Nasty Vampire Nun

Copyright 2014 by Claudia D. Zawa

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NASTY VAMPIRE NUN

by Claudia D. Zawa

“Mike, please...” I moaned, putting my can of beer on the floor of the confessional booth. “The sisters will hear.”

He stopped nibbling my ear and laughed.

“Don't worry. They're out washing my dirty bed sheets. We can moan in pleasure as loud as we want.”

He kissed my neck and ran his hands up my sweaty back, trying desperately to undo my bra. I giggled.

“You shouldn't do this. Not here. You're a priest.”

“And you're a nun. We're even. Now help me with this damn bra.”

I did, and my breasts fell out, jiggling, the air conditioned breeze hardening my nipples. The look on his face was priceless – total awe. It turned me on, and I already felt my pussy simmering. Mike dropped his pants, and I swear I saw steam hiss free from his hot, eager genitals. I reached down and grabbed his cock, stroking its length with corkscrew motions, feeling a cold pearl of pre-cum crawl between my fingers. He let out a sigh and inched forward to kiss me again.
Not so fast.
I grinned and pulled on his hard meat, its veins bulging. Mike convulsed as he grabbed my exposed breasts with both hands, as if trying not to fall over. 

“Oh...Megan....”

After a month of secretly seeing each other, it was our first time doing “it”. I only had on my black heels and (what he lovingly always called) my 'nun headgear'. I released my grip on his cock – his sperm sticking to my hand and stretching like spiderwebs as I licked and slurped my fingers. He grabbed his throbbing dick and started to masturbate feverishly, but I slapped his hand away and kissed him, spitting his cum into his mouth. He gave a look of surprise and sat down, his cock pulsing between his legs and jumping like a diving board as he clenched his butt-cheeks, little droplets of semen running down his shaft. I turned around and sat between his legs and felt the tip of his oozing cock lick my anus. I pushed his hand away.

“Let me do it, lover,” I said, guiding his penis into my asshole, easing it in slowly, enjoying every inch, my legs shaking. He was so big and hard. I winced and clenched my teeth. It was like sitting on a table leg. When it was all the way in, I exhaled in relief, his hairy balls tickling my buttocks. I reached back and put my palms on his knees, moving my ass up and down as Mike played with my breasts, enjoying their weight, his excited fingers tuning my nipples like radio dials.

“I'm gonna fuck you,” he said, and pushed me forward, hugging me, bouncing me on his cock, by buttocks slapping loudly against his thighs. I could feel his cock inside me grow larger, stretching my pussy, his mushroom head hitting my G-spot. I started to worry about people hearing, but I couldn't hold back my moans. Mike slapped his hand over my mouth.

“Let's cum together,” he whispered into my ear, his voice jumping.

A great tremor of warmth shot through my stomach.

“I'm cumming....”

My mind went blank. I stood up and squirted all over his feet as my legs shook, knees knocking against each other. His cock threw up sperm against my back. I fingered myself, struggling to keep from falling over. My mess splashed onto the ground like a water balloon. When I was empty, I lost all the strength in my legs and fell backwards, sitting on Mike's lap. We struggled to breathe. He wrapped his arms around me as we both marinated in the after-sex high. I said I loved him. To my surprise, he said it back. Hearing it made my heart sing.

“Do you really mean that?”

He nodded.

“Have you thought about what I said earlier? Are you gonna run away with me to Alaska?”

“I don't know,” I said, dressing myself.

“The Eskimos are calling,” he teased, smiling.

“What if Joe finds out? He'll kill us.”

“Don't worry, babe,” Mike said, pulling up his pants. “We have God on our side.”

I was confused and scared. Could I really just up and leave my husband? After two years of Joe's bullshit, maybe it was finally time to call it quits. And I couldn't just simply tell him. Oh, no no no. You don't tell someone like Joe, “Hey, I'm leaving because you're an abusive drunk. Bye.” The only way out with him was to just
vanish
. After days of pondering Mike's question, my mind was made up. I was going to run away and be happy with my new love. I swung my arms around Mike.

“Yes,” I said. “Yes – let's do it – let's run away to Alaska and be with the Eskimos!”

We hugged, but before we could lock lips, something big hit the door, shaking the booth. We both jumped back, yelping. The woman on the other side screamed like a crazy person:

“I know you're in there! You fucking bastard, get out here!”

Mike pressed his back against the wall.

“Shit! Elsa!”

I couldn't believe it.

“You're wife? You said she was at work.”

He shook his head – words escaping him. Elsa began banging her amazing bulk against the door as we leaned against it. The whole booth fell over, and we crawled out like rats escaping a sinking ship. I made it out the church, but Mike wasn't so lucky. Elsa, weighing in at 400 pounds and an experienced Judo instructor, held his arms back. He squealed like a pig.

“Help me, Megan! Help meeee!”

There was nothing I could do. I was too scared.

I ran all the way to my boyfriend's trailer home, took a shower, and went to bed. A few hours later, at three in the morning, I heard the front door open – and drunken singing. Joe was home, and he was eager for some action. I pretended to be asleep as he stumbled around the house, knocking over lamps and pictures as he did the drunkard's walk into the bedroom. He peeled off his pants and farted and burped and fell into bed. I had my back to him. He moaned,  and his cold hand slithered up my waist and onto my breast. I wasn't in the mood for “romance”, but my body betrayed me. My nipples turned stiff in attention, and my pussy lubricated itself. He kissed my ear. I gave in to his advances and reached behind me and grabbed his cock and raised my leg and guided his pulsing meat past my ass and into my cunt.

He worked hectically....

Then it was over.

