed that was all there was worth
anything in her world.


Chapter 10

"Get on top. Come on, get on top and fuck it out. I wanna see this super nun fuck
herself on my cock meat. Ain't never seen a nun fuck her brains out!" Hank said,
holding onto her and rolling around.
This was something new, something Sister Katherine hadn't counted on. She felt him
grip her, careful to keep his cock meat in her while rolling under and to the left of her
body. She cried out, feeling his cock stirring in her from the move. And then, in a
moment, the young nun found herself straddling Hank, the weight of his body gone
from her ass and back. Instead of doggie style, she found herself sitting like a cowgirl
riding her mount.
But this was different. She felt her legs cramping a bit as the ankles pressed against
Hank's sides. She felt a little awkward, afraid to move, afraid she would hurt herself,
hurt him, pullout. But Hank was coaching her, keeping his hands on her hips, moving
her around and around, showing her how to rock her body so that his cock would pull
from her cunt hole and yet not slip all the way out.
The noise, the slick, sucking noise of it made her shudder with hot delight. She could
feel the froth of her juices as Hank's cock head pulled streams of it back through her
cunt hole and out to run in rivers down her ass cheeks. And yet no matter how much
of it bubbled out, there seemed to be more to take its place.
Then Hank was very, very still, his eyes closed tight, his mouth set hard as if he were
holding something back. She knew what it was and tried to keep still. She didn't want
him to cum yet. She did't want him to expend himself and leave her high and dry. She
had to have that feeling, that lovely jab of his cock meat in her. She had to have the
weight of it pressing against her insides!
"Easy, easy, easy..."
Sister Katherine bent her knees a little more, finding she could control her fucking
movements better. She rolled her ass around when she settled herself down all the way
on him. When she pushed back with her body, Sister Katherine found she could feel
the pressure deep, deep inside her. Oh, she was such a little hypocritical little slut, and
the thought of it made her shiver with lewd delight. She wished Mother could come in
now and see her, her favorite Sister, rutting like this, fucking her precious cunt on his
cock meat, and babbling with delight.
Fucking. There was nothing like it in the world!
"Ohhhhh, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me... OOOOOOOOOH"
Sister Katherine babbled filthy words and phrases. Where had she learned them? They
seemed to come naturally to her as she fucked her cunt harder against his body,
grinding her tight little ass over his groin. Lowering her face until her thunderous tits
tickled across his chest, she kissed her new lover hard.
Hank groaned as she gave him her tongue again, teasing back when he sucked too
hard. Her hips started to grind. Lifting her body, she rocked forward until just his
bulging cock head was inside her powerful ring of cunt muscles. Careful not to bear
down too hard, Sister Katherine made her cunt muscles tighten.
Hank groaned loudly, arching his back up from the bed. Sister Katherine was pleased,
pleased she could bring this kind of pleasure to a man who had obviously been with
many other women before. She was making him groan, twist, shout as if she were
knifing him with a rusty blade!
He had tucked her from behind that way, pushing his cock meat into her. Now she was
on top, calling all the shots, prancing her hot little ass around in tight circles, and
watching him groan.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" His cries made her burn. She released her hold on him, then
slowly cinched down again. When her cunt muscles were very tight around his cock
shaft, just behind his cock head, she jerked her ass around with feverish movements.
Hank lifted his knees, then let them flop back down again. Sister Katherine stopped
moving again and loosened her cunt. His cock head glided out of her.
She let his cock tip linger between the small inner labes of her cunt. She knew she was
caressing him near the little piss hole through which his jizz would shoot out. Sister
Katherine trembled. It was all so fantastic and mysterious. In a sudden rush of passion,
she jerked her teasing ass down, down over his hot cock. She felt him raping through
the slick muscled opening, penetrating deep into her pussy.
"Jesus Christ!"
"Something wrong?" she gasped, feeling perspiration dripping from her forehead and
out from under her arms.
"Carol... baby, you're gonna bring me off! Be careful, baby! Christ, you're the hottest
thing I've come across in a long time! And a nun to boot!"
He laughed, his laughter turning to a groan when Sister Katherine jerked her ass up
again.
"Can't stop moving. I just can't!" she confessed, twisting her ass around.
Hank tried gripping his hands around her hips to keep her from snapping that way.
But Sister Katherine had to have her way, had to have that stirring sensation deep
inside her before she could finally stop once more.
"Better, baby. But Christ, can't hold back much more. Gonna pop! It's gonna be good
for us, baby, gonna be good for us!"
Sister Katherine knew it would. And when he asked her to touch his balls she did so
obediently, knowing the feeling would increase her sensation even more. She felt those
lovely sacks, so soft, so leathery, so filled with the potent jizz that would shoot into her.
"Gonna finish you now, baby, finish you in a way you'll like, I think!"
"Finish? Oh no, no, no!"
Sister Katherine didn't want it to end. She wanted this to go on forever and forever. But
