Sister Nancy of Coxville County

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.

† † † † †

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.

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.”

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.