Sister Elena, a devout 35-year-old nun from a secluded convent in the snowy Alps, clutched her rosary tightly as the thunderstorm raged outside. Rain lashed the windows of her modest car, thunder cracking like divine wrath. She had been traveling to a remote parish for a charitable mission when the storm forced her off the winding mountain road. Spotting a lone town house nestled among the pines, its lights flickering through the downpour, she pulled into the driveway. Knocking desperately, she was greeted by Victor, a rugged 42-year-old widower who lived alone, his salt-and-pepper hair tousled and eyes kind yet weary.
'Please, sister, come in from this devilish weather, ' Victor said, ushering her inside. The house was cozy, warmed by a crackling fireplace, but Elena's vows weighed heavy�celibacy, purity, devotion. She accepted a hot tea and a spare room for the night, thanking him profusely. As midnight approached, Victor excused himself to his study, leaving her to pray. But sleep evaded her. From down the hall, muffled sounds drifted: rhythmic moans, wet slaps, a woman's voice crying out in ecstasy. Porn. Victor's nightly ritual, his screen glowing with explicit videos of women writhing under men's thrusts, cocks plunging into slick pussies, cum dripping from stretched holes.
Elena's cheeks burned. She pressed her thighs together, the deprivation of her virginal body�a lifetime of suppressed urges�igniting like forbidden fire. Her hand slipped under her habit, fingers brushing her untouched folds, but she yanked it away, whispering Hail Marys. Yet the sounds persisted: a man grunting as he fucked a bound woman, her screams of pleasure echoing. Elena's nipples hardened against her coarse undergarments, her large areolas tingling, her 45DDD breasts aching with neglected need. She tossed, sweat beading on her olive skin, imagining those acts on her own body.
Morning brought a deceptive calm, snow beginning to pile outside. Victor, in loose pajama pants, served breakfast, but as he bent to pour coffee, Elena's eyes widened. A massive bulge strained the fabric�an erection, impossibly huge, the outline of 30 inches of thick, veined meat pressing outward, three inches across at the base, throbbing visibly. Veins like ropes pulsed along its length, the head flaring wide. She averted her gaze, heart pounding, but the image seared into her mind: that monstrous cock, capable of ruining her innocence.
'I must leave, ' she stammered, gathering her things. But stepping outside, horror struck�overnight, the storm had dumped six meters of snow, blocking the road in a white wall. Victor shoveled futilely. 'The plows won't come till tomorrow, sister. You're stuck another night.' Resigned, Elena retreated, her body humming with unspoken tension.
That evening, alone in her room, the porn sounds resumed�louder, a lesbian scene this time, women scissoring, tongues lapping clits, fingers buried in asses. But Elena's mind twisted it taboo: flashes of her youth, before the convent, when her older sister Clara had seduced her in their family home. Clara, with her lithe body, had blackmailed young Elena after catching her stealing rosary beads for a crush�'Touch me, or I tell Mother about your sins.' Their forbidden incest: Clara's mouth on Elena's budding breasts, fingers sliding into her virgin pussy, teaching her to lick back in 69, their moans hushed to avoid detection. It was Elena's secret shame, the reason she fled to the convent, vowing celibacy to atone. Now, those memories flooded back, mixing with the porn's moans.
Unable to resist, Elena stripped her habit, her voluptuous form exposed: wide hips, a trimmed patch above her swollen labia, and those massive 45DDD breasts, bell-shaped and firm, swaying heavily, big nipples stiff like erasers atop saucer-sized areolas. She lay on the bed, one hand kneading a breast, pinching the nipple hard, the other delving between her thighs. Fingers circled her clit, then plunged into her tight, dripping hole�two, then three, stretching her hymen's edge. She pumped furiously, thumb on her nub, imagining Victor's giant cock splitting her. But her moans escaped loud, raw: 'Oh God, fuck me... yes, deeper!' They carried through the walls, shameless in her isolation.
Victor heard, his own cock twitching, but he respected her cloth, jerking off quietly to his screen instead. The next day, plows delayed�two days now. Elena's lust festered; she masturbated again that night, louder, fingers fucking her pussy while she sucked her own nipple, tears of guilt mixing with juices. By day four, the isolation gnawed; snow buried everything, extending to a full week. Her body betrayed her vows daily�discreet sessions turning frantic, moans like prayers gone wrong: 'I need cock... fill my cunt!'
On the seventh evening, as Victor stoked the fire, Elena emerged from her room, naked as God created her. Her breasts bounced with each step, nipples erect, pussy lips glistening. 'Victor, ' she whispered seductively, voice husky from deprivation, 'I've sinned in my thoughts. Punish me... or join me.' He stared, the outline of his 30-inch beast rising instantly. But respect held him: 'Sister, I can't. You're holy.'
Undeterred, Elena dropped to her knees before him, her taboo desires�fueled by that old incestuous blackmail from Clara, now twisted into her own shameless hunger�driving her. She tugged his pants down, gasping as his colossal cock sprang free: 30 inches long, three inches thick, veins bulging like rivers, the head purple and leaking precum. It dwarfed her face, heavy balls hanging low. 'Let me worship it, ' she begged, wrapping both hands around the base�barely encircling it�and stroking upward, skin sliding over steel. Her tongue flicked the slit, tasting salt, then she stretched her lips wide, sucking the head with slurping pulls, cheeks hollowing. Inch by inch, she took more, gagging as it hit her throat, saliva drooling down the shaft. She bobbed, hands pumping the rest, twisting firmly, her big tits jiggling.
