Sister Nancy of Coxville County

This story takes place in the shared universe created / structured by the author Stormbringer. Hopefully you should be able to enjoy this without knowing much of the background but I encourage you to track down and read "The Coxville Curse" by Stormbringer for much more of the same. You can find links and information on Stormbringer's author page here on Literotica.

My thanks to Stormbringer for allowing me to play in his world.

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Coxville was your typical small town in the American South. It was the county seat of Coxville County and the second biggest town in the county after Coxburg to the North. The county was large in comparison to some Southern counties go, but a large part of it to the west was taken up by Lake Cox. Apart from a few small towns, the rest of the county was mostly farmland growing corn, tobacco, and cotton crops.

Coxville itself was named after Colonel Phineas Josiah Cox, hero of the Mexican War and owner of the Cox plantation which had dominated the entire county for 200 years until the Civil War. Yankees had occupied the mansion during the war, burning the surrounding buildings and releasing the slaves to ravage the neighbourhood in 1864. The Union army had been forced to march out quickly without finding the time to burn down the mansion itself. It was left standing alone - a stunning piece of architecture surrounded by the still smoking wreckage of stables, barns, silos, and slave quarters with crops burning in the fields for days.

The town grew up around the plantation years later. The tree-lined road that ran up to the mansion later became Main Street with the mansion itself becoming the town and county administrative offices. Stores lined Main Street and residences sprang up around them as it grew to a respectable size.

Dominating the front lawn of the town hall was a huge, 300 year old oak tree that had been young when the first Cox settler had arrived on the land. That tree had played a part in the history of the town that, unknown to the townsfolk, would soon come back to haunt them.

Overlooking the town on a small hill was a large, old stone building that housed the Sisters of Mercy Convent. It was closest to the Westside area of the town where the blacks of Coxville lived - there were perhaps a couple of hundred of them, mostly living living in trailers, old houses, and some low income housing. Though the enforced segregation that had taken place prior to the Civil Rights movement had been officially ended, the white majority of the town were happy with the blacks' apparent willingness to remain in Westside.

The local school, Coxville High, had been forced to integrate black and white students in the 70's and, after thirty or more years, most of the school age children attended the school even if they didn't necessarily mix that much. The poorest of the Westside families though, relied on the Sisters of Mercy for their children's education.

For over a century the convent had attracted nuns from across the country who saw the injustice perpetrated against the blacks of Coxville and wanted to do something about it. The nuns - most of them in their 50's and 60's - spent the remaining years of their lives voluntarily teaching the most disadvantaged of the Westside blacks.

Of the nuns, only one was a born and bred Coxville girl - Sister Nancy O'Malley had picked up her surname from her Irish immigrant great-grandfather but her face and figure were Coxville through and through. At 23, she was by far the youngest of the nuns and more than one middle-aged husband had stared in bemusement at her when she'd stood with the other nuns at a fund-raiser, wondering why someone so young, beautiful and as blessed in the chest as her would take vows.

Coxville women, with almost no exceptions, were possessed of much larger than average breasts with a study in the mid-90's determining that a recessive gene ran throughout the native-born women of the area. Sister Nancy was definitely not an exception - her nun's habit were bought wholesale but each one had to be altered by Sister Assumpta, the seamstress of the convent. The black all-in-one outfit was snug around her hips and backside but had to be pulled in tight at the waist to prevent it hanging loose while the bust needed to be let out to accommodate Sister Nancy's huge breasts. The result was a nun's habit that looked as though it had been sprayed on to her perfect hourglass figure.

Sister Nancy had taken her vows five years before after her one and only relationship had ended so badly. Raised as a devout Christian, she had met and fallen in love with her boyfriend Adrian at a summer camp run by the church when they were both 16. True to their beliefs they had never gone further than kissing for the first two years they were together and Nancy had been convinced they would marry and live happily ever after.

As the years went on, Adrian became more and more insistent that the abstinence they were practising was pointless, that God would want them to be happy physically with each other. A month after she turned 18, Adrian had insisted that it was time for them to be intimate. Naive and - if she were honest with herself - more than a little curious herself, Nancy finally gave in.

