Thinking she is done and they will leave her alone. She tries to sit up and one guy grabs her saying, “Where the hell do you think you’re going, we’re not done yet. And rolling her over, she feels one of them on her back.
She is thinking what the hell are these guys doing and about then she felt the cock rip her ass hole. She had their juices and hers running down her ass, so it was nice a lubed up for them. She started to scream and one threw his hand over her mouth telling her to shut up.
As he plunged it in and out of her ass, she lay there with tears rolling down her face from the pain. One after another she felt them fuck her anal canal. With them claiming that it is nice and tight and should be broke in when they are done.
After the last one fucked her ass, they ran off very fast hoping she wouldn’t be able to follow them. But she just lay there shivering from the cold wishing she hadn’t gone out at all.
She got up and searched for her clothes, finding her shirt and pants. Her Jacket, shoes, bra and panties she couldn’t find. So she decided to just head for home.
As she walked up the road she came to another bigger road. As she was just getting to the bigger road, a car came by slowed down and stopped. A guy opened his door and said, “Do you need a ride?” She said “No thank you”
The guy got out of the car walked up to her and told her it was really cold out here and she could get frost bite. That’s when he noticed she didn’t have a coat on and that her shirt was torn. He asked her how long she had been outside and she told him for hours. He then told her he was an intern at the local hospital and he wanted to take her there.
They walked to the car and