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Sister Nancy of Coxville County

By: SirSinn



This story takes place in the shared universe created / structured by the author Stormbringer. Hopefully you should be able to enjoy this without knowing much of the background but I encourage you to track down and read "The Coxville Curse" by Stormbringer for much more of the same. You can find links and information on Stormbringer's author page here on Literotica.

My thanks to Stormbringer for allowing me to play in his world.

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Coxville was your typical small town in the American South. It was the county seat of Coxville County and the second biggest town in the county after Coxburg to the North. The county was large in comparison to some Southern counties go, but a large part of it to the west was taken up by Lake Cox. Apart from a few small towns, the rest of the county was mostly farmland growing corn, tobacco, and cotton crops.

Coxville itself was named after Colonel Phineas Josiah Cox, hero of the Mexican War and owner of the Cox plantation which had dominated the entire county for 200 years until the Civil War. Yankees had occupied the mansion during the war, burning the surrounding buildings and releasing the slaves to ravage the neighbourhood in 1864. The Union army had been forced to march out quickly without finding the time to burn down the mansion itself. It was left standing alone - a stunning piece of architecture surrounded by the still smoking wreckage of stables, barns, silos, and slave quarters with crops burning in the fields for days.

The town grew up around the plantation years later. The tree-lined road that ran up to the mansion later became Main Street with the mansion itself becoming the town and county administrative offices. Stores lined Main Street and residences sprang up around them as it grew to a respectable size.

Dominating the front lawn of the town hall was a huge, 300 year old oak tree that had been young when the first Cox settler had arrived on the land. That tree had played a part in the history of the town that, unknown to the townsfolk, would soon come back to haunt them.

Overlooking the town on a small hill was a large, old stone building that housed the Sisters of Mercy Convent. It was closest to the Westside area of the town where the blacks of Coxville lived - there were perhaps a couple of hundred of them, mostly living living in trailers, old houses, and some low income housing. Though the enforced segregation that had taken place prior to the Civil Rights movement had been officially ended, the white majority of the town were happy with the blacks' apparent willingness to remain in Westside.

The local school, Coxville High, had been forced to integrate black and white students in the 70's and, after thirty or more years, most of the school age children attended the school even if they didn't necessarily mix that much. The poorest of the Westside families though, relied on the Sisters of Mercy for their children's education.

For over a century the convent had attracted nuns from across the country who saw the injustice perpetrated against the blacks of Coxville and wanted to do something about it. The nuns - most of them in their 50's and 60's - spent the remaining years of their lives voluntarily teaching the most disadvantaged of the Westside blacks.

Of the nuns, only one was a born and bred Coxville girl - Sister Nancy O'Malley had picked up her surname from her Irish immigrant great-grandfather but her face and figure were Coxville through and through. At 23, she was by far the youngest of the nuns and more than one middle-aged husband had stared in bemusement at her when she'd stood with the other nuns at a fund-raiser, wondering why someone so young, beautiful and as blessed in the chest as her would take vows.

Coxville women, with almost no exceptions, were possessed of much larger than average breasts with a study in the mid-90's determining that a recessive gene ran throughout the native-born women of the area. Sister Nancy was definitely not an exception - her nun's habit were bought wholesale but each one had to be altered by Sister Assumpta, the seamstress of the convent. The black all-in-one outfit was snug around her hips and backside but had to be pulled in tight at the waist to prevent it hanging loose while the bust needed to be let out to accommodate Sister Nancy's huge breasts. The result was a nun's habit that looked as though it had been sprayed on to her perfect hourglass figure.

Sister Nancy had taken her vows five years before after her one and only relationship had ended so badly. Raised as a devout Christian, she had met and fallen in love with her boyfriend Adrian at a summer camp run by the church when they were both 16. True to their beliefs they had never gone further than kissing for the first two years they were together and Nancy had been convinced they would marry and live happily ever after.

As the years went on, Adrian became more and more insistent that the abstinence they were practising was pointless, that God would want them to be happy physically with each other. A month after she turned 18, Adrian had insisted that it was time for them to be intimate. Naive and - if she were honest with herself - more than a little curious herself, Nancy finally gave in.

Adrian's four inch condom covered dick finally took her virginity one night in the back of his father's car after they'd been to see a movie. She'd looked up at his stupid grin as he thrust in and out of her for a whole minute, his hands all over her huge tits, an expression of surprised delight on his face, while she lay there wondering what all the fuss about sex was.

Still, Adrian had seemed to enjoy it and so she let him do it twice more over the next week figuring it was something she'd have to do when they were married. The expected marriage had never happened - a week after taking her virginity, Adrian was struck and killed while crossing the road by a bus carrying a visiting Bible study group. Along the side of the bus was the slogan "Fornication is the devil's work!"

Nancy took this as a sign from God that what they had done was wrong. Barely two weeks later and she had joined the Sisters of Mercy Convent, deciding to dedicate her life to helping educate the poor of the Westside.

She had surprised the other nuns - and herself - by not only how much she enjoyed her work but also by how much the students responded to her. She taught English mostly though helped out with other general subjects when needed and the other nuns were pleased to see that though she was around the same age as her class when she started, the predominantly young men of Westside treated her with respect.

What neither Sister Nancy nor the other nuns knew was that the male students resisted messing around in her class so that they could keep attending. Every young man who went through her class spent long hours staring at her huge tits wrapped beneath her skin-tight habit, wondering what she looked like without it. As the years went by, Sister Nancy's English classes became legendary throughout the Westside youth.

Now, five years after she started at the convent, Sister Nancy was content with her lot in life. The classes she and the others provided were voluntary but she was secretly pleased that her lessons always had a good turnout. Of course, as time had gone on, more and more students were taught at the High School so a good turnout these days was half a dozen.

"So if you can make sure you read chapter four by next week's lesson, that will be great," Sister Nancy said over her shoulder as she wiped the white board clean. Her class said nothing - each of the six teenagers stared rapt, watching her huge tits move gently beneath her tight habit as she used broad strokes to clean her lesson from the board. 

Sister Nancy turned to face them, smiling, her pink lips glistening with just a hint of lip gloss (the only make up she wore) her blue eyes bright, the small beauty spot just below and to the side of her right eye somehow adding to her perfection. Her hands were clasped before her flat stomach, a large golden cross hanging on a chain around her neck and dangling in front of her hands, pushed forward by the large shelf of her tits. 

"By the way, those of you attending Sister Mary-Anne's math study class tomorrow will find me instead as Sister Mary-Anne isn't well at the moment." 

Five of the young men groaned in disappointment, wishing they'd decided to take the math class after all if only to spend more time in the same class as Sister Nancy. Linus Jefferson smiled quietly to himself, suddenly looking forward to tomorrow's class. 

"Thank you all for attending," she said looking at each of them. "I'll see most of you next week." 

Quietly the teenage blacks from the Westside filed out of the room, snatching glances at the incredibly proportioned nun as they left. Their friends and relatives would be amazed at how meekly they moved - in less than an hour they would be standing around the trailers and low rent housing, looking to score one drug or another, hollering at each other and passersby, cussing and fighting. 

Sister Nancy watched them leave and then tidied the room. She was self aware enough to know that she was good looking but still naive enough not to realise that was why her students were so well behaved. She preferred to believe that they genuinely wanted to learn and improve their prospects. 

The rest of the afternoon was spent with the other sisters performing administrative work in the office and cleaning the convent before a simple but tasty evening meal. Sister Nancy retired to her room as the storm that had been brewing all day finally broke, torrential rain hammering down across the town. She stood at her window watching the rain for a while before undressing, peeling her habit from her firm curves before slipping into bed naked, her short blonde hair slightly spiky from being covered by her wimple all day. 

She murmured a quiet prayer and slowly drifted off to slip. 

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Sister Nancy walked through the dark town, wondering why she was awake and outside when everyone else was asleep in their beds. She strolled along Main Street until she reached the huge oak tree in front of the town hall, shuddering a little when she noticed an empty hangman's noose swinging from a branch. Beneath the tree stood a tall, muscular man, mostly hidden by the dark shadow cast by the huge tree, but she was sure he was smiling at her. 

"Hello?" she asked quietly, stepping a little closer. "Are you okay?" 

"Praise be to Damballah," the man said, his voice deep and rich. He beckoned to her and Sister Nancy thought that his skin was dark and not just from the shadow. She was no racist - she spent her life teaching and helping blacks - but the thought of stepping close to a black man in the dark filled her with fear. 

"No, I can't," she said. The man simply beckoned again and she found herself next to him beneath the tree without moving. He slipped a huge, muscular arm around her waist and pulled her close, her huge tits squashing against his bare chest, his hand sliding down to cup one of her firm buttocks. She still couldn't see his face but knew he was staring at her with a devilish, greedy grin. 

He reached up into the tree with his free hand and pulled down an apple, bright and green even in the shade of the oak. He offered it to her, his large, dark fingers making it seem smaller than it actually was. 

"Accept my gift," he said softly. 

"I shouldn't," Sister Nancy said. Despite her words she reached out and took hold of the fruit, grasping it in her small hand, feeling it pulse warmly, the flesh hard but spongy. She closed her eyes and brought it to her mouth but instead of biting, she found herself taking it deeper into her mouth, sucking at it, running her tongue around the big, warm bulb. 

When she opened her eyes, she found herself kneeling before the dark man, holding and sucking his huge cock as he slid it slowly back and forth between her lips. It was enormous, longer and thicker than Adrian's small white cock had been and much, much longer than a penis could ever be, she was sure of that, and a dark chocolate colour, proving the dark man was a black. While she was happy to tutor the coloureds, having any sort of intimate contact with them was completely against everything she knew. She was a Coxville girl after all and no white woman from Coxville would be seen dead having sex with a black.

And yet - Sister Nancy willingly, eagerly continued sucking on his huge length as he stood over her, grinning, his teeth white in the shadow. She moved her head back and fore on the big shaft, taking as much as she could, never stopping even when a flash of lightning struck the tree above them and set it aflame. In the orange light of the inferno, Sister Nancy laid back and let the huge black man tear her habit from her, leaving her naked and waiting. He knelt between her legs, his enormous cock snaking towards her hungry pussy as a thick fog began pouring from the flaming tree, covering both of them in a cool, white blanket that muffled the nun's cries of ecstasy as the dark man began fucking her. 

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Sister Nancy woke from her dream with a start. Her ripe, luscious body was covered in a thin film of sweat and she couldn't help but squirm in delight as she cupped her huge tits and found her nipples stiff and more sensitive than they'd ever been before. For the briefest moment she lay on her back pushing her tits up towards her face, her tongue lolling out to lick at them but just before they connected, she suddenly realised what she was doing and stopped.

She sat up in her bed, still holding her big breasts and realised that she had never felt so horny, not even during her brief relationship with Adrian. Her dream came back to her - the black man with the huge cock beneath the oak tree - sucking on his too long dick - willingly letting him fuck her with it as the mist covered them.