he was holding her, pulling her up.
"You're gonna take my cock in your mouth."
"What? No, no, no!"
"Turn around now. I'm gonna eat your cunt!"
His words sent a quiver of heat through her belly, down to the inner flesh of her thighs.
She was close now, so very, very close. Sister Katherine felt as if she were in a trance, so
much so she thought she saw movement slouching around in the corner. The dog? No,
just her imagination, the imagination of a woman in heat, her cunt being speared again
and again by his thick, long cock-rod.
"No, no, wanna fuck, wanna fuck!" Sister Katherine chanted petulantly.
But Hank would have his way. His cock was only halfway inside her now. Sister
Katherine could feel the ridge along its underside, the tube through which his spunk
would shoot.
"Now, Carol, now!"
"I... I don't want to. I want you stay inside me... want you."
She was babbling as Hank grabbed her hips and pushed her forward and up. Hank was
guiding her, controlling her. Turning around, she soon faced his bobbing cock. A
droplet grew from the piss slit, becoming thick and milky. Sister Katherine shivered.
"Please, please, oh God!"
She didn't know what she was begging for when she felt his mouth envelop her cunt.
At the same time, a licking, sucking heat gouged against her elite Hank was fucking his
cock up, up into her mouth, burying his blood-filled cock halfway up into her throat.
She felt his cock pushing against her tonsils.
And then... and then there was that rush, that spattering sensation as his cum splashed
into her mouth and down into ber belly. He was shooting in her mouth. Sister
Katherine swallowed again and again, feeling the sticky globs clinging together in her
throat. She could smell them, smell his jizz while his teeth raped her clit.
"Ohhh, you're killing me!"
Her words sounded funny. She knew that steamy strings of cum were dripping from
her chin. And then, when he raked his tongue over her clit, the nun felt her own climax
explode like a mushrooming hydrogen bomb, the searing spasms stinging through her
cunt and knifing into her jerking body. She thrashed and grunted and danced her
shivering ass while Hank ate her cunt completely.
When she finally rearranged her slender frame so they could hold one another, Hank
was grinning at her.
"You know who's here too? I was feeding him. Your cousin's not too good about that,
sometimes. And there you were in the barn."
The images she'd seen while fucking Hank! The slouching, low figure in the darkness!
She now saw it as Spike, staring at her, one paw on the chair, the other dangling in
mid-air as if he were pointing at her. She drew back, her body tensing with
embarrassment.
"Nothing to worry about. Said I wasn't put off by what you done out there. Just a little
disappointed you didn't come to me first. But," Hank said, scratching his head and
pulling away, "sure'd like to see how you and the pooch made it!"
"I... I don't. know." Sister Katherine hesitated.
"Go ahead."
Spike made the final choice. Hank pulled away, pushing the reluctant nun forward. The
German shepherd took his clue well, getting up on to the bed and pushing his head
into the woman's cunt. He was sniffing around there, smelling Hank's cum. Sister
Katherine tucked her ass back jerkily, her pussy still sore from the hard fucking it had
received. Spike began licking her pussy, soothing his tongue over her matted cunt hairs,
wetting the blonde curls with his tongue and spit until she felt less reluctant, less
hesitant about letting the animal touch her.
"Wow, man! You're something' else. Really a trip!" Hank crowed.
Spike was making those sexy, sloppy noises as she fell back on the bed next to her new
lover. She was too weak to stop the animal as he slopped his tongue through the mess
of her pussy. She trembled like the bitch in heat she was, shivering against Hank's body
while letting the animal lick deep into her.
"Spike!"
Hank caught her wrist, letting the animal continued smacking his tongue against her
while his cock started to grow stiff all over again. Spike moved back, then licked deep
into her peeled back cunt. Hank was watching, actually watching and approving what
was going on. She whimpered passionately into his mouth, his tongue fucking her there
like his cock had. Hank moved one hand down, holding her right leg up and open for
the horny, hungry dog. And then Sister Katherine felt and found the excitement in his
eyes. His fingers closed tightly over one nipple, his tongue nearly choking her while the
animal continued lapping down, down into her.
"Come on, baby, we're gonna have him service you the way I did!"
He was holding her legs out, keeping them spread while Spike began to mount the
trembling, hot nun.
Sister Katherine groaned, twisting her ass up, still holding onto the foreman as she felt
the pointy little cock-head spearing into her hot, dribbling cunt-hole. This time she
would cum with a cock in her. This time she would have two big males with her,
fucking, sucking, kissing. And then, and then her life in the convent would be over
forever. How marvelous all this was!
Back in the house, Ginger was in bed, wondering if her cousin was still looking over
the figures. She had seen a light in Hank's room and thought once more about going
over there and – presenting herself to him. But she would wait under her prudish nun
cousin left. Then there would be plenty of time. Time for Hank. Time for Spike. Spike!
Oh, she thought, closing her eyes, what I'd give for Spike tonight!
But Ginger thought he was out in the fields. There would be time for him later.
Oh yes, plenty of time!


THE END