Adrian's four inch condom covered dick finally took her virginity one night in the back of his father's car after they'd been to see a movie. She'd looked up at his stupid grin as he thrust in and out of her for a whole minute, his hands all over her huge tits, an expression of surprised delight on his face, while she lay there wondering what all the fuss about sex was.

Still, Adrian had seemed to enjoy it and so she let him do it twice more over the next week figuring it was something she'd have to do when they were married. The expected marriage had never happened - a week after taking her virginity, Adrian was struck and killed while crossing the road by a bus carrying a visiting Bible study group. Along the side of the bus was the slogan "Fornication is the devil's work!"

Nancy took this as a sign from God that what they had done was wrong. Barely two weeks later and she had joined the Sisters of Mercy Convent, deciding to dedicate her life to helping educate the poor of the Westside.

She had surprised the other nuns - and herself - by not only how much she enjoyed her work but also by how much the students responded to her. She taught English mostly though helped out with other general subjects when needed and the other nuns were pleased to see that though she was around the same age as her class when she started, the predominantly young men of Westside treated her with respect.

What neither Sister Nancy nor the other nuns knew was that the male students resisted messing around in her class so that they could keep attending. Every young man who went through her class spent long hours staring at her huge tits wrapped beneath her skin-tight habit, wondering what she looked like without it. As the years went by, Sister Nancy's English classes became legendary throughout the Westside youth.

Now, five years after she started at the convent, Sister Nancy was content with her lot in life. The classes she and the others provided were voluntary but she was secretly pleased that her lessons always had a good turnout. Of course, as time had gone on, more and more students were taught at the High School so a good turnout these days was half a dozen.

"So if you can make sure you read chapter four by next week's lesson, that will be great," Sister Nancy said over her shoulder as she wiped the white board clean. Her class said nothing - each of the six teenagers stared rapt, watching her huge tits move gently beneath her tight habit as she used broad strokes to clean her lesson from the board.

Sister Nancy turned to face them, smiling, her pink lips glistening with just a hint of lip gloss (the only make up she wore) her blue eyes bright, the small beauty spot just below and to the side of her right eye somehow adding to her perfection. Her hands were clasped before her flat stomach, a large golden cross hanging on a chain around her neck and dangling in front of her hands, pushed forward by the large shelf of her tits.

"By the way, those of you attending Sister Mary-Anne's math study class tomorrow will find me instead as Sister Mary-Anne isn't well at the moment."

Five of the young men groaned in disappointment, wishing they'd decided to take the math class after all if only to spend more time in the same class as Sister Nancy. Linus Jefferson smiled quietly to himself, suddenly looking forward to tomorrow's class.

"Thank you all for attending," she said looking at each of them. "I'll see most of you next week."

Quietly the teenage blacks from the Westside filed out of the room, snatching glances at the incredibly proportioned nun as they left. Their friends and relatives would be amazed at how meekly they moved - in less than an hour they would be standing around the trailers and low rent housing, looking to score one drug or another, hollering at each other and passersby, cussing and fighting.

Sister Nancy watched them leave and then tidied the room. She was self aware enough to know that she was good looking but still naive enough not to realise that was why her students were so well behaved. She preferred to believe that they genuinely wanted to learn and improve their prospects.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with the other sisters performing administrative work in the office and cleaning the convent before a simple but tasty evening meal. Sister Nancy retired to her room as the storm that had been brewing all day finally broke, torrential rain hammering down across the town. She stood at her window watching the rain for a while before undressing, peeling her habit from her firm curves before slipping into bed naked, her short blonde hair slightly spiky from being covered by her wimple all day.

She murmured a quiet prayer and slowly drifted off to slip.

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Sister Nancy walked through the dark town, wondering why she was awake and outside when everyone else was asleep in their beds. She strolled along Main Street until she reached the huge oak tree in front of the town hall, shuddering a little when she noticed an empty hangman's noose swinging from a branch. Beneath the tree stood a tall, muscular man, mostly hidden by the dark shadow cast by the huge tree, but she was sure he was smiling at her.