Letting go of one of her tits, she slid her hand down over her belly and through the neat patch of blonde pubic hair she kept trimmed, finding her pussy lips hot, wet and swollen. An image flashed into her mind - herself laying naked on this bed, one hand working three fingers in and out of her pussy before it changed as quickly as it came to the same bearded black man laying on top of her, his huge cock thrusting in place of her fingers. How easy it would be, she thought, to lay here and finger-fuck her poor, horny, neglected pussy.

She shook herself mentally, removing her hands from her body and uttering a quick prayer as she remembered that these sort of lustful thoughts were inappropriate to say the least. Instead she pulled on her dressing gown, took a towel from her cupboard and headed for the communal showers.

Nothing like being surrounded by naked, 70 year old nuns to kill your libido, she thought to herself before stopping in surprise, wondering where such a thought had come from.

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It was only later, after her shower - and she was thankful that old Sister Conchita had been there otherwise Nancy would have been tempted to finger herself wildly as she soaped herself up - that she noticed the thick fog that had enveloped the entire convent. As she looked out of her room's window, having opened the curtains, she could barely see anything beyond the first few feet outside the building. Her dream from the night before leapt into her mind and she remembered the exact same fog spilling from the huge oak tree and enveloping her and the hugely hung black man as they'd fucked.

"Dear Lord, what does this mean?" she asked though whether she was talking to herself or God she wasn't quite sure.

Having dressed and breakfasted, Sister Nancy joined a meeting of all the nuns that the Mother Superior had called.

"It seems likely we won't be receiving any students today," she said to the assembled sisters. "I've telephoned the police and they advised that unless it's an emergency, none of us should travel until the fog lifts. I can't imagine any of our poor boys or girls will want to make the journey so it looks like we have a free day today. Enjoy yourselves, sisters," she said, dismissing them.

Sister Alyssa - a pretty nun in her late 40's sat next to Sister Nancy as the pair had been friends since Nancy had joined - raised her hand quickly before the others left.

"Sorry, Mother Superior, I was just wondering when - when Father Robinson will be returning?"

"The Father's due to be back next week. Is there a problem I can help with?" Mother Superior asked.

"No, no, that's okay," Sister Alyssa said. She turned to Nancy and, a little embarrassed, whispered. "I really need to make a confession, though."

"Why?" Sister Nancy asked. Her friend - like every other nun here - was a fine and upstanding example.

Sister Alyssa blushed beneath her wimple, looking around before leaning closer and whispering "I had the most - unusual dream last night," she said. "Such lascivious thoughts, the like of which I've not had since I joined the convent. I woke this morning and almost - almost - touched myself - thinking of him."

"Him?" Sister Nancy asked, instantly thinking of the dark man from her own dream.

"A man - a black man," Sister Alyssa whispered, sounding half terrified, half exhilarated. "And he had the most enormous - "

"Come along, Sisters," one of the elderly nuns said appearing at their side. "Mother Superior may have given us the day off, but Sister Alyssa needs to help me in the kitchen."

Alyssa wandered off leaving Nancy to look around at the others, wondering just how many of the women here had shared the same dream she'd had. One or two of them - particularly the younger Sisters - looked a little flushed as they hurried out, back to their rooms, and she couldn't help but wonder what they'd do when they got back to them.

The thought made her consider her own room and how she could keep herself busy as she whiled away the day. Perhaps, in the safety of her own room - her own bed - would it really hurt to indulge herself a little? She couldn't use her fingers - that would be sinful - but there was that large candle on her bedside cabinet - 

Just as Nancy and the nuns left the assembly hall, there was a knock at the door. Sister Martha tottered over using her walking stick and opened the main door.

A large, muscular black man stood in the mist, his clothes glistening with dew, his coal black skin lightly sprinkled with his journey through the fog.

"Hey Sister," he said. "I'm s'posed ta have a math study class wid Sister Nancy."

Old Sister Martha turned to Nancy who was just behind her.

"Looks like one of your dedicated students has arrived, dear," she said kindly.

Sister Nancy smiled at Linus Jefferson as he stepped inside and the handsome youth smiled back at her, his eyes widening in surprise as he clearly saw her own gaze drop momentarily to the front of his pants. She blushed a little when she realised what she'd done - she'd actually checked out a student's groin, something she'd never done before. The fog had made his purple sweatpants cling to his skin somewhat revealing a long, thick lump that ran down his right leg. Had it not been for the dream the night before, she would have assumed he was carrying some sort of pole or hammer or something in his pocket. Now, she had to wonder if what she'd glimpsed was his penis - could one really be that big outside of a dream?

"Sister Nancy?" Sister Martha said, breaking into her thoughts.

"Oh, sorry. Linus, so good of you to make it," Sister Nancy said, indicating the corridor to the classroom.

"After you, Sister," Linus said, grinning at her as she walked in front of him, giving him the opportunity to watch her perfect, petite ass wiggle with every step.


Sister Nancy of Coxville County in Faith Exchange



By Stormbringer

with Rabies T Lagomorph

Note: The following story is actually the opening segment for The Coxville Curse 3, but I decided to share it as a stand alone story. It follows the events in Sister Nancy of Coxville County by SirSinn and the continuation, Sister Nancy of Coxville County 2 by Thickwil. Thickwil plans more Sister Nancy stories and she will appear in future chapters of the Coxville Curse 3. Parts of this story are adapted from the comic, "Faith Exchange" by Rabies T Lagomorph and I've given him a writing credit.





Her knuckles whitened as she clutched the crucifix in her hands. She prayed for forgiveness. She prayed for guidance. "Lord forgive this sinner," she muttered. She released the crucifix, letting it fall back to her habit, but keeping her hands together. "Forgive this sinner. Forgive this sinner," she muttered rocking as she prayed on her knees.

Sister Nancy O'Malley had sinned before god. She was a fornicating whore. Her body had betrayed her. Even as she prayed, her sinful body was sending pangs of arousal through her soul as her mind kept wandering to Linus Jefferson and the huge black phallus that had given her so much pleasure earlier that day. The arousal turned to a trickle, slowly sliding down her inner thigh. Or was it just more of the black man's voluminous load of semen still leaking from her womb? Her mind filled with the image of his huge black male phallus... COCK! His big black cock!... It came in her mouth. It came in her womanhood... PUSSY! Her horny white pussy! The trickle of arousal turned to a stream. Her plain white panty was soaked now. He would return and her body would not resist him. Her body wanted him again. SHE wanted him again. She knew she had committed a horrible sin earlier that day, but her mind couldn't stop thinking about him. Linus Jefferson had taken possession of her body, her mind, and also, she feared, her soul. Her black student had mentioned introducing her to his friends and that thought excited her body even more. The stream of arousal turned to a flood. "Please lord," she begged, her knuckles turning even whiter as she clenched her hands together. The verses came into her head even as she prayed.

"Watch and pray that you may not enter into temptation. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." Nancy repeated Matthew 26:41 several times before adding, "And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil." Matthew 6:13.

The peace and well being of god flooded her body as the answer came to her. She must remove herself from the temptation. She must leave the convent before Linus Jefferson returned and she sinned again. The young Coxville native had broken her vows to the holy church and the Sisters of Mercy. Nancy recited her vow of chastity once again, promising to be faithful to god and to the church. She prayed she wasn't pregnant already for Linus Jefferson had ejaculated what had felt like a liter of his evil seed into her womb. She needed to be punished for her sins. She needed to confess, but not here. Nancy would leave the convent and confess her sins far away from Coxville County.

Satisfied, Nancy opened her eyes and found herself staring up at Jesus. The statue of Jesus was carved from a single piece of oak, nearly life sized, and old. Real nails had been driven through the palms to hold him to the cross. The paint was flaking off, his white skin seemed to be chipping away making him appear darker. The statue was strange for a depiction of Jesus. The body was more muscular than most depictions of Christ. His nose was flat making him look vaguely Negroid as he cast his eyes heavenwards.

"Magnificent, isn't he?"

The voice startled Nancy and she nearly jumped out of her cassock. Nancy recognized the mother superior's voice and didn't turn around even as she continued to stare up at the old statue. "Yes, mother superior," she answered. "Though I've always felt it an unusual depiction for such an old statue."

"Yes, quite," said the older woman calmly. "Nearly 150 years old. It was carved from a branch that fell off the giant oak in front of city hall after a lightning strike by one of our sisters."

Nancy rose off her knees and turned to face the mother superior. "Didn't I read in the Coxville Times that the oak was destroyed by lightning last night?"

"Yes, quite the coincidence," smiled the older nun. "It's nice to see you feeling better Sister Nancy, but you should be resting. We want you feeling better by Monday for your English class."

"Yes, of course," said Nancy, following the mother superior out of the chapel. Nancy turned to look back at the statue of Jesus one last time. "Which sister carved the statue?" she asked out of curiosity.

The Mother Superior stopped in her tracks and turned to face the 24 year old Coxville native. "Sister Samantha Small," she answered. "A daughter of the Cox family. Both she and her sister Elizabeth were given to our care by their father. They had apparently committed some grievous sin." The two women started walking again, as the older nun continued. "Sister Elizabeth repented, but Sister Samantha was more... difficult. She atoned for her sins by spending years carving out that fine statue of our lord."

"How interesting," said Nancy, now wishing she had spent some time learning more about the history of the convent. "Still the appearance is unusual."

"Yes quite, but Sister Samantha claimed that her hand was guided by the lord as she carved. Who is to say that her vision of the savior is incorrect?"

"Thank you Reverend Mother," said Nancy stopping near the hallway to her quarters. "but I do need to rest and I don't think my stomach could handle supper."

"Good night, Sister Nancy. I'll tell the other Sisters you're still ill. I'll see you at morning prayers."

"Good night, Reverend Mother." Nancy turned and headed to her quarters. She listened to the footfalls of the Mother Superior walk away. She was a good woman and Nancy felt even more ashamed for breaking her vows to the holy church. She crossed herself as soon as she entered her room. This time Nancy looked up at the more traditional crucifix on her wall and recited her vow of chastity once again before it. She felt the courage of her convictions grow as she did so. The young nun smiled and straightened her back. She would keep her vows this time, provided she removed herself from the temptations of the flesh that were represented by the devilish black cock that rose rampant from between the legs of Linus Jefferson. 

Nancy O'Malley had little possessions which meant she had little to pack. By little possessions, she meant nothing but her habit, her cross, and a small personal allowance of cash that totaled less the fifty dollars. By little to pack, she meant nothing, but shoving her money into her habit. Nancy turned and opened her door slightly, peeking out to make sure the hall was empty. At this time in the evening, the other Sisters would be in the refectory dining. She could hear an echo of the Reverend Mother saying grace before the evening's meal. Nancy frowned surprised she wasn't hungry, but then her belly was full of a black man's sperm and it had been a very satisfying meal. She scrunched her eyes closed, brow furrowed as she fought off another wave of desire for the black man. Nancy crossed herself again and proceeded on, more sure now then ever that she was on the correct path to forgiveness and redemption. She had to get out of the county before it was too late.

