The Nun

'What's it like out there?' Syncletia asked.

'Out where?'

Syncletia gestured generally. 'The world.'

She was standing in the courtyard in front of the hall of templars. The Captain was with her. The Captain was everything you would expect from his title. A gruff prelapsarian, with an eyepatch and a shaggy beard, at fifty-five he had devoted his life to defending the religion with arms. He was in full regalia of leather boots, a long leather cloak, a leather hauberk and with one very *very* long cock dangling between his knees. Like Priapus, the pre-christfall man had none of the natural blessings of the new hyper pornified generation of God's children, but, in common with most people of his age, had indulged plentifully in the sexual augmentations that had given his cock its extraordinary dimensions.

The Captain thought on the question. 'It's different out there because they haven't taken the light of God into their hearts. But the main difference is that out there you will find both kinds of sin. The good kind and the bad kind. And not necessarily in equal measure.'

'The good kind and the bad kind...' Syncletia said reflectively.

'Lots of souls to save, let's put it that way.'

'Through the good sin?'

'I'm no theologian, Syncletia. But you do have a way of sending men to heaven. And you will require a chaperone. Of that there's no doubt,' the Captain said definitively.

Syncletia had dressed for the journey. Of course none of that had included washing off any of Prior Priapus's copious emissions of sticky balljuice that decorated her body, and her tits and face were still covered in thick white spunk, with a particularly long and thick, gluey rope clinging stubbornly to her chin that dangled when she walked, just teasingly positioned from the topmost curves of her absolutely massive, hugely projecting, round, perfect knockers.

Of course she had chosen not to cover them, preferring to stick a couple of tiny black X's over her nipples, and in other respects she was formally attired, with a black and white PVC wimple, long, shoulder-length, black shiny, skintight, fingerless vinyl gloves, a vinyl corset with silver clasps on the front, crotchless black shiny vinyl panties that were slung high over her luscious hips, and very long PVC boots that went up to the top of her thighs with eight inch heels and platform soles.

Syncletia observed the Captain's thick, lanky, lolling cock that hung between his thighs and started to make kissy noises with her mouth at it.

The Captain looked down. Syncletia curled her finger at it in a 'come hither' motion.

It rose. Quickly.

Tissues bulged and stiffened in the massive hog and veins throbbed with blood at Syncletia's command. Within ten seconds, the Captain's dick was fully infused and massively tumescent, girthily inflated, arm-thick, the bloated head already disgorging treacly precum as it came up to point at her. The monster cock was pointing diagonally upwards, directly the latex porn nun's face.

'Captain, I'm starting to wish it was you that were accompanying me on this journey. You, and of course, your absolutely monstrous fucking meat pole.'

'You shouldn't try to tempt me Syncletia, to temp without fulfilment is a sin. I'm afraid I have my orders, I'm to stay and guard the convent.'

'That's a pity, Captain,' Syncletia said as a treacly droplet of thick, clear, glossy precum was strung all the way from the tip of the Captain's bellend all the way down to the flagstones on the ground, 'still, it's not going to stop me making out with your gorgeous meaty cunt-cannon.'

The young porno Nun winked at the Captain and leaned forwards, opening her lips and planted both of them back together with a wet slurping splat onto the precum-slickened, rounded, bell-shaped helmet of his cock. She held them there, rather than as usual impaling her whole whoreish face on the massive cock, and started to give the Captain's dicktip the sloppiest, sexiest, horniest and tongue-filled French kiss it was possible to give, swirling her lips around the pulsing, bulbous, purple dick hood.

'F-f-f-fuck...' the Captain breathed. The slutty young nun was certainly something else.

Syncletia applied her gloved hand to the vast fuck staff, curling her finger around the already rampantly rock hard and turgid appendage, and took one long slow twisting stroke all the way from just underneath the rounded lower brim to the muscular root.

'MMMMMmmmmm...' Syncletia said dreamily, pulling away so that her lips were still connected to the smooth, purple, bloated head with silvery filaments of spit and precum. She slid her hand further still until her fingers were clasped round the elastic skin of the Captain's ballsack, gripping it firmly so that his round, meaty testicles throbbed in her palm.

The busty latex porno nun opened her mouth and stretched her tongue out as far as it would go, and then used the grip that she maintained on the Captain's testes, tugging them up and down, to make the Captain's beefy, muscular groin missile bob up and down in the air. The blunt, slick, glossy, rounded purplish head pat-pat-patted against the torpedo-titted nympho's extended tongue, making a wet sound with each soft contact.