"Hello?" she asked quietly, stepping a little closer. "Are you okay?"

"Praise be to Damballah," the man said, his voice deep and rich. He beckoned to her and Sister Nancy thought that his skin was dark and not just from the shadow. She was no racist - she spent her life teaching and helping blacks - but the thought of stepping close to a black man in the dark filled her with fear.

"No, I can't," she said. The man simply beckoned again and she found herself next to him beneath the tree without moving. He slipped a huge, muscular arm around her waist and pulled her close, her huge tits squashing against his bare chest, his hand sliding down to cup one of her firm buttocks. She still couldn't see his face but knew he was staring at her with a devilish, greedy grin.

He reached up into the tree with his free hand and pulled down an apple, bright and green even in the shade of the oak. He offered it to her, his large, dark fingers making it seem smaller than it actually was.

"Accept my gift," he said softly.

"I shouldn't," Sister Nancy said. Despite her words she reached out and took hold of the fruit, grasping it in her small hand, feeling it pulse warmly, the flesh hard but spongy. She closed her eyes and brought it to her mouth but instead of biting, she found herself taking it deeper into her mouth, sucking at it, running her tongue around the big, warm bulb.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself kneeling before the dark man, holding and sucking his huge cock as he slid it slowly back and forth between her lips. It was enormous, longer and thicker than Adrian's small white cock had been and much, much longer than a penis could ever be, she was sure of that, and a dark chocolate colour, proving the dark man was a black. While she was happy to tutor the coloureds, having any sort of intimate contact with them was completely against everything she knew. She was a Coxville girl after all and no white woman from Coxville would be seen dead having sex with a black.

And yet - Sister Nancy willingly, eagerly continued sucking on his huge length as he stood over her, grinning, his teeth white in the shadow. She moved her head back and fore on the big shaft, taking as much as she could, never stopping even when a flash of lightning struck the tree above them and set it aflame. In the orange light of the inferno, Sister Nancy laid back and let the huge black man tear her habit from her, leaving her naked and waiting. He knelt between her legs, his enormous cock snaking towards her hungry pussy as a thick fog began pouring from the flaming tree, covering both of them in a cool, white blanket that muffled the nun's cries of ecstasy as the dark man began fucking her.

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Sister Nancy woke from her dream with a start. Her ripe, luscious body was covered in a thin film of sweat and she couldn't help but squirm in delight as she cupped her huge tits and found her nipples stiff and more sensitive than they'd ever been before. For the briefest moment she lay on her back pushing her tits up towards her face, her tongue lolling out to lick at them but just before they connected, she suddenly realised what she was doing and stopped.

She sat up in her bed, still holding her big breasts and realised that she had never felt so horny, not even during her brief relationship with Adrian. Her dream came back to her - the black man with the huge cock beneath the oak tree - sucking on his too long dick - willingly letting him fuck her with it as the mist covered them.

Letting go of one of her tits, she slid her hand down over her belly and through the neat patch of blonde pubic hair she kept trimmed, finding her pussy lips hot, wet and swollen. An image flashed into her mind - herself laying naked on this bed, one hand working three fingers in and out of her pussy before it changed as quickly as it came to the same bearded black man laying on top of her, his huge cock thrusting in place of her fingers. How easy it would be, she thought, to lay here and finger-fuck her poor, horny, neglected pussy.

She shook herself mentally, removing her hands from her body and uttering a quick prayer as she remembered that these sort of lustful thoughts were inappropriate to say the least. Instead she pulled on her dressing gown, took a towel from her cupboard and headed for the communal showers.

Nothing like being surrounded by naked, 70 year old nuns to kill your libido, she thought to herself before stopping in surprise, wondering where such a thought had come from.