The whole thing lasted 10 seconds. Joe rolled onto his back and snored. That bastard never gave me time to cum.
Never
. I exhaled and focused my thoughts on beautiful, naked Mike – imagining him between my legs with his tongue licking my pussy, his tongue darting in and out, his eyes wide with excitement as his cock stiffened and thudded against the bed. I reached down between my legs and pleasured myself – my other hand over my mouth – trying my best to work as quietly as possible. I was good at what I did. No one could get me off better. I liked to dig in deep too, and I moved fast, like I was starting a fire. When the great wave came, my whole body shook, and I squirted cum all over the blanket as I bit down on my hand, hyperventilating.

I got up and aimed the fan over the wet spot. It would dry in the morning. I went to the kitchen and made myself a cheese sandwich. I thought of Mike.

Hope you can read my thoughts. I love you. I love you.

I had made the right decision. I couldn't wait for us to run away to Alaska and live with the Eskimos. We'd consume nothing but fish and beer. The simple life. Paradise.

My cell vibrated. It was Mike.

“It's over.”

My heart stopped.

“What? Why?”

“It's Elsa. She got real drunk and beat me up pretty good with a mop handle. My left eye almost fell out.”

“Jesus! You have to call the cops.”

“No! I'm too scared.” He was crying. “It's over. It's just over. Please...”

I paced around the kitchen.

“But what about Alaska? What about the fucking Eskimos?”

“Yea. No. Sorry.”

I started getting angry.

“You said you'd save me from Joe. You promised me
paradise
.”

“What? Sorry, I wasn't listening. I have to go now. I think Elsa's awake.”

“Fuck her!” I said the next thing in an intense whisper.
“And fuck you.”
 

I hung up and sat on the couch (avoiding Joe's empty beer cans), crying into my hands. I went into the bathroom and washed my face. I hated looking at myself in the mirror. 

You're a failure
, the face said back.
You have done nothing with your life. You don't deserve to live. I hate looking at you.
 

I went into the kitchen and got a knife and held it against my wrist. I was shaking so bad. I bit my lip, trying desperately to sum up the courage to do it – to just DO IT. But I couldn't. I threw the knife into the sink and wept.

You can't even do that right. Loser. Now go hang yourself in the woods.

“Okay.”

I put on some clothes and went outside.

After an hour of walking down a dirt road (the occasional passing car honking at me), I reached my destination: The Suicide Woods, aka Hanging Trees, the place people go to die, all by hanging. I didn't need to bring rope. I'd surely find one there. The entrance looked like a giant mouth – the darkness beyond singing sounds of crickets and hallow winds. I walked in carefully, staring at the sharp, leafless, black branches above me. They looked like elongated fingers ready to pick me off my feet. The further in I walked, the colder it got. I hugged myself, looking around for the perfect place to die. What spot best represented who I was?

I came before an ugly, obese tree. It looked as if it had been on fire at some point. I walked around it, to the back, and saw...the body, hanging by a good length of yellow rope. I was horrified, but at the same time curious. The corpse looked fresh. Its hands were well manicured. It was in a fancy business suit. I couldn't tell if the body was male or female. The head was nothing but a skull. I pushed against the corpse, and a family of centipedes oozed out from its eye holes. The body's suitcase was nearby – a small note taped to it.

“Dear World,” it read. “Fuck you for not making life easier. You made me do this.”

I liked the note, so I took it and walked on.

Deeper into the heart of the woods, I arrived at (to my amazement) an old pirate ship. I walked closer in awe. It was old and covered in vines. A crude hole was in its hull, maybe created by an enemy cannonball long ago. Seeing a dim light inside, I walked in. The scent of the ocean filled my nostrils. I was in a large room of dangling red sheets and candles. A woman slept on a bed, naked.

Vampire
, said a voice in my head.

I caught my breath. I had never seen anything so gorgeous – not even Mike matched her beauty. I wanted to say something, but when I opened my mouth, she began to move, squirming with her hands between her thighs, her eyes shut tight, her tongue licking her lips. I didn't realize it at the time, but I was slowly walking towards her. I was hypnotized....

A strong breeze filled the room and the red sheets fluttered violently, covering my view of the erotic woman. It was as if the sheets were attacking me. I began to think this was a mistake, that I should have never entered the ship. I began to panic. I wanted to run away... When I turned around, I was face to face with the mystery woman. I gasped.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude.”

The woman grinned – her jet black hair blowing in the breeze; her black lips shimmering candlelight.

“What is your name?”

I struggled to remember.

“M-Megan.”

“Well, M-Megan, looks like this is your lucky day.”

“You're not going to kill me, are you?”

She laughed.

“No, no. In fact, I'm going to help you.”

She took my hand and walked me toward the bed. Her ass jiggled with each step. We sat on the bed, and she just stared into my eyes, like she was reading my every thought. I was shaking, but not from fear. I was excited – totally excited to be with such a sexy woman. I wanted her. But why? What was happening to me? I was never into women before. Why now? I caught myself staring at her large, sweaty breasts. I had to force myself to look away, afraid that she'd notice and get angry with me. She leaned in.

“I know how it is, Megan. I know how hateful life can be. I know that it can be painful – that it feels like the world is against you, that it's pushing you around. I can make you stronger. No one will push you around ever again. Are you interested?”

I don't know if it was really me doing it, but I nodded – my eyes sleepy. She grinned again, all teeth, her eyes huge – the face of the happiest vampire on Earth. She stood in front of me and grabbed the sides of my head, making me face her vagina. Her scent was exquisite – freshly bathed. I began to drool. She masturbated, staring down at me with half-open eyes, toiling away until she was wet...until she was well-lubricated. She grabbed my hair.