'I'm going to miss you, Syncletia,' the Captain said, as Syncletia once again closed her plump, ripe, pink lips over the tip of the captain's tubesteak, cheeks bulging as her mouth enveloped the head, 'what I could do with a week or two of you sucking my cock in the countryside.'

Syncletia disgorged the meaty tip of the monster phallus and smiled at the captain.

'Oh, you're sweet Captain,' she said sexily, 'but look, Captain, there's a simple solution. Why don't you suck your own dick while I'm gone?'

The Captain's eyes bulged out as Syncletia waved the precum-slick shaft in the air at him.

'I mean, it's big enough, right? And it tastes amazing. You might even get good at it?'

Syncletia leaned in slowly to the Captain, and stuck out her tongue. Her massive knockers were planted against his chest as she seductively locked eyes with him and twisted his massive, rock-hard phallus in the space between their bodies until it was ploughing up between the tight, bulging, firm skin of her monstrous, protruding fuck domes, the meaty, slick head prodding up just above her clavicle, the drooling tip nearing her chin.

The Captain felt a shock and tingle as Syncletia planted her firm, supple, wet lips against his, and then almost an electric shock as her agile tongue surged into his mouth and swirled around it, and for a few seconds he was lost in the heady sensations of the unbelievable kiss with the decadent latex nun nympho strumpet. Then, suddenly, Syncletia naughtily twerked her monster-sized cans, making them pop up on her chest, and his thick, veiny shaft was squeezed tightly between them and shunted up further, the effect of which was to shunt the blunt, glossy tip of the head of his shaft right up between their lips.

The next thing the Captain knew, he was trading kisses with Syncletia around the end of the tip of his own cock. Syncletia looked deep into his eyes as she lashed her slick tongue around the smooth crown, sliding it all over the meaty, pulsing tip and licking up the gouts of precum that were flowing from his dilated pisshole, and he himself was helplessly compelled to do the same, trailing his own tongue around the rounded brim. Syncletia grasped the topmost part of the shaft, just below the head, and *smoked* it between her lips with a smacking *pop* before withdrawing it and offering it back to him. He took it into his mouth as she smiled devilishly.

'That's good, Captain. See, it isn't hard. Or rather, it's easy when your dick is *sooooo* hard...'

The captain felt the whore nun's hands once more around his nuts. He shivered as she squeezed his massy testes.

'Come on captain,' she said, 'you can help me select my stud.'

The Hall of the Templars was a large, cool, high-vaulted circular stone chamber with light let in through high-set stained glass windows. The shafts of sunlight illuminated a square dais in the centre of the room with a column that stretched to the ceiling.

Attached to the column were four sets of manacles, arranged on each compass point, and attached to the manacles, hands strung behind their backs, were the four templars.

Syncletia, the fuck-me eight-inch heels of her boots clicking on the flagstones of the hall, led in the Captain. She still had his scrotal sack in her fist and she was leading him in by the balls, which more than filled her palm. The Captain, with perfect obedience, still had his own cockhead in his mouth and was suckling it.

'Hmmmmmm,' Syncletia said. 'Not bad.'

A young latex-clad nun, attired much like herself, in a latex wimple, pvc corset, and PVC boots, all black and ornamented with white and gold insignia of crosses, was servicing each of the four templars with perfect devotion. Working anticlockwise, she would cross herself, kneel before one of the templars, open her mouth as wide as it would go, and then plunge her head down on the enormous, thick, massively erect and thickly tumescent, veiny schlongs all the way down to the root, draw back up, suckle and slurp the tip, and then stand, move to the next, kneel, cross herself, and resume. It must have been going on for some time, because each of the goliath cocks that the templars were sporting were copiously disgorging thick, treacly gouts of oozing precum that were flowing in smooth, oily strands onto the floor, and the steps that led up to the dais were slathered in the stuff, even dripping off the flagstones at parts like miniature waterfalls.

Syncletia observed the templars. They were naked except for leather boots and hoods. Each of them was a ripped, studly colossus. They made no sound. The nun did not react to Syncletia and the Captain's entrance, and continued resuming her duties.

'Who do I have to fuck to get assigned this duty?' Syncletia said rhetorically.

Finally, the Captain let his bell end loll out of his mouth. His monster cock continued to leak precum, pointing skywards, all over Syncletia's perfect, tanned, juicy round bubble ass.