The keys were hanging in the foyer by the front door. She snatched them and quietly opened the front door. Stealing the convent's van was less a sin the breaking her vows and fornicating. Besides, she was only borrowing the van. She would leave it with the Archdiocese of New Orleans and seek shelter with one of the convents there. They could return the van to the Sisters of Mercy. In New Orleans, she would confess, repent, and ask for absolution. The punishment would be harsh, but she deserved it.

Nancy felt guilty again when she saw several bushels of apples and pumpkins waiting to be loaded on the van tomorrow and driven down to the Sister's produce stand. There were so many repercussions for her sins. Hopefully, they would have the van back within a few days. Nancy turned to look down upon the town of Coxville. Darkness had fallen and the town was lit up. Shining above all the other lights were the bright stadium lights at the high school. "Go COCKS!" she muttered, looking down the hill. And with those last words, Sister Nancy climbed into the driver's seat and drove down the long driveway down the hill.

Nancy avoided entering main street to avoid the crowds heading towards the football game against Bartown. She should have avoided Coxville altogether, but there was one stop she had to make. The stop was in a small development of upper middle class homes on the Eastside of Coxville the opposite side of town from where the blacks lived. Blacks that the Sisters devoted a good chunk of their lives towards educating. There was even a class specifically devoted towards helping pregnant teen black women get their high school diplomas. Unfortunately, many of the teen moms were pregnant again before they got their GEDs. Nancy was horrified when the thought occurred to her that the reason the rate of teen pregnancy was so high among the black population was that the women couldn't resist the giant black cocks of their males. A fate Nancy would no doubt share if she remained in Coxville, if she weren't pregnant already.

Nancy pulled the van in on the street and shut it off. The curtains on the house across the street were open and Nancy felt tears roll down her cheeks when she saw her mother in the kitchen. Her dad soon appeared, leaning over to sniff whatever her mom was cooking before he kissed his wife on the cheek and strolling over to his recliner before starting to read the paper. Saoirse Flynn Doyle had married Patrick O'Malley when both were in their early twenties. Saoirse was about to turn fifty in a few weeks, but she was Coxville born and bred which meant she had the looks and body of a thirty year old. If Nancy remembered her fourth grade local history, the Irish had come here about a hundred years ago with the Dutch wave arriving earlier. Other waves of immigrants were on the heels of the Irish, all Northern European, German, Danish, Swedish, and even more Dutch. Her mom had an Irish father and a Dutch mother, but favored the Irish with probably the loveliest red hair and brightest green eyes in the County. Nancy favored her Dutch grandmother with blonde hair and blue eyes, but had the fair skin of her mother. Her dad was rather average looking with wavy brown hair rapidly graying. He was good man, stern, but hard working and he loved his family.

Saoirse cocked her head and yelled out. Soon Nancy's siblings appeared. The O'Malleys were very Catholic and didn't believe in birth control. They'd lectured Nancy about the sin of premarital sex though Nancy had done the calculations. She was born seven months after her parents were married. Maeve was the first to appear. She was twenty, and looked like her mother. She was living at home while attending college in Coxburg. The eighteen year old twins, Siobhan and Sinead were next. The were wearing COCKS shirts no doubt bound for the big game tonight. They were identical though Siobhan's hair was reddish-blonde with green eyes and Sinead was blondish-red with blue eyes. Sixteen year old Erin was next, long naturally curly dirty blonde hair a mix of her parents. She wore a COCKS shirt too. The poor girl was endowed with EE breasts already and the O'Malley women's breasts usually kept growing until they were twenty and usually added another cup size with pregnancy. Flynn was the last. The fourteen year old boy bore a strong resemblance to his father. Nancy strongly suspected her "every sperm is sacred" father had gotten a vasectomy as soon as he got a son. Two older sisters were absent. Twenty-two year old Ciara had met and married an Irish man on a trip to the Emerald Isle three years ago and moved in with him. She was pregnant with her second child. Last was Sofie, named after her Dutch grandmother. She was a bit of a black sheep and not just because she had raven dark hair and bright blue eyes. She'd moved to Los Angeles and was making a living as a model actress. Patrick didn't approve of her work though. Her Coxville breasts got her cast as bimbos in bad B movies or as background scenery in television shows set in popular beach areas. Sofie had once confessed that she got weekly offers to pose nude and occasional offers to make adult movies. Sofie seemed to think the offers were amusing, but she had a no nudity policy.

Tears flowed freely down Nancy's cheeks now. If god and the church forgave her, she might see them again, but who knows how long that might be?

Nancy was still sobbing when some cars pulled up on the street. The twins' senior boyfriends were in the front seat of a convertible. They honked the horn twice and Nancy saw Siobhan and Sinead start wolfing down their food. A car with novice driver pulled up behind them. Erin's boyfriend no doubt. Nancy had never met him, but knew he would have been heavily vetted by her father. Nancy started the van's ignition and pulled away before her sisters came out and spotted it. For some reason, she aimed the van West towards the lake instead of East towards the interstate, the more direct route out of the county.

Nancy tuned the radio station to the local channel. They would be covering the big Coxville v. Bartown game. There was a pre-game show going on now. The one host was discussing whether or not the new Coach Black could pull off a win even though Bartown was favored two to one odds. Nancy had tried out for cheerleader back in high school and had handily been accepted. That was the same year, Principal Long had approved the new uniforms despite Coach Summers' protests. Nancy had been quite scandalized when she tried on the skimpy new uniforms with their bare bellies and short tops. Many of the other cheerleaders could not have cared less and had no problems showing off some skin. Unfortunately, her dreams of cheerleading came to a crashing end when her football hating father showed up to the game to watch his daughter cheer and saw her in the new uniform. She was forced to quit the squad after one game. Her boyfriend Adrian hadn't approved either and he grew extremely jealous of all the attention she started getting suddenly from her male classmates including the school quarterback, the most popular boy in high school, but he partied and cursed and Nancy was totally in love with Adrian. A few months later after turning eighteen, she relented to Adrian's pleadings to go all the way with her. A week after losing their virginity a bus full of evangelicals struck and killed Adrian while he was crossing the road. "Fornication is the Devil's work" written broadly on the side. Adrian was killed for her sins.

"Forgive me my sins, heavenly father," she muttered while driving down the quieter roads West. She thought of Linus again her mind filled with the image of the handsome black youth dying horribly for her fornication too. "And forgive Linus Jefferson his sins." She'd go crazy if she had another death on her conscience. Why god, why had he pulled his big cock out? Because you asked him too, her subconscious reminded her. You wanted to see it, you whore.

Warning beeps sounded from the radio's speakers causing Nancy to jump. "Warning! There is a flash flood advisory for Western Coxville County."

Nancy leaned forwards in the driver's seat and looked up at the sky. Not a cloud in the sky. The stars were particularly bright. The radio had resumed with their coverage of the big game. The first quarter had gotten underway and a COCKS player named Samson West had scored a touchdown. "Go Cocks," she muttered.

Nancy was heading Southwest now to skirt the lake. It was dark this side of Coxville. The only lights were from the occasional farmhouse or small cluster of trailers. Here and there were some nicer houses along the road. These disappeared as the farmland turned to forest. Then she saw the first streaks of lightning in the sky ahead of her. Some drops of rain hit her windshield. She leaned forwards again. It was strange, but the sky still seemed mostly clear. A few clouds had appeared. The game was still going on East of her with no reports of bad weather. 

Nancy passed the Island Vistas of Lake Cox motel. It was a ramshackle dive catering mostly to fishermen during the summer months though most sportsmen favored a nearby campground with a boat launch. Next to the motel was a small campground general store that also sold bait and tackle. It shut down after labor day and was dark inside. The radio paused the game to blare the flash flood warning again. It was hardly raining at all. Nancy half thought she should stop at the motel, but it appeared shut down too and something told her, she wouldn't be free until she cleared Coxville County and she still had an hour more driving until she reached the county line. The road was wet now and as it passed along a brook that emptied into Lake Cox, she noticed the water was running faster and higher. The drops hitting her windshield turned to a steady patter.

"Breaking News. A slow moving thunder storm has dropped nearly three inches of rain on the borders of... {Static} county and Coxville County. There is a flash flood advisory. Travelers are urged to seek shelter and stay off the roads. This has been a special breaking weather report. We now return you to your regularly scheduled program." "...amson West scores again! That boy is on fire tonight! Which is more than I can say for quarterback Todd White."

"Damn!" she muttered, crossing herself for her blaspheme. It was raining harder now. She was only miles from the county line. Large puddles were forming. As she got closer it was getting darker and raining harder. Then she saw the flashing lights ahead. The signs were blocking the road out of Coxville County with "road closed" written across them and a detour sign that would make her turn around. She pulled off the side of the road and shut the van down, but kept the radio on to hear the game. She took her cross in her hands and said a brief prayer for guidance, but the only thing that came to her was, "Blessed is the man, who remains steadfast under trial." She must remain steadfast! She would go forth and persevere. Hopefully, the flooded roads would not be too bad. Nancy turned the key in the ignition and the electrical systems went haywire, gages moving up and down. The radio announcer's voice grew fainter and fainter until the radio died. The convent's van lost all power.

Nancy sat there in shock for several minutes. It was almost like some force was trying to prevent her from leaving the county. She gripped her crucifix tightly in her hands and mumbled the lord's prayer. When she finished, she tried the ignition again, but the van wouldn't start or turnover though some of the lights flickered so the battery had some power. Nancy opened the door and stepped out into the rain. It was a downpour now and she quickly became soaked. The lord was testing her just as he tested JOB. Even as she started walking forwards to slip between the road closed sign, the wind rose up blowing hard against her wet habit. She had to clutch her cowl tightly to her head for fear it would blow off. It was looking more and more like she would have to sleep in the van. She bowed her head and prayed to the lord for help.

The headlights appeared just as she finished her prayer. They were coming slowly from the closed flooded road across the county line. The wind and rain, the occasional flash of lightning and thunder combined with the slowly approaching car felt like something out of a horror story to the young nun and she crossed herself again.




Sister Nancy of Coxville County in Faith Exchange



She crossed the road quickly to get out of the car's way. Her black habit wasn't exactly a safe nighttime outfit for drivers to spot easily. The car slowed as it approached her and the window came down. "Well hello, Sister," said a voice from inside the car. He had a Louisiana accent. Lightning flashed to reveal a fairly handsome black man behind the wheel. His shirt was open at the chest showing off his hard pectorals. The man was also dressed a little strangely with armbands and a necklace that had a tribal appearance about them. "Need a ride?" he continued. 

Nancy was taken aback at the sight of a black man. Patrick O'Malley had driven the lesson home to her as a young teen that she was never to take a ride from strangers especially black men for they all were desperate to seduce innocent young white women. Racist yes, but his views seemed to be shared by all the other adults she knew. The white citizens of Coxville seemed desperate to keep whites and blacks as separated as possible. Yet this might be the only car that came along down this road all night. "Yes, please," she asked.

"The electrical systems in the van went crazy on me."

"Could be several things, but most likely the water pump. You'll need a mechanic for that."

"Damn!" she muttered. He looked at her in surprise. "Forgive me," she apologized. He smiled and seemed amused. "I'm Sister Nancy."