Victor groaned, hands in her hair, but didn't force. Elena pulled off, gasping, strings of spit connecting her to his meat. 'Fuck my mouth harder, ' she urged, diving back, throat relaxing to swallow half his length, bulging her neck. She sucked voraciously, tongue swirling veins, until he warned, 'I'm close.' She hummed approval, and he erupted�jets of thick cum flooding her mouth, overflowing down her chin onto her heaving breasts. She swallowed what she could, the rest painting her skin.
Not sated, Elena stood, pressing her 45DDD globes around his still-hard shaft. The cock vanished between her firm, bell-shaped tits, only the head peeking out. She squeezed them tight, sliding up and down, the friction hot and slick from her spit and his cum. 'Titty-fuck me, Victor�use these sinful udders.' He thrust gently at first, then harder, the head poking her lips with each upstroke. She licked it eagerly, sucking when it emerged, her nipples scraping his thighs. Faster she rocked, breasts slapping, until he came again, ropes splattering her face and neck, dripping into her cleavage like obscene jewelry.
Her hands took over next, one stroking the massive length with long, firm pulls, the other fondling his balls, rolling them as she jerked him off. Precum lubed her palms; she twisted at the crown, thumb rubbing the sensitive underside. 'Cum for me again, ' she cooed, pace relentless, until his hips bucked, seed shooting across her belly, pooling in her navel.
Panting, Elena pushed him onto the rug, climbing into 69. Her dripping pussy hovered over his face, ass cheeks spread, exposing her puckered hole and soaked slit. 'Eat me while I suck you.' Victor, restraint crumbling, dove in�tongue lapping her folds, savoring her virgin nectar. He sucked her clit hard, teeth grazing, then plunged his tongue into her tight channel, fucking it deep. Fingers spread her lips wider, one dipping into her ass for added taboo thrill. Elena moaned into his cock, engulfing as much as possible, bobbing while grinding on his mouth. Her breasts dragged across his stomach, nipples hard points. She came first, thighs clamping his head, pussy gushing over his chin as she screamed, 'Yes, lick my whore cunt!' He followed, pumping cum down her throat, which she gulped hungrily.
Flipping around, Elena straddled him, but Victor took charge for cunnilingus alone first. He laid her back, knees wide, burying his face in her heat. Tongue assaulted her clit with flicks and sucks, then long licks from asshole to entrance, probing both holes. Two fingers thrust into her pussy, curling to stroke her inner walls, thumb on her nub. 'You're so wet, sister�so ready to be defiled.' She arched, hands crushing her breasts, pinching nipples as orgasm built. 'Don't stop�tongue-fuck my virgin hole!' Waves crashed over her, body convulsing, juices squirting onto his tongue.
Now, the main sin. Elena guided his 30-inch monster to her entrance, the head alone stretching her lips obscenely. 'Bareback, Victor�breed me like the slut I've become.' He pushed in slowly, her hymen tearing with a sharp cry, blood mixing with her cream as inch after inch invaded. Halfway in, she was stuffed full, walls clenching around his girth. 'It's too big... but fuck me brutally!' He withdrew slightly, then slammed forward, burying more, her pussy yielding to the assault. Pain melted to pleasure; she wrapped her legs around him, urging deeper.
Victor pounded her then, hips pistoning with savage force, his thick cock hammering her depths, balls slapping her ass. Each thrust bottomed out, hitting her cervix, her massive tits bouncing wildly. He pinned her arms, dominating the once-holy woman, grunting as he ravaged her. 'Take it all, you repressed bitch�your cunt's mine now.' Elena met his fury, hips bucking up, nails raking his back. 'Harder�split my pussy open! Fill me with your seed!' Sweat poured; the room filled with wet smacks, her moans turning to screams.
In her delirium, taboo visions flashed: Clara's face between her legs in their incestuous past, the blackmail that started it all�'Lick my pussy, little sister, or everyone knows your dirty secret.' It fueled her now, making her clench tighter. Victor's pace turned feral, cock swelling inside her, veins pulsing against her walls. Her orgasm hit like lightning, pussy spasming, milking him desperately. 'Cum in me�impregnate your nun whore!' With a bellow, he buried to the hilt�impossibly deep�and unleashed torrent after torrent of hot cum, flooding her womb, overflowing around his shaft in creamy rivulets.
They collapsed, his cock plugging her, ensuring every drop stayed. Weeks later, as snow melted and roads cleared, Elena's body confirmed it: pregnant. The scandal loomed� a nun with child. To avoid it, she confessed to the Mother Superior, citing divine intervention, and quit the convent. Victor, the man who unlocked her, proposed amid whispers. They married in a quiet ceremony, her belly soon swelling with their taboo fruit. Elena shed her habit for silk, her nights filled with endless fucking�his massive cock claiming her pussy, ass, mouth�living happily in shameless ecstasy, the past's shadows banished by their raw passion.