Bestiality And The Nun: Taboo Erotica E-Book

Margaret Dewey

• Herausgeber: Vintage Pulp Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Warning: This is a vintage hard-boiled full length, post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description. Check out the free sample if you can.

Sister Mary Dominic had never been fucked before coming to the convent. And now at this remote retreat fifty-five miles north of Los Angeles, the twenty-four-year-old nun sat alone in the barn, her rosary lying limply between the fingers of her right hand. She trembled and tried to control that small, concentrated spot of itching between her thighs.
Her cunt. There, she had thought of the word, had said it in her mind. Her hot, virgin cunt was growing so wet she could hardly endure sitting there alone and thinking of God. Her fingers tightened around the small black rosary beads as she noticed her hands were shaking with nervous lust.
Fucking. Men and women did that sort of thing all the time and thought nothing of it. But it was evil for someone like her, a nun, a woman who had renounced the pleasures of the flesh, to even think of a man's...private parts. Again the young sister shivered, the beads slipping from her fingers as she unconsciously began hiking the skirt above her knees. A man's...cock.

Leseprobe

Bestiality And The Nun

Margaret Dewey

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ONE

Her cunt. There, she had thought of the word, had said it in her mind. Her hot, virgin cunt was growing so wet she could hardly endure sitting there alone and thinking of God. Her fingers tightened around the small black rosary beads as she noticed her hands were shaking with nervous lust.

Fucking. Men and women did that sort of thing all the time and thought nothing of it. But it was evil for someone like her, a nun, a woman who had renounced the pleasures of the flesh, to even think of a man's...private parts. Again the young sister shivered, the beads slipping from her fingers as she unconsciously began hiking the skirt above her knees. A man's...cock.

She began licking her lips, feeling her flesh begin to grow warm and tingly. It was happening again. Oh God, it was happening again! That dreadful chain of thought that led her to...to think about fucking with a man. She moved her hips back and forth over the straw, feeling the stubble biting pleasurably into her flesh. She had managed to work her black skirt up to her waist now, her fingers hooked around the waistband of her white cotton drawers. She would touch herself again, get rid of the dreadful feeling that had taken her mind from the altar. She rubbed her legs continually over the hay now, closing her eyes while pushing her panties down to her ankles.