"Despre." 

He held his hand out for her and she shook it. Nancy let her eyes roam up his bare arm. The black man was very fit and she found his muscles impressive. The tribal jewelry made him look dangerous like a sexy jungle beast. Her dad may have warned her about accepting rides from black men, but he had also warned her that you shouldn't pick up hitchhikers. Big guy like this probably has a big cock, she thought, her eyes flickering down. Sure enough the fat outline of a large male phallus ran down one pant leg. Maybe Mr. Despre was the one in danger here? Jesus! What had Linus Jefferson turned her into?

"How did you get through?" she asked

"Had to go slow, but I just made it without the engine flooding. Waters are rising though."

"I was trying to get to a convent in New Orleans."

"I live in Miami, but was asked to deliver a special case of wine to New Orleans. I thought I'd take a detour on the way home when Papa Shango threw up this weird storm."

"New Orleans to Miami via Coxville County? That's quite the detour Mr. Despre." Nancy wondered who Papa Shango was.

"It's hard to explain, Sister. I felt a disturbance emanating from here last night. A strange wave of energy like nothing I've ever felt before."

"Really?" She raised one eyebrow and gave him a skeptical look. "You a Jedi or something?"

Despre chuckled. "No Sister, I'm an Obeah man."

"Obeah man?"

"Yes, a priest of Damballah."

Nancy felt an electric shock followed by a shiver of excitement course through her body at that name. She was naked, but for her cowl kneeling before a huge muscular bearded black man, his mighty cock rising up towards her lips. She vaguely remembered dreaming about such a man last night and she'd awoken aroused. It had almost prepped her for her encounter with Linus that afternoon. "Damballah," she said, the word sounding good coming from her mouth.

"Yes, what you'd know better as voodoo."

"You're a VOODOO priest!"

Despre smiled again. "Relax Sister, you've nothing to worry about. We're not all voodoo dolls and black magic. Ours is a peaceful religion that wishes to live in peace and harmony with one another and nature."

Nancy relaxed a little. "I wouldn't know anything about that. At the convent we only learn about the bible's teachings which is good enough for me."

Despre smiled again. He seemed nice, but certainly had a cocky attitude. "Hopefully Sister, before we part ways, I'll have left a very deep impression in you of what exactly a priest of Damballah can do. Voodoo and it's magic has certain perks that your religion does not."

Nancy squeezed her thighs tightly together, but could still feel trickles or arousal running from her womanhood. Her nipples were hard little pebbles too. This had started the first time Despre had said the name of his god and worsened each time she heard the name. "What perks exactly does a Priest of Damballah have?" She sucked her lower lip into her mouth to keep from moaning. She had the distinct feeling that simply chanting the name Damballah over and over again had the power to make her cum. 

"Perks of a very sexual nature, Sister," answered Despre.

"Mr. Despre!"

He laughed. "It's true Sister. Where your religion represses sexuality, mine revels in it drawing strength from the mating of man and woman. There is great power in sexual orgasms with both sexes. If you'd like I can show you?"

Nancy was aghast. "Mr. Despre! I am a nun of the Sisters of Mercy convent. I have taken a solemn vow of celibacy!" Nancy paused feeling hypocritical. She'd broken her previous vow and had only reiterated it about six hours ago. However, she fully intended to keep this one. 

Despre nodded his head in understanding. "I understand Sister, but if you change your mind and wish to be a woman for just one night, let me know."

Nancy had never been so appalled in her life. She had never encountered such gumption in a man since... since... since Linus Jefferson this morning. "Now see here, Mr..." She was interrupted by the radio.

"I've just received an important update from the National Weather Service for Western Coxville County. The storm continues to be practically stationary and is steadily dumping rain by the bucket. All roads leaving Coxville from the West are reportedly flooded. Lake Cox and all it's tributaries are swelling well above normal levels. State police have urged everyone to stay off all roads West of Lake Cox. Travelers are advised to seek immediate shelter. That's the latest from the National Weather Service and if you're here with me, I know it seems crazy folks. It's a beautiful night here in Coxville though if I were playing for Bartown, I might be praying this game would get rained out. That West boy is dynamite. I've never seen a player so motivated..."

Despre and Nancy looked at each other in alarm. The rain was pounding on the windshield so hard now, the wipers could barely keep up. The black man looked straight ahead trying to see through the blinding rain. The car slowed as it hit a big puddle and Despre pulled to the side to avoid going deeper. The car hydroplaned and ran onto the side of the road. He hit the brakes to stop forward momentum and put the car in park. "Umm, maybe we should just wait here until the rain slows."

There was a flash of lightning illuminating their surroundings and Nancy recognized where they were. "Mr. Despre, there's a motel up ahead just about a half mile. If we can make it there.."

"Right Sister. Lets go."

Nancy sighed with relief. She didn't want to be trapped in a car alone with Despre. The man had a very masculine aura about him and she didn't trust herself if he made another advance towards her person. Her hopes sank when the car's tire just spun out in the mud. The car didn't move at all.

"Damn! We're not going anywhere. The tires are just digging deeper into the mud whenever I give it gas. Look, I think I can see the motel up on the hill. It should be safe from the waters. We can make a run for it or stay here."

Nancy closed her eyes and prayed for guidance. "Lets go," she said. Despre grabbed a hand bag and the two ran out of the car into the pouring rain. Nancy almost lost a shoe in the mud and both were soaked by the time they reached the motel. As they drew closer, Nancy began to have a bad feeling about their shelter. There were no lights on anywhere and as they splashed though the parking lot, the motel sign became clear. It read; CLOSED FOR THE SEASON. "Oh dear god," cried Nancy, her wet habit clinging to her voluptuous body. 

"Wait under the awning, I'll check the office, but it looks like we're shit out of luck." Despre jogged over to the office door while Nancy put her hands together and prayed. She did not want to be trapped in a car with the attractive black man. She looked up just as he jogged back. He was grinning. "We're in luck. You're not going to believe it, but there was a set of keys hanging outside for travelers in need of shelter. There was a slot to slip fifty dollars through or whatever you can afford."

Nancy smiled. Thank god. He'd answered her prayers. "That's Coxville County hospitality for you, Mr. Despre. Where's my key?"

"It's just Despre and there was only one key."

Nancy's heart sank. She would have been safer in the car. "Oh," she whispered softly.

"Lets go check out our room, Sister."

"Despre," she called running after him. "I trust you'll respect my privacy and my position as a servant of the church." She crossed herself. As long as he kept to his bed and she kept to hers, they would be alright. 

Despre fumbled with the old fashioned key as Western Coxville County hadn't heard of key cards yet. "Sister Nancy, I will respect your wishes whether you choose to follow your beliefs or the needs of your body. Whether or not you experience the perks of a servant of Damballah, is up to you."

Nancy's nipples popped out again and a fresh wave of arousal wet her thighs at that word again. "Thank you Mr. Despre, but I choose to remain faithful to my vows..."

"Suit yourself, Sister," said Despre stepping into the room. He turned when he realized she wasn't following him. 

Nancy was frozen outside the door still getting soaked by the rain. She was staring in dismay at the single bed occupying the room. It wasn't even a king-sized bed, but a smaller Queen. "Oh no," she moaned, crossing herself again.

Despre reached out and took her hand. "Fear not Sister, I'll sleep on the floor." He gently tugged the wet nun into the room and closed the door. "We do need to get out of these wet clothes before we catch pneumonia. Do you want to shower first?"

With you? Nancy's breasts pressed hard against the glass shower door as Despre rammed his big black cock home again and again in her slutty pussy. She grabbed the top of the door holding tightly, big Coxville titties mashed against the glass, moaning as his cock brought her to orgasm after orgasm. Nancy shook her head. "No, you go first," she told him.

Nancy watched him enter the bathroom. He left the door open a crack and she wished it was open wider when he pulled the soaked shirt off over his head. She could just make out the rippling muscles on his back. She turned away. "Ass," she hissed though clenched teeth. She was sure he had left it open on purpose. Teasing her with his manliness. 

Nancy went over to the alarm and turned the radio on. It was already tuned to the local station. "The Coxville Cocks have come away with an upset victory over the Bartown Beaver team. Thanks in part to the outstanding performance by our MVP of the game, Samson West!" Nancy sat up and clapped her hands in delight. "GO COCKS!" she cried, wishing she were in the stands cheering on her alma mater with her blood sisters. 

"What's this about cock?"

Nancy was still excited for her team. "The Coxville Cocks. Our local high school football team just showed the Bartown Beavers who's boss." She turned grinning, her smile dropping when she saw the half naked black man. Despre had a hotel towel tied around his waist. Otherwise, he was naked but for a strange silver necklace and armbands around his biceps. His chest was fit and muscular, perhaps the sexiest she'd ever seen on a man. Worse, there was a fat banana shaped bulge outlined beneath the towel. The end of the big bulge ran nearly to the end of the towel almost to his knees. Nancy threw herself to her knees, yanking down the towel. "But this is the only cock I like, big and black" she said taking the huge cock head between her lips.

"Sister... Sister... Are you alright?"

Nancy shook her head to clear it and stood off the bed. The ass was grinning at her. He'd caught her staring at his bulge. "I'm fine. Just fine. I think I'll take that hot shower now." Or maybe a cold one, she thought. She snuck past him to the bathroom while he sat on the bed and turned off the radio.

Nancy sighed as she stripped off her habit. The dark fabric was so soaked it felt like it weighed a lot more then normal. She bent over the tub and turned the water on waiting for it to warm up. Naked, she turned and looked at the door. She stepped through it. Despre was naked on the bed shamelessly masturbating his foot long black cock. "I knew you wanted this bad, Sister," he said, grinning as she straddled him and guided the huge cock head to it's new home in her soaked pussy.

Nancy turned away from the door. She looked down at her sinful body. Not only were her nipples hard little points, but her entire areola had swollen with her immoral lust. There was a little puddle on the floor between her legs where her arousal was dripping from her vag... no, her wicked needy pussy, as wet as her rain soaked habit. What had Linus Jefferson done to her? Why was her impious mortal form reacting with such lust just being in the presence of the handsome black priest of Dambal... Nancy almost cried out her need as the drips from her pussy turned to a steady trickle. 

Her only adornment was her gold cross. She grabbed it, praying for guidance. Not for the first time did she began to have doubts about joining the church. It wasn't just her newly awakened sexuality either. She didn't want to wear her habit. She wanted to be dressed like a normal young woman, drinking a beer, and cheering on the COCKS besides her twin sisters and poor top heavy Erin. She stepped into the shower, moaning almost sexually when the hot water struck her back. She grabbed the bar of soap. It was already wet from where Despre had used it earlier on his hard black body. She rubbed it hard over her belly letting it build up a lather then she brought the soap and her lathered hands up to her heavy DD bosom. This soap, this lather, had touched his sexy black chest just minutes earlier. She pinched her nipples, moaning in surprise at how sensitive they were while Despre flicked his tongue over first the left then the right. He stood pressing his soapy wet body tightly against hers. He stared her in the face and she felt her love growing for him even as he grinned, his slippery body sliding down her voluptuous figure, kissing her nipples again, tongue slipping in her navel. She thrust her hips forwards, opening her legs as Despre's tongue slid along her pussy slit. "Damballah," she whispered, then "AAAHHHH!" as she came.

