Fuck me!

Because Innocenza did not react, he repeated with more vehemence: “Say it! I want you to FUCK me with your COCK in my CUNT!”

She looked around desperately for help. But there was none.

She still fervently hoped that the forbidden feelings raging inside her, screaming for him to stop stalling and finally deliver on his words, were nothing more than a diabolical trick. It would be so simple. She would only have to say that one sentence and he wouldn't put it off any longer. But she couldn't. She was a nun.

He moved his pelvis gently, back and forth and in circles. The hot tip of his pleasure rod rubbed against her hyper-sensitive cleft. Oh, what heavenly agony. Again and again he pretended to penetrate her, only to withdraw at the last moment. She laid her head back and closed her eyes. Tears flowed freely. Her breathing was heavy. The heat of the hell had moved into her belly and was burning her from the inside. A wet flood gushed between her legs while her face glowed with shame.

His thick, round shaft lay just in front of her needy cave. No longer moving. It just pressed against her. Her muscles acted as if they had a mind of their own, trying to pull him in. In vain. Then she bucked, threw herself at him. But he evaded her, keeping her at a distance without ever completely breaking skin contact.

“Do you see it? Your body is begging to be fucked. Why won't you let it do it? You just have to say so.”

Grrr! She gritted her teeth, hissing angrily at him. He grinned back, certain of his victory.

Almost inaudibly, she snarled: “Fuck me!”

“You have to say the whole sentence, my dear,” he cackled in delight.

Her anger bubbled over.

“Hrrrch! I want ... I want you to ... FUCK me with your FUCKING cock in my CUNT!”

Her voice broke.

“Oh, with pleasure. Just as you say.” He leaned forward and whispered right next to her ear, “And you're going to love every moment of it.”

She tried to prepare herself for what was inevitably to follow. But how could she? She had believed all her life that such an act was sin. She had condemned people who did not live for their faith, but only for their lust, and wished them to hell in good conscience. And now she was ready to betray all this and give herself over to vice.

The worst thing about it was that he knew it. He saw through her as if she were made of clear glass.

Her heartbeat quickened as his steel-hard, veiny cock slid along her smooth, slippery skin, positioning itself to finally complete what he had only been hinting at all along. She lifted her head and watched wide-eyed as his bulging glans pushed itself between her embarrassingly swollen, dark red, soaking wet labia. He spread her apart, stretching the entrance into which the whole long, frighteningly thick shaft would soon disappear.

Fear of the pain that would inevitably come choked her. At the same time, she felt an irrepressible desire for him to finally fill her.

He pushed himself forward millimeter by millimeter. Her inner muscles enveloped him. She felt pressure and stretching. She felt PAIN ... and pleasure! She had never felt such happiness before. She refused to accept that her body could betray her so easily. And yet she knew it was the truth.

He was terribly gentle and tender. She wished he'd just taken her brutally and been done with it quickly so she could hate him, hate the act. But it felt like eternity as he slowly pushed himself inside her, pausing again and again to allow her body to adjust to his girth.

“Tell me it doesn't feel good. Tell me I'm just hurting you and you don't feel any pleasure. Then I'll stop immediately.” She opened her mouth, but he cut her off before she could say anything. “Are you actually going to lie?”

Her voice died away. She whimpered. He began to thrust.

She gasped, her lost virginity forgotten as his powerful cock filled her to the brim. Her thighs and stomach muscles tensed as she braced herself against him. His piston thrust into her faster and harder. In and out, in and out, one thrust followed another, each one terribly glorious.

“Come,” he whispered, ”come for me, Innocenza.”

“No,” she whispered and closed her eyes.

“Yes, you do,” he breathed.

Her resistance shattered. The horrible heat that had been building up inside her exploded, flowing outwards and in wave after wave she reveled in incredible pleasure. She cried out. As he kept up the fast, pounding rhythm, constantly renewing the intense sensations that were pulsing through her body. He coaxed every bit of pleasure out of her that she could endure.

“Yes, it's all right. Yes. Yes, my beautiful, sweet little nun.”

She gasped and cried as the waves finally subsided. His pace slowed, but he didn't stop. She was still soaring in bliss. She didn't want him to stop, she didn't want this feeling to ever end.