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It was only later, after her shower - and she was thankful that old Sister Conchita had been there otherwise Nancy would have been tempted to finger herself wildly as she soaped herself up - that she noticed the thick fog that had enveloped the entire convent. As she looked out of her room's window, having opened the curtains, she could barely see anything beyond the first few feet outside the building. Her dream from the night before leapt into her mind and she remembered the exact same fog spilling from the huge oak tree and enveloping her and the hugely hung black man as they'd fucked.

"Dear Lord, what does this mean?" she asked though whether she was talking to herself or God she wasn't quite sure.

Having dressed and breakfasted, Sister Nancy joined a meeting of all the nuns that the Mother Superior had called.

"It seems likely we won't be receiving any students today," she said to the assembled sisters. "I've telephoned the police and they advised that unless it's an emergency, none of us should travel until the fog lifts. I can't imagine any of our poor boys or girls will want to make the journey so it looks like we have a free day today. Enjoy yourselves, sisters," she said, dismissing them.

Sister Alyssa - a pretty nun in her late 40's sat next to Sister Nancy as the pair had been friends since Nancy had joined - raised her hand quickly before the others left.

"Sorry, Mother Superior, I was just wondering when - when Father Robinson will be returning?"

"The Father's due to be back next week. Is there a problem I can help with?" Mother Superior asked.

"No, no, that's okay," Sister Alyssa said. She turned to Nancy and, a little embarrassed, whispered. "I really need to make a confession, though."

"Why?" Sister Nancy asked. Her friend - like every other nun here - was a fine and upstanding example.

Sister Alyssa blushed beneath her wimple, looking around before leaning closer and whispering "I had the most - unusual dream last night," she said. "Such lascivious thoughts, the like of which I've not had since I joined the convent. I woke this morning and almost - almost - touched myself - thinking of him."

"Him?" Sister Nancy asked, instantly thinking of the dark man from her own dream.

"A man - a black man," Sister Alyssa whispered, sounding half terrified, half exhilarated. "And he had the most enormous - "

"Come along, Sisters," one of the elderly nuns said appearing at their side. "Mother Superior may have given us the day off, but Sister Alyssa needs to help me in the kitchen."

Alyssa wandered off leaving Nancy to look around at the others, wondering just how many of the women here had shared the same dream she'd had. One or two of them - particularly the younger Sisters - looked a little flushed as they hurried out, back to their rooms, and she couldn't help but wonder what they'd do when they got back to them.

The thought made her consider her own room and how she could keep herself busy as she whiled away the day. Perhaps, in the safety of her own room - her own bed - would it really hurt to indulge herself a little? She couldn't use her fingers - that would be sinful - but there was that large candle on her bedside cabinet -

Just as Nancy and the nuns left the assembly hall, there was a knock at the door. Sister Martha tottered over using her walking stick and opened the main door.

A large, muscular black man stood in the mist, his clothes glistening with dew, his coal black skin lightly sprinkled with his journey through the fog.

"Hey Sister," he said. "I'm s'posed ta have a math study class wid Sister Nancy."

Old Sister Martha turned to Nancy who was just behind her.

"Looks like one of your dedicated students has arrived, dear," she said kindly.

Sister Nancy smiled at Linus Jefferson as he stepped inside and the handsome youth smiled back at her, his eyes widening in surprise as he clearly saw her own gaze drop momentarily to the front of his pants. She blushed a little when she realised what she'd done - she'd actually checked out a student's groin, something she'd never done before. The fog had made his purple sweatpants cling to his skin somewhat revealing a long, thick lump that ran down his right leg. Had it not been for the dream the night before, she would have assumed he was carrying some sort of pole or hammer or something in his pocket. Now, she had to wonder if what she'd glimpsed was his penis - could one really be that big outside of a dream?

"Sister Nancy?" Sister Martha said, breaking into her thoughts.

"Oh, sorry. Linus, so good of you to make it," Sister Nancy said, indicating the corridor to the classroom.

"After you, Sister," Linus said, grinning at her as she walked in front of him, giving him the opportunity to watch her perfect, petite ass wiggle with every step.