Nancy pulled her finger from her pussy in alarm even as the last little squirt of fluid shot from it. She'd orgasmed! Masturbation was but another sin to add to her growing list. At least maybe her orgasm would help calm her down, but instead she felt more lustful then ever. She needed something bigger then her little white finger to satisfy her needs. Nancy grabbed a towel. It wasn't very big and it was the only one left. "Yes," she answered, hearing Despre call her name. 

"I hope you don't mind, but I turned off the radio?"

"Certainly, Mr... Despre." She wrapped the towel around her and exited the door.

"This West kid sounds like he's dynamite. The press is raving about this upset."

"His brother, Herc, was a couple years behind me and as good. The COCKS have had some great players, but not been a great team for some time now. Hopefully, the new Coach Black is turning things around."

Despre turned the alarm radio off and looked up at her, eyes widening in surprise when he glanced at her. His head even nodded slightly in approval of her form. "Here I was feeling depressed about getting stranded, but then I realized that I'm being kept company by your ravishing beauty."

Nancy blushed as she tucked the towel tight behind her back. It was large enough to cover her breasts, but it barely covered her vagina. If she stood on her toes, she'd be flashing him her beaver. A part of her wanted to do just that, drop the towel even for him, but then the light flashed off her gold cross reminding her who she was. "Mr, I mean Despre, don't say that, I'm a plain boring old nun."

"I would argue that all night until you were even redder in the face then you are now." He smiled as her blush grew even more crimson. "In all honesty, I've never seen a white woman with a body as fantastic as yours. You're as stacked as the black women of Damballah Island."

FUCK ME! FUCK ME! Nancy nearly stumbled, her mind telling her to fall to her knees, yank off his towel and take his beautiful black cock into her mouth. She calmed herself. "You're going to be very impressed with the women of Coxville, Mr. Despre."

"I'm already impressed, Sister, but I think we should get some sleep." He grabbed a pillow. "No spare blankets?" He asked, looking around. 

"You can have the one off the bed. It's hot in here anyway." Nancy laid down on the bed deciding to stay on top of the covers.

"The air conditioning doesn't appear to be working. I'll be fine." Despre laid down on the floor and groaned in disproval. 

"You alright?"

"Fine Sister, floor's just hard."

"This is nonsense. We're all adults here. We can share the bed, just stay on your side."

"Well, I won't argue that," said Despre. Nancy watched the massive bulge of his penis swing under the towel as her climbed to his feet and slipped onto the bed. "Good night, Sister."

"Goodnight," she replied. They both rolled onto their sides facing away from each other. The bed was small and seemed even smaller with Despre's muscular form sharing it with her. Their rear ends were touching. Despite the exhausting day, she was so wound up, she didn't think she'd fall asleep quickly and it wasn't that late in the evening. She assumed the young virile black man would be as wound up too, but then soft snores came from his side of the bed so quickly, she almost felt insulted that he wasn't even going to try making a pass at her. Despite herself, Nancy's eyes closed.

Nancy's eyes opened. She was on her back now, the towel open, her finger had found her pussy again and Despre was standing at the foot of the bed watching her intently. She spread her legs wider, finger working deeper as he watched. His cock was a true behemoth. The black monstrosity rearing up before him in a show of approval for her performance. He was darker skinned then she'd thought, his frame wider and more muscular, and he had grown a beard. He seemed familiar to her. She was whimpering for him. His head gave her a subtle nod. "Damballah," she whispered.

Nancy came again and this time it was for real. She could feel the warm fluid coating her fingers. The bearded black man nodded his approval and it filled her body with pleasure that she had pleased him so. He approached her and she reached for his cock, but it was insubstantial and her hand passed right through it. He was insubstantial too. He had walked right through the bed so that his cock could line up with her pussy. She wanted his cock. It filled her with sadness that she could not give herself to him. He looked sad too, sad and angry. He glanced heavenward and held his arms outstretched. She was staring at Jesus on the cross only it was the antique crucifix with the Negroid features that she had prayed to earlier at the convent. Nancy was lucid dreaming both asleep and awake. The dream was bizarre and it made her feel both like an outside observer and an active participant. 

The bearded man smiled for the first time, but it was a dark sinister smile. She raised her hips up towards his giant ghost cock noticing that her fingers were still masturbating her pussy for him. He nodded over to the sleeping form of Despre, now on his back. Nancy nodded. She kept fingering herself with her hips lifted off the bed even as her other hand reached down and pulled the sleeping black man's towel open. She rose and straddled her companion looking back to see if the ghost approved. He was staring off into space, eyes bulging out. His hands came down from the crucified position and grabbed his throat like he was choking. His cock burst, spraying Nancy and Despre with his cum. It was as insubstantial as the rest of him, but she swore when it hit her, there was a slight breeze and afterwards, her skin felt damp. The bearded man's head snapped to the side like his neck had just broke and he faded away. She felt sad for him.




Sister Nancy of Coxville County in Faith Exchange



Nancy slowly came to her senses to the sounds of drums off in the distance. The beat was a steady rhythm, lub-dub-lub-dub-lub-dub. "Hmmm," she muttered, opening her eyes. "What's that?" She reared up in shock. Her head had been laying on Despre's chest just over his heart. "Oh my!!!" she whispered while wondering, how did I get on top of Despre? Luckily, his head was still turned to the side and he was snoring. With luck, she might slip off him without waking him. He may have been asleep, but his cock was coming to life. Her pussy was dribbling her arousal over his pubes and the base of his cock, she could feel his shaft swelling as it slowly lifted off his thigh.

I need to get him off, I mean get off him, she thought, but when she rose and turned to look down at his chest, she couldn't stop her hand from coming down to touch his hard muscles. Oh my god! She thought. His body... it's so sculpted. I've only dreamed of someone so sculpted. His skin is so dark next to mine. Her white hand stood out against his dark brown skin. She couldn't have stopped her hand from wandering down his hard muscular chest if she had tried. The contrast was... sexy... arousing. She'd felt the same with Linus this morning. 

Before she got off him, she had to see what the big thing rising between her thighs looked like. She glanced over her shoulder. His cock was a true monster and the tip rose inches above the curve of her ass. Oh god!, she thought. His... thing... it's so... long... so hard. His cock was perfect, as sculpted as his body. There was one thing odd about it. His cock was a darker color then his skin, dark to the point of being purple like it was stained. Shit! I'm leaking all over him, she thought even as she pushed her dripping pussy lips hard against the thick shaft and let her hips rise, to slide her pussy higher, towards the tip. She had to fight her desire to moan by keeping her mouth tightly shut.

Bump and ridge and bulging vein all slid along her labia and clitoris as her pussy rose up along the shaft. The flared ridge of his head was next and then her labia was opening for the head. God forgive me, but I need to know how he feels inside me. Ow! Ow! Ow! She thought as the big head spread her pussy lips wide open. Wow, he's so big! Unbelievable! Here was yet another superior black cock poised to fuck her. Up until then, Nancy still half believed she was having yet another sex fantasy, but as the tip of his cock slowly pushed into her, the pleasure she started to feel was way too real.

"WHAAA!!!" Nancy gasped out loud as Despre's cock thrust up hard into her, pushing deep, but not fully penetrating her. Nancy found herself falling to his chest and then flipping over onto her back. She came down hard on the bed totally surprised with Despre grinning down at her, half his cock still spearing her pussy.

"What do you think you're doing Sister," he said teasing her. "I thought you were a chaste and celibate proper girl?"

"I'm sorry," she hissed, gasping for breath. "I... I couldn't control myself. "My urges... they.. I'm so... horny."

"I'm disappointed in you, Sister. Some one has opened up this tight pussy already. I wanted to be the first."

Nancy sobbed squirming beneath him, but it wasn't to escape. Her hips were lifting into his cock trying to get more of it inside her. "One of my students... earlier today... fucked me so good... not a whore...couldn't help myself... not a whore... he was eighteen legal... please Despre... I'm not a whore."

"Oh, but you will be," he growled. 

"MMMFFF!!!" His lips came down hard on hers. Nancy wasn't expecting him to kiss her. She stared wide eyed in shock for a few seconds before her eyes slowly closed and she let his tongue in her mouth. She had never kissed a man so passionately before. 

Despre broke the kiss and reared up, arching his back as he shoved his cock in balls deep. Nancy's mouth opened wide in a scream of pleasure. Her hands gripped the bed sheets pulling on them as her legs wrapped around his trim waist. "A woman with a body like this deserves to be fucked," he snarled. "And fucked well. And fucked often," he added.

"Despre... wait... I... oh MY GOD!" Waves of pleasure emanated upwards from her pussy as Despre laid down on top of her and started fucking her hard. His cock was like a jack hammer. "OH FUCK! DESPRE! PLEASE!!" This was so sinful, but then anything that felt this good had to be sinful. Her ultimate submission to him was growing inside her womb, but she fought it. "Stop! I'm a good catholic girl!! Nancy turned her face away and gritted her teeth. "Don't make me cum like this," she hissed.

He's not going to stop fucking me! God forgive me! He feels so good! He was on his knees now, holding her hips off the bed as his cock continued to hammer her hungry pussy. How these black men could last so long at such a pace, she'd never know. Her white boyfriend had ejaculated after only a few strokes. Linus had fucked her hard with his powerful black cock. It had dominated her body into surrendering. Despre was the same yet different. His superior cock was dominating her too, but fucking the black priest was way more intimate like fucking a long term lover that knew exactly how to please her. She'd realized that the moment he kissed her. Her thighs wouldn't stop quivering as his cock thrust in and out between them. She wrapped her legs around him tighter like they were her lifeline to her extreme pleasure. "Oh no," she grunted. "I'm going to... I'm going to..." He slammed his cock forward and fell on top of her again. "C-CUUUMM!!" she screamed. He held his cock buried in her pussy letting it squeeze and contract around every inch of his shaft. She may have been married to god, but as a woman, she couldn't help but fall a little bit in love with a man that could make her orgasm like this. She gasped, panting for air as the multiple large contractions faded away.

Despre felt the same thing for the lovely young Christian woman writhing beneath him. He reared up again, grabbing the headboard as he continued working his cock on her sopping wet pussy. He'd never had a girl squeeze his cock like this one just had. All that celibacy is wasted on a girl like this, he rationalized. 