'They're training,' the Captain said, 'weaponmastery and combat drills are my responsibility. Sister Felecia trains their spirit and willpower. Eight hours of this three times a week. They must remain hard but never cum. It builds character.'

Like all the nuns, Felicia had gigantic bimbo bombshell tits and a thick juicy ass. She must have been remarkably devout to restrict herself to one suck at a time. Perhaps that was how she picked up the assignment.

'So I need to pick just one?'

'It's all we can spare, Syncletia.'

'I had hoped Prior Priapus would have been more generous. I have three holes, you know. And room for two cocks in all of them.'

Syncletia stroke to the dais in the centre of the chamber and stood behind Felecia as she gave another long slurping stroke to one of the chained templars. The hoods of the templar order were deep and dark and she couldn't see the features of the man, although she detected a wincing inhalation of breath as the stud responded to the expert fellatio. She laid a hand on Felecia's shoulder as the kneeling slut nun finished her soft blowjob, releasing the cock from her bimbo lips with a loud *pop*.

Felecia turned and grinned up at Syncletia, then stood. Both latex nympho nuns' sets of massive knockers bushed together, hard nipples grazing over the tanned, taught skin of each others' protruding, bigger-than-basketball sized globes.

'Lucky slut getting to service all this cock...' Syncletia said. She leaned in for a kiss and slurped her tongue around Felecia's lips, slurping all the glistening, messy precum that had accumulated there, finally using her lips to suck the thick, oozing rope off her chin.

'I always feel much closer to God on my knees,' Felecia said, smiling.

'Me too sister,' Syncletia said, 'sorry to spoil the party, but I need to take one of these studs. Any suggestions?'

Felecia pointedly looked over her shoulder and eyed the four massively hard, horizontally protruding monstercocks that stuck out from the groins of each of the templars.

'A *hard* choice as you can see, sister Syncletia' she said, 'all of the brothers are equally devout. You won't be disappointed, whoever you choose.'

Syncletia placed her index finger on her cheek, thinking.

'Perhaps I should give them a *special* challenge. To sort the wheat from the chaff.'

'Be my guest,' Felecia said, 'but if you'll excuse me, my throat is feeling a little empty...'

So saying, Felecia slipped past Syncletia, grinned whoreishly at the Captain and immediately impaled her entire face on the stud's giant hog. GLURK-GLURKING as her throat accepted the enormous prong the whore nun settled on her haunches in front of the burly commander of the Templars and happily sucked the girthy tube.

Syncletia turned to the Templars.

'Ahem,' she said, over the noisily blowjob sounds behind her, addressing the Templars, 'I'm in need of a stud to accompany me into the wilderness. It's going to be *long*, It's going to be *hot*, and it's going to be *hard*. And I'm going to need constant dick, if that wasn't already clear, so you need to be able to keep up with me. Any volunteers?'

The Templars must all have heard of Syncletia, because the four erect, monstrous, edged-to-near-completion fuck missiles all instantly released fizzing gouts of precum that projected all the way up to the vaulted ceiling of the chapterhouse, shooting through shafts of sunlight, one hitting the ceiling, one splattering against a pane of stained glass, and one smashing through a pane of glass and presumably going into orbit.

Syncletia waited for tinkle of the broken glass to subside in the echoey room before continuing. She put her hands on her hips.

'I'm gonna make each of you cum. Whoever lasts longest gets to ride me around the wasteland for a week.'

The stacked nun whore put her foot on the first, pre-cum slick step of the dais and approached the first templar. The templars inhumanly-sized appendage wagged up and down expectantly at her as she faced it down.

Syncletia's mouth opened, fully, eyes wide.

'THAT THING IS FUCKING HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGEEEEE!!!!!'

It really was. The first Templar's cock, levering up and down under the pressure of its intense hardness, dripping precum like a tap, would have surpassed the forearm task by some distance. It was incredibly long, with a tributary of raised veins all over the smooth surface and it was enormously swollen and thick, pulsing dangerously as it kicked up and down.

'The Templars are all exactly eighteen inches,' put in the Captain as Sister Felicia continued slurping his pole, sending him to heaven, 'neither an inch more or less. They're chosen for their reliability that way. And they're sexual athletes fit to protect divinity, Syncletia. Even though Felecia here has them nice and edged, even you may struggle to get them off qui-'

----'TITTYFUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'

Syncletia exclaimed the word so that it reverberated around the vaulted ceiling of the hall, and before the Captain had even managed to finish his sentence, the stacked bra-busting hardbody nun slut had hefted her massive, round, huge fuck jugs up in either hand, planted them with a wet THOKKK sound either side of the Templar's raging boner, enveloping the fat fuck lance almost completely in the smooth, glossy, honey-tanned flesh torpedoes, and issued a single sinuous pump of her torso, whereupon the tortured fuck stick had simply instantly exploded in a torrential spray of pent-up sticky white spunk.

'YEAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!' Syncletia cried as her face and tits were obliterated by the creamy cum cannonade that spewed all over her bimbo bombshell body, the hot spunk absolutely splattering into her face like a sticky tropical hailstorm and plastering her features, coating her eyes, forehead, cheeks, mouth, nose, spilling off her chin and spattering all over her PVC wimple. Her immense cans were spectacularly doused by the steaming emissions of loin syrup, the pair of tanned globes plastered white by the Templar's jizz.

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!'

The Templar howled like he had been defeated in battle. His legs gave away and he sagged, manacles clinking together behind him as he crumpled against the column, his instantly deflated and lolling cock spasming on the step of the dais in front of him like a fish flipping on land.

Syncletia looked over her shoulder at the Captain and raised a cum-flecked eyebrow.

'You were saying?'

The Captain offered no comment, but that was possibly because Felecia was making an ostentatious display by showing him just how far she had managed to lodge his cockend into her cheek.

Syncletia turned to the next Templar, whose cock was almost vibrating with expectation, precum sloshing out of it.

'Let me treat you to a hole, stud,' Syncletia drawled seductively, 'I've been aching to have my pussy filled all morning...'

So saying, Syncletia lifted up her leg with elegant poise, all the way up, so that the calf of her vinyl boot-clad leg was all the way up on the Templar's shoulder, splitting her stance. Eye-fucking the Templar, the porno nun slut found the end of the soldier of Christ's rigid, steely member with her gloved hand and guided it to her soaking pussy. Stoking the meaty, gleaming head up against her silken, sopping labia, Syncletia grinned and popped the massive bell-end into her twat, the massive appendage making her cunt lips bulge around it.

'OOOooooOOOOyeah...' Syncletia said, as her greedy cunt swallowed up inch after inch of the enormous fuck tool, sliding her hips forwards to swallow the girthy cuntbreaking length into her pussy, 'now that's much better...'

The fiendish nun perhaps spoke slightly too soon, as the templar began to tremble uncontrollably, his whole muscularly ripped body riven with almost catatonic convulsions as Syncletia massaged his pole with her sweetly grasping slit.

'God Forgive Me!!!!!!!' screamed the Templar, hurling the epithet to the ceiling as he surrendered his load, Syncletia only having got so far as having her perfect bimbo body pressed against him, her massive, cum-dripping boobs planted against his chest, as he spunked his fattest load ever deep inside her elastic quim.

'Ooooopppsss...' Syncletia said, biting her lip in compassion as she was filled up with sticky cum, slowly and deliberately extracting herself from her conjoining with the Templar, the membrane of her pussy stretching as she squelchingly pulled herself off the monumental man-hammer and over a pint of thick white spunk slopped out from between her legs.

The Templar also collapsed, his limp body only suspended by his manacled hands. Syncletia moved onto a third.

'Lucky you, stud, you get my mouth.'

Syncletia eyed the third templar's massive meatstick that was pointed directly at her mouth.

'Now you canMMMOOOGGGGGRRRRRLLLLLBBBBBBBBBBBB!!!!'

This particular templar, already excited beyond description, had decided to take matters into his own hands, cutting Syncletia's monologue short by shoving his monstrously engorged monster cock directing down the busty slut nun's throat. Syncletia's gorge bulged as her lower jaw was reshaped by the enormous size of the massive phallus, and she could feel the eighteen inch length spear down her gullet at the Templar's groin and shredded abs shot towards her face. The Templar's manacles rattled as he pushed everything he had into a throat-pulverising thrust, impaling Syncletia's face on his raging fuckpole so that her eyes bulged out cartoonishly -- but his gargantuan, foot-and-half long tubesteak slipped all the way down her practised throatpussy so easily, and the busty whore constricted her airway so professionally, that, inevitably, he couldn't hold back long enough even for the return journey. Even as Syncletia horked the cumtube back up her gorge with a retching 'GRROOOIINNKKKK' sound, the Templar's cock exploded inside the horny sexpot nun, half of his thick load projected down into her belly, the other half of the serving hitting the back of her throat and erupting in a shower of sticky white out of her stretched lips.