The Nun

Tis’ the witching hour,
hereinbelow the imposing statue of Jesus,
I’m fucking a nun in the ass.
 
With each thrust,
her ass cheeks parted violently.  
As firm in muscle they are, they fought back vigorously.
 
Pulling my belt off;
now a collar round’ her neck - I pulled.  
She even reached behind to pull it tighter herself.  
 
I looked up into the stony eyes of Jesus,
his stone-cut smile,
his indifference – oh, the inconsequence.  
 
Anyways, back to my story.
Hiking up her garment,
I pulled back on this nun’s leash
 
as I was pushing it into her.
Hunching over her bare, milky, sweaty ass,
I had realized,  
 
that there was no reason for this to be a quickie!
No, the church’s doors were locked from the inside,
and it was late at night. No interruptions for hours to come.  
 
Leaning back upright,  
I pulled, and she arched her head back; gasping.
She too I could see make eye contact with Jesus’ stony eyes.
 
“Help me Jesus!” the stricken nun exclaimed.
I took off my sweat-drenched shirt,  
hunched back over her sweaty, milky ass
 
I whispered, “I’m your lord of lords.”  
Her eyes darted to mine.  
At that moment I thrusted a push in her and kept it deep,
 
a stream of white running down her thigh.
Her panties had fallen to her knees
and I grabbed them with a vice-grip, tearing them off.
 
The sister shrieked and shook with tremors.
The torn panties went straight into her mouth
but not before I wiped off my cock with them.
 
Now throughout the church echoed the muffled groans.
The candles burned within the flickering piety,
the apostles within the stained-glass windows watched with indifference.