"OH MY GOD!! PLEASE FUCK ME HARDER!! Screamed the hot young thing beneath him. "DON'T STOP!" He didn't want to stop. He didn't want to ever stop fucking this hot white servant of the Christian god, the oppressor god, the god of the enslavement of his people. I need to make sure this woman is mine, he thought. I gotta keep my shit together or I'm gonna cum hard. Even as the thought hit him, Sister Nancy twisted around on his cock in pure ecstasy. She was on her side, one leg around his waist and one over his shoulder. The cross leaped between her massive Coxville breasts. She was tensing up again. Gotta think of her as just another white bitch milking my dick. "OH! OH!! OH GOD!! F-FUCK!! Y-YES!! YES! FUCK YES!! Y-YES!! YES!! D-DON'T S-STOP_P!! He gritted his teeth. He didn't plan to stop. He was going to fuck the sexy nun for hours... The wave of sexual energy hit him catching him off guard even as he buried his cock, the first spurt of his hot seed filling her womb. "I'M I'M CUMMING AG-AGAIN" Her pussy was contracting all around his spurting cock again, milking the sperm from his shaft. Despre's orgasm lasted as long as hers. He looked down at her beautiful face still contorting with the ecstasy of her orgasm. He'd never lost control like this before. He'd never cum like that before. They both kept cumming as the waves of sexual energy engulfed their bodies though she couldn't sense it like he could. Something big had just happened many miles to the East of them. Something very important to Damballah.

Nancy slowly came to her senses. She felt a chill and the rain was loud. She raised her head and glanced towards the open door to the room. Her black infidel was standing out in the rain buck naked and gazing off in the distance. "Despre?" she called. He turned towards the open door and then looked down the road again before turning to come into their motel room. "What are you doing?"

He picked up his towel and dried off. "What's East of here?" he asked.

"The town of Coxville," she replied. "Why?"

"Just curious," he answered, walking over to the foot of the bed. Nancy was curious too. Coxville was almost two hours East and you couldn't see the lights from here, but she let it go when he climbed back onto the bed with something in his hand. He grinned down at her. "Baby, you are one hot firecracker," he told her.

Her slut body was betraying her again. She opened her legs and raised her hips up towards his swelling black cock. "Oh, Oh my," she moaned writhing a little on the bed. There was still a river of his seed still pouring from her pussy, yet her body craved another load. "You're amazing," she told him. "Your dick is so amazing. Again please?" 

He laughed and held up a small jar. "We're not even close to being done," he told her. Words on the jar read, Waters of Dumballa. "Remember the perks of being a voodoo priest?" He scooped some jelly from the jar. It was purplish black and had a thick consistency. She couldn't recognize the smell, but it was delightful. "Here it is."

"Wait.. What is that supposed to do?" she asked even as he brought the dollop on his fingers down to her left nipple. "OH MY FUUUCCKKK!" she gasped. Her already erect nipple hardened and swelled even as her entire areola puffed up. The erogenous zone in her nipple suddenly felt enhanced by about 100%. "What the..." she panted even as he coated her right nipple, pinching it hard as that nipple swelled up. "OH GOD MY NIPPLES!!!"

"This just makes your sensitive parts drive you to the verge of maddening lust," he told her, grinning evilly and Nancy wondered if her were indeed Satan for only the devil could have such an affect on her body.

Nancy writhed on the bed. "Uh oh fuck nipples oh oh," she muttered like a woman possessed. She bent her knees and lifted her entire crotch off the bed. Her sexy belly was undulating with a rising lust. "OH DESPRE!" Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. "IT'S AMAZING! I FEEL SO HOT. SO... SLUTTY... OH FUCK... FUCK ME!!!" She was completely lost to the lust within her. She looked over at the black stud, kneeling on the bed. His mighty cock rising up from his crotch. She licked her lips as she took in it's glory. "FUCK MY MOUTH." She demanded. "I WANT TO TASTE YOU!"

"As you... URRRFFF... wish," he grunted in surprise when she sucked half his cock down her throat. The encounter with her student earlier no doubt training her somewhat for sucking big cock. He pushed forward feeling his cock slide deeper down her throat even as her tongue wiggled the underside of his shaft. The waters of Dumballa never fail to bring out the slut in any girl, he thought, gritting his teeth at her wild enthusiasm. But this one... She's so pent up with lust... Fuck! She's goin suck the black off ma dick.

He grabbed the blonde hair on her head and began fucking her throat. 

Nancy moaned lustfully around the throbbing living cock sliding in and out of her throat. Oh fuck! She thought. He's using me like a whore. Like those nigger town whores I try to rehabilitate and it feels so good, so natural and right.

Despre released her head, but she kept slurping. He reached over for the jar of jelly. He scooped another dollop up on his fingers. "Now let's get your pussy ready." He reached over and easily inserted his two fingers into her pussy. The lust maddened nun was so horny she bent and lifted her knees so that her pussy was almost facing straight up for his probing fingers. 

Nancy slurped on his cock while wondering, what he was doing to her. He coated her entire crotch area with the jelly before removing his fingers. Not that she needed them. The jelly was having the same effect down there that it had on her nipples. Her labia was quivering even as her clitoris swelled up. Everywhere his jelly coated fingers had penetrated, the nerve endings were quivering with intense pleasure. Oh fuck!!!! Nancy started choking on his cock. She needed to scream. Despre knew what was going on and yanked back on his hips until his cock sprang up dripping with her saliva. "I'M CUMMING!" she screamed even as he grapsed her arms and lifted her to her knees. "SO... SO... FUCKING HAAAAARD!!" She was on her knees, legs spread, back resting against him. Her orgasm was enormous and she was shocked to see a stream of fluid shoot from her pussy to splatter on the bed. "OH OH FUCK FUCK F_FUCK" she panted as the stream continued. 

"Oh dear," said Despre in her ear. "Looks like I used too much. "Good girl." He pushed his cock between her ass cheeks and pulled her had back so that she was looking up into his eyes even though her pupils looked dilated. One hand gripped her neck and the other her wrist possessively. "Be a good Catholic girl," he whispered. "Cum for me. Don't stop cumming." And she did. Even as he spoke more less powerful squirts of her cum were shot from her pussy in a steady stream. "Tonight this pussy, these tits..." He released her and reached around the grab her heavy bosom. She gasped and came again when he pinched her ultra sensitive nipples. "...are mine. Tonight you serve Damballah." Another spray of fluid shot from her pussy at the mention of Damballah's name.

He grabbed her neck again and turned her head towards his. She was gasping for air. "Oh Despre, I'm so sore.. So tired... make it stop," she begged. Her first orgasm from the jelly had been as powerful as any three Linus had given her earlier combined. Cumming so much was exhausting and... addicting. "I'm not a whore, but I feel like I'm becoming one."

He kissed her on the lips, her lips parting, tongue dancing against his before he pulled back. "I know baby, but you're so sexy like this. I like it when you look like a whore, my little slut."

Nancy threw her arms around his neck and gazed lovingly into his eyes. "I'm your little slut?" she asked, liking the idea. She was aware of his hand down between them stroking his cock and she felt bad that he hadn't cum since she had started sucking him. "Oh god baby, fuck my hungry cunt," she pleaded as her arousal grew again. "It feels like my pussy won't stop throbbing and leaking."

Despre's evil grin seemed to never leave his face. "And it won't stop baby, not until I've had my fun with you.." He pushed her back and nodded downwards. 

Nancy's eyes moved down his hard sculpted body and she gasped at the sight of his engorged cock, now coated with jelly as he stroked it. "Oh god!" she gasped in lust at the sight. This explained the stained blackness of his cock. He must use the water of Dumballa regularly. Not only was his cock so hard and swollen from the jelly that it looked like he was about to cum, but his entire cock looked even longer and thicker now. "It get's bigger?" she asked in disbelief. Nancy had never wanted anything more in her life. "Please fuck me," she pleaded, staring down at his engorged purple shaft. "Fuck me."

He pushed her down on all fours as he moved behind her. His soaked cock fell between her ass cheeks and her anus started tingling with lust as the jelly slid over it. "This big nigga cock is gonna take you to heaven," he told her, arrogantly as he slid the hard shaft up and down between her ass cheeks. "Say it my little slut."

Nancy arched her back and looked over her shoulder. "Take me to heaven with your big nigga cock."

"What's the magic word?"

"PLEEEEASE!" Even Nancy was shocked by how quickly Despre yanked his hips back and buried his cock with one hard thrust. He grabbed her hips fucking her hard. Oh my god, he's not going to stop fucking me. The jelly had made his cock look like it was on the verge of cumming, yet he didn't seem anywhere close to cumming. His hard thrusts propelled her forwards and she fell flat on the bed with only her ass thrust upward for his ever plunging cock. His cock coated the entire inside of her pussy with the jelly amplifying her pleasure a hundred fold. Her cervix tingled easily opening for the hard knob of his cock head. "AH AH AAH AH UNH AH," she grunted constantly. The bed beneath their crotches soon grew soaked from the constant spray of her arousal and orgasms she was cumming so much.

Depre's mouth was beside her ear. "You're so sexy," he whispered. "You're the hottest thing I ever fucked. You were born for black dick, baby. Your sexy white body gonna need some nigga cock somethin regular from now on. You shouldn't fight it, Sister. You're a slut for nigga cock."

Despre pulled back, grabbing her arms and pulling her up with him. Her breasts bounced with each thrust of his cock. I love it so much I can barely breathe, she thought. He's going to torture me with his cock until I give up everything to him. Despre thrust forward and the first strong blast of his seed filled her womb. Oh fuck!!! He's cumming in me! She could feel every squirt from his rapidly pumping cock. Her womb felt hot from the warmth of so much semen. There is so much cum pouring into me. More then the first time. "F-FU-FUCK!!!" she screamed. "I C-CCANT S-STOP C-C-CUMMING!" It was too much pleasure for any woman to endure. She grew dizzy and the room faded black. She was finally getting relief from the constant torturous pleasure his still squirting cock was giving her. As Nancy slowly passed out she muttered thanks to the lord, "Praise... Damballah."

"Dayumn," growled Despre slowly yanking his engorged cock from the sweet nun's pussy. It surprised him by sending one last spurt of semen across her ass. The waters of Dumballa (an alternative regional spelling, but then his lord had many names) acted not only as an aphrodisiac for both men and women, but also as a testosterone rub. He's used it so often, masturbating when there were no willing women around, that it had stained his cock, but it had also enhanced his abilities and his semen production had kicked into overdrive. He'd once donated some sperm to a fertility clinic and the doctors had been astounded by the concentration of sperm and the sheer amount of his ejaculate. Apparently it had impressed the sexy Latina nurse too as he let her get hands on with it later that night. Nancy wanted to slump, but he pushed her ass up, to hold as much of his semen inside her as possible, though it was bubbling up from her pussy like a geyser as he watched. He hoped that the jackass student of hers that had gotten a crack at her earlier hadn't knocked her up. He wanted to be the one that planted a baby in her belly and hopefully the waters of Dumballa would help. The stuff would have made her extra hormonal too, to the point of dropping quite a few eggs. He left the bed and went to the bathroom, plugging the tub and turning the water on. When he came back, his seed was still leaking from her pussy in a flood...

...A flood! Nancy felt like she was drowning in the white viscous sea surrounding her. Her heavy garments were pulling her under so she yanked off her habit as quickly as possible watching the black cloak quickly sink disappearing beneath the flood of sperm that had destroyed the world, drowning all the wickedness of man. Just when she felt the last of her strength draining from her and thought she would soon be joining her discarded habit, the boat appeared. The ark was as massive as it had appeared in all the illustrations she'd ever seen of it. A ladder was thrown over the side and her sperm soaked naked body slowly made it's way up the side of the massive boat. She fell to her knees, kissing the deck in her relief and joy. She looked up, expecting to see two of every animal, giraffe heads sticking out of the roof, elephant trumpets, anything, but there were nothing but snakes, black snakes of all shapes and sizes slithering around the deck, thousands of them, millions even. Nancy reared back in alarm, scrambled to her feet and moved towards the prow of the ship. There a dark figure in a shepherd's cloak was leaning over the side. "Noah!" she gasped, falling to her feet, still covered with sperm. The figure turned, his robe was open and his black body was covered in enormous muscles as was the enormous muscle between his legs. The huge black cock was hard and aimed over the side of the railing, spitting out semen like a fire hose at full blast. The kneeling woman looked up as the bearded black man turned to face her. She spread her arms out beseechingly as the strong spray of semen showered down upon her body coating her in even more of his seed. The spray moved down hitting her torso and she reached up to clear the sperm from her eyes even as the black man moved closer. He was grinning, pleased with her, and she grinned back even as the enormous cock between his legs rose back up towards her face, but it was no longer a cock, it was a giant black snake that opened it's jaw wide, fangs dripping with white venomous sperm. The snake lunged at her, the head completely engulfing her face.




Sister Nancy of Coxville County



When they got to the room, Linus took up a seat in the front row while Sister Nancy sat behind the teacher's desk. They looked at each other for a few moments, both of them smiling at each other. Linus knew she'd checked out his junk and simply couldn't get over it - for the first time ever, the hottest woman he knew had deliberately looked at his big dick, something he'd fantasised about since he started attending the convent. That implied she was interested in him - it had to!

Sister Nancy looked back at him, her mind full of images from her dream but instead of being the almost faceless black man beneath the oak, she found herself imagining young Linus in his place. It was Linus who grinned down at her as she sucked on his cock - it was Linus who drove that big tool inside her pussy as she writhed in ecstasy.

She shook herself, breaking their stare. This was no way to be thinking about a student, she admonished herself.

"Did you bring your study books, Linus?" she asked.

"Sho did," Linus said, pulling a couple of books from the small backpack he'd carried in.

"Well you carry on from where Sister Mary-Anne left off and, if you need to, feel free to ask me a question."

Linus grinned. He'd never been a shy youth but for some reason, this morning he found himself blessed with more confidence than normal.

"I got a question for you," he said, staring at the pretty young nun. "Why'd you look at my junk when I came in?" he asked with a smile.

"What?" Nancy said, blushing. "I don't know what you mean. I'd never - I mean, you're a student."

"Sho, sho, you never looked at it," Linus said. He grabbed hold of his sweatpants leg and pulled it tight around his right thigh, the material wrapping around the large, obvious log of his cock as it reached almost two thirds of the way down to his knee. Nancy's eyes widened against as she took it in. "Just like you ain't looking at it now, right?"

Nancy looked up at him, knowing he'd caught her.

"Linus, please don't do that," she said. "I'm a nun, for goodness sake."

"What you is is one damn fine woman," Linus said. "Bet you's da kinda woman who'd 'preciate summat like dis," he said, running his hand along his long length.

"Mr Jefferson, stop that," Sister Nancy said forcefully. "You've always been an excellent student. Please don't ruin that now."

Linus' smile faltered a little and he turned back to his books. "Fine," he said, not looking at her. "But we both know you want me."

Sister Nancy turned to the book on Sister Mary-Anne's desk and leafed through it, trying to ignore her handsome, tall, strong student and read what was written in the text book. It was no good, though - her mind kept drifting back to the dream she'd had last night.

As the fog had surrounded them, the dark, shadowy man began to fuck her with a phallus to make the devil envious. He'd pounded that enormous cock deep inside her almost virginal pussy over and over, bringing her easily to the orgasms she'd heard her classmates talk about but had never experienced with Adrian. Until that point, she'd never even considered sex with a black man and yet her dream lover had seemingly ignited a desire in her that longed to be realised.

But how could she? She was a nun, married to Jesus. That thought, she knew, had been the last thing on her mind during her passionate dream encounter, an encounter that had left her ready to finger fuck herself silly that morning and to consider using a candle not ten minutes ago. Even in the shower, she'd had to work extra hard to stop thinking of the dark man and his huge length of penis - a penis length that Linus seemed to share.

Sister Nancy looked up from her daydream to see Linus touching himself, squeezing his crotch even.

"Mr Jefferson, what do you think you are doing?"

Linus yanked his hand back. "Forgive me sister, I can't help it. I'm just so horny," he said with a smile.

Sister Nancy looked down at his bulging sweatpants. "Take it out and give it some air," she told him, licking her lips.

"Say what?" he said, not believing his ears.

"You heard me," Sister Nancy said, not entirely believing her own ears. "Take it out. Let me - let me see it."

Prank or a dream, Linus didn't care - there was no way he was missing out on this opportunity. He raised his ass a little and pushed his sweatpants down to his knees, revealing the thick, veined log of his huge cock that rested against his thigh. The big length throbbed, thickening slightly as he took hold of it and stroked it, watching the busty nun the whole time.

"Oh my God," Sister Nancy said quietly. "That's - that's huge."

Linus grinned. "S'bout a foot long," he said proudly. "N'thick, too. Wanna come have a closer look, Sister?" he said, holding it upright and waving it at her.

Sister Nancy thought for the briefest of moments before she stepped out from behind the teacher's desk and walked over to Linus' seat. They looked at each other, staring into each other's eyes, before she slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him, now looking at the thick, black cock he held up in front of her.

"It's so big," she breathed.

"Betcha ain't seen a cock before, eh Sister?" Linus asked. He ran his hand up his big dick, the head leaking clear pre-cum which he smeared all over his shaft, his hand moving easier over the thickly veined trunk.

"I - I had a boyfriend - before I was a nun," she said quietly, watching his hand slide up and down his cock.

"White guy?"

"Uh-huh."

"Shit. I was right, then. Ain't no white guy got a cock like this. M'right?" Sister Nancy nodded, her blue eyes never leaving his dick. "How big was he?" Linus asked.

"Four inches," she said, smiling as Linus laughed.

"Four? When he was hard?" She nodded, making him laugh louder. "Damn, Sister, I can see why you became a nun. You weren't giving up nothin', were you?" Linus slid his hand down to the base of his cock and bent it forward, pointing it at the gorgeous nun. "Why don't you suck on this big nigga dick, Sister?"

Sister Nancy's eyes went wide at the suggestion and for a moment Linus thought he'd gone too far. His new-found bravado faltered a little - this was Coxville where blacks and whites did not hook up. It hadn't been that long ago that his grandfather had been beaten to within an inch of his life just for looking at some big titted white girl as she'd walked down the street. Now here he was, expecting one of the finest women in the town - and a goddam nun on top of that - to just suck on his cock like he asked.

Staring at him the whole time, Sister Nancy leaned forward and placed her full, pink, shining lips against the head of his enormous dick, kissing it. She moved her pursed lips left and right, rubbing them over his shiny, purple knob, smearing his pre-cum over them.

Linus smiled not unkindly. "You needs ta open yo mouth, Sister," he said. Slowly, Sister Nancy did as he said, opening her lips, the bulbous knob slipping between them slightly as Linus moved forward a little. "That's it," he said. "Open those pretty lips wide for me."

The busty nun did so, mewling in surprise as she felt the big, flared head of his cock slip into her mouth, resting heavily on her tongue. She stared at Linus who just the day before had been nothing more than another of her students, someone she was helping overcome his disadvantaged background. The thought of him doing something like this - the thought of her doing something like this with him or anyone else - had never once entered her head. Yet now, following the dream last night, she'd thought of little else this morning except a big dick - a big, black dick.

And here she was with one resting, pulsing in her mouth.

Linus reached out and cupped the back of her head, his big hand wrapping itself in her wimple. Slowly he pushed her forward, another inch or so of his cock sliding into her mouth, before he gently pulled her back. As much as he wanted to fuck her hard and fast, he didn't want to scare her and ruin this for either of them.

Sister Nancy turned out to be a natural, picking up on his instruction quickly, moving her head forward and back on his cock. As her mouth filled with saliva, she began sucking and slurping, clear lines of spit running from her lips, down his huge shaft.

"Yeah, that's it, Sister," Linus said. "Those big lips of yours look so pretty wrapped round my big, black cock." He beckoned her closer. "Let's see if you can take some more."

Sister Nancy's old boyfriend had tried to get her to take his dick in her mouth on more than one occasion but she'd only succumbed once. No sooner had she put her lips around it, Adrian had groaned and released his small, watery load which had tasted so unpleasant she'd determined never to do it again. To say that Linus' cock was different was like saying roses and house bricks were different - they were completely different and she found herself eagerly moving forward, taking another inch or two into her mouth.

She uttered a muffled "Ummpfff!" as the head of his big dick nudged against the back of her throat and she backed off, looking at him, just the knob held between her lips.

"Go slow, Sister," he said. "I ain't gonna force ya."

"Thank you," she said around his knob before working her way back down his length. Again, his cock bumped into the back of her throat but this time she kept going, pushing herself forward, making herself gag and cough on the hard piece of meat in her mouth. More spit ran from her lips, running down and dripping from his thick shaft.

"Fuck, Sister," Linus breathed. "You really hungry for that cock, ain't ya?"

Sister Nancy's pussy throbbed with desire as she realised her student was right - she felt hungrier for the huge cock in her mouth than she ever had the few times she'd had sex with Adrian. Eager to show him how right he was, Nancy took a deep breath and forced herself on to his cock, the head slipping down her throat followed by the first few inches.

Linus watched in amazement as the busty, inexperienced nun became the first woman to ever deep throat his cock. She kept going until her nose bumped into the neatly trimmed pubes at the base of his shaft, holding herself there, working her throat along his big, veined length until she had to let him go so she could breathe.

"Holy shit, Sister," Linus gasped. "No chick's ever taken the whole damn thing."

"Was that - was that all right?" Sister Nancy asked, drool running down her chin to stain her habit, darkening the material covering her huge tits.

"Shit, girl, you do that again an' I'm gonna bust a nut in yo mouth."

Nancy grinned at him. Adrian's semen had been awful - but then Linus was so different to him in so many ways and she found herself wanting to taste his "nut".

She took another deep breath, opened her mouth wide and slowly swallowed his entire cock once again, suppressing the urge to gag as she felt his knob slip down her throat.

"Ahh fuck - yeah, Sister - eat that cock," Linus gasped, watching the nun move her head up and down, snatching quick breaths as she deep throated him over and over. "Ahh - oh fuck - fuck, Sister - here it comes - get ready - here it - fucking - cums!"

Linus groaned as his cock lurched in Sister Nancy's mouth, a huge spurt of cum shooting from the head and travelling straight down her throat. Another spurt followed, as heavy and full as the first, then another and a fourth.

Desperate for breath, Sister Nancy reared back, Linus' cock still shooting out great ropes of thick cum into her mouth and, as she moved, over her face. She swallowed reflexively and wasn't at all surprised to find Linus' cum taster much, much better than she remembered Adrian's tasting. She sighed in pleasure as she felt his seed coat her face, dripping from her big, pink lips in thick lines that dangled down to her big tits, joining the spit that lay across them. She felt her pussy twitch and spasm as her first orgasm rippled through her body, triggered simply by sucking his cock and taking his cum in her mouth and on her face.

"Fuck," Linus groaned as his dick finally stopped shooting, leaving Sister Nancy looking as though she'd had a large pot of pudding splashed over her face. "Shit, Sister. I don't normally cum so quick - but then I don't normally fuck such a fine ass white girl neither."

Sister Nancy grasped his cock at the base, the first time she'd actually touched it with her hand, and marvelled at how her fingers couldn't meet around its girth. She manoeuvred it so that the big knob pushed his still warm cum across her face and into her mouth, licking and sucking his jism as quickly as she could.

"You like the taste of my cum?" Linus asked her.

"I do," she said a little shyly.

"You like my cock?"

"Oh yes," Sister Nancy said. "I love it."

"Tell me then. Tell me what you love."

"I love it. I love sucking on it. I love feeling it in my mouth. I love - "

"No, no, that ain't it," Linus said, interrupting her. "I wanna hear you say you love my cock, Sister."

Nancy paused for the briefest of moments. "I love your - your cock," she said. "I love your big - black - cock."

"Yeah, that's it," Linus said, watching her stroke his huge dick from base to tip. "You wanna feel that nigga cock in yo pussy, Sister?"

"But - but you've already - " she said in bewilderment, looking from his dick to the mess of semen on her habit.

Linus grinned arrogantly. "Lemme guess - your boyfriend popped his load and that was it, yeah?" Sister Nancy nodded, still stroking his dick. "Shit, Sister. That ain't the way it works with niggas like me. I ain't no one-shot wonder."

Sister Nancy gripped his cock with both hands, running them up and down his still-hard shaft.

"I can see that," she said with a smile. "Would you - would you put this inside me?" she asked nervously.

"Hell yeah," Linus said. "Why don't you get out of that goddam outfit? I wanna see what yo got under there."

"Don't blaspheme," Sister Nancy said as she placed a last, loving kiss on the head of his cock before standing up. She turned around and reached behind her shoulders finding the head of the zip that Sister Assumpta, the convent's seamstress, had put in place when she'd adjusted the habit to accommodate Sister Nancy's extreme curves. It took a little work but she managed to get it undone at the top before adjusting her grip, pulling it down all the way to the top her firm, round ass.

Linus stood and slipped his hands into her habit just above her waist, moving them forward, pushing her outfit open and forward. It slipped off her shoulders, letting her take hold of the arms and pull it off her top before she pushed it over her hips to puddle on the floor at her feet.

"God fucking damn," Linus said.

"Don't blaspheme," she said again over her shoulder. She stood wearing her wimple, a pink, lacy bra and a matching g-string which was mostly hidden by her perfect ass cheeks. Her tits were so big that even though she was facing away from him, he could see them swelling either side of her arms. His cock lurched at the sight, pre-cum dribbling from the knob once more.

Sister Nancy slowly turned around, her arms folded beneath her tits.

"Do you - like me, Linus?" she asked, biting her lower lip nervously.

"You are fine, girl - damn fucking fine. You the best looking woman I ever seen," he said, sitting back on the chair. "Now lose that bra and come wrap those big ass titties round my cock."

Sister Nancy reached behind her back and undid the clasp on her bra, the lacy cups falling away, revealing her huge, creamy white tits capped with small but very stiff nipples. Never having seen the sun, they were almost as pale as snow and as she knelt between his outstretched thighs once more, Linus found himself grinning at the contrast of his jet black skin and her pale flesh. It seemed he was going to fuck not just a white girl but the whitest girl in all of Coxville!

"What do I do?" Sister Nancy asked him, unsure where to begin. Linus reached down and filled his hands to overflowing with her massive melons pulling them apart so his big cock could lay between them. He pushed her tits together, enveloping his shaft, a few inches of his thick prick sticking out of her cleavage, the head pulsing and dribbling an almost constant stream of pre-cum.

"Now you hold them titties round my cock," he said, letting her big jugs go as she took hold of them. "That's it - now move them up and down - that's it, just like that," he said as the busty nun followed his instructions and started sliding her huge tits up and down his cock.

"Is this okay?" she asked.

"Fuck yeah," Linus said. "Baby, that's just perfect."

Sister Nancy looked down at the top few inches of his cock that still managed to make their way out of her cleavage and - without being told to - bent her head so she could such on the big purple knob as she tit fucked him.

"Oh Sister, you are a fucking natural, I swear to God," Linus laughed, his cock spilling pre-cum into her mouth and making her moan in pleasure. She looked up at him, popping his dick out of her mouth for a second.

"May the Lord forgive me but I can't believe how much I like - I love your big - your big dick," she said, almost embarrassed to admit it.

"Yeah, you love that big black cock, dontcha?" he asked. She nodded, licking the knob as it popped up beneath her chin. "Tell me you love it - tell me you love that big nigga dick."

"Oh I do - oh God, please forgive my sins, but I love this big black cock," Sister Nancy moaned, leaning down and kissing his knob head, sucking it back into her mouth. "Love it - love black cock," she babbled.

"You want it in your pussy?" Linus asked, knowing the answer already.

"I do but - "

"But what?"

"I'm not sure - it'll fit," Sister Nancy said.

Linus laughed. "Well get up here and let's make it fit," he said.

She stood, almost reluctantly letting his cock fall from between her tits, and pushed off her g-string, revealing the neatest pussy Linus had ever laid eyes on. A small patch of neatly trimmed blonde hair sat at the top while her bald pussy lips looked moist and swollen. He beckoned her over, guiding her legs so that she straddled him, one leg either side of his hips.

"Please," she said as she felt his cock head nudge against her pussy. "Please go slow. It's been a long time and - and the only other man I've had was nowhere as big as you."

"Not sure four inches qualifies as a man," Linus said. "But don't you worry, girl - you ride me as fast or slow as you like."

Linus held his meaty shaft upright, sliding the head across her pussy, her wet lips parting slightly. She sighed as she felt his knob run across her wet twat, his pre-cum adding to her own juices, shuddering as the bulbous knob butted against her clit. He moved it back a little, both of them grunting as they felt it slot into her pussy, just the head slipping inside.

"Oh - oh - oh!" Sister Nancy gasped, putting a hand on Linus' muscular chest to halt him for a second. While technically not a virgin, the small size of the only penis she'd had coupled with the five years since it had last happened meant she may as well be losing her virginity all over again.

"Oh Lord," she said quietly, "please let me take this - I know some might say it's wrong - but surely nothing that feels so right can be a sin in your eyes, Lord. Aren't we all your creations? Please Lord, give me the strength to do this. Amen."

Slowly, she lowered herself down his cock, the big piece of meat opening her up gently as she instinctively moved down then up, then back down, taking a little more each time.

"That's it, Sister," Linus said, taking hold of her huge tits and sucking on her hard nipples. "I swear these are the biggest fucking titties I've ever got my hands on."

"Do you - do you like them?" Sister Nancy asked, still pushing her tight, hot pussy down his steel hard cock. "I was always - mmmmmm - always ashamed of - how big they are."




Sister Nancy of Coxville County



Linus chuckled as he continued licking and sucking at her nipples. "Girl you got nothin' to be ashamed of here," he said. "Fact, I expect to have these perfect fucking titties wrapped round my cock at least once a fucking day from now on."

Sister Nancy stopped her movements with about half his dick inside her.

"You - you want to do this again?" she asked.

"Fuck yeah," he said looking up at her. "I ain't thinking this is no one time thing, Sister. You an' me gonna be doing this a whole lot more."

Sister Nancy smiled at him, her white teeth flashing as her face lit up with happiness.

"Oh Linus," she said, falling forward and kissing him for the first time, their lips mashing together, tongues sliding into each other's mouths. At the same time, she pushed herself down, taking most of his huge cock deep into her pussy, the big head bumping up against the entrance to her womb. "Ohhhhhh - oh God yes! Thank you, Lord! Thank you!" she cried, moving up and down, faster and faster, Linus' cock head spurting pre-cum the whole time until, with one final push, Nancy took the whole thing, Linus' cock head slipping inside her womb.

"Oh fuck - oh holy fuck! I'm cumming!" Sister Nancy cried as her first true orgasm through penetration rippled through her body, her pussy muscles clamping down on his dick. "Ahhhh! Cumming - cumming on your - big black cock!" she moaned as she rode him the whole time she came, slamming her tight cunt up and down his shaft. "Love it - love your cock - love you!" she moaned, realising that her words were true - she not only loved her student's black cock meat, but she might be falling in love with him!

"You like that?" Linus asked, mauling her tits. "You my slut for black cock, huh?" he laughed.

"Fuck! Yes!" Nancy cried, not caring about her cursing. "Fuck - I'm your slut - yes - aahhhahhh - slut for your cock!"

"This white pussy mine now?" he asked, gripping her hips and pushing her up and down his cock, his flared knob head pushing into her womb with every thrust.

"Yes! Oh God, yes! All yours!" Sister Nancy cried, cumming again and again as they fucked harder and faster than she ever thought possible. Whatever it was she'd done with Adrian hadn't been fucking - THIS was fucking!

"Good - cos I'm about to nut in it," Linus grunted.

"What?!" Nancy cried as his words sunk in.

Linus simply groaned as he pulled her down on to his cock, her pussy grinding against his trim pubes. Nancy felt his cock swell and buck as a torrent of cum poured out of his knob and filled her womb with just one spurt. More and more flew out of him as his huge cock emptied a load even bigger than the one he dumped on her face into her pussy. As the downpour continued, cum started leaking out of her pussy, squeezed out around his cock by the sheer volume he poured into her.

"Oh - ohhh - ahhhhhhh fuck! Oh God! Yes!" Sister Nancy cried as her pussy came almost continuously as she felt Linus' big balls empty themselves inside her.

Eventually, the outpouring slowed then ceased as Nancy sank down on to his cock, her tight pussy allowing only the smallest amount of jizz to leak out.

"Oh - oh my God," she breathed, catching her breath. She cupped his face, looking deep into his dark eyes. "I have never - ever - felt anything so good," she said. "I think - I think I might love you."

"Shit girl, you just love big black cock," Linus said with a smile.

"I love YOUR big black cock," Sister Nancy said.

"You know just about every guy in your class wants to fuck you, dontcha?" Linus said.

"Really?"

"Uh-huh. That's why you get so many of us and none of us fuck around in yo class. They find out I got me a piece of you, they all gonna want a piece." Linus grinned at the devilish smile that appeared on Sister Nancy's face. "You like that idea? Think you can handle more than one black cock?"

Sister Nancy leaned down and kissed him. "I think I'd like to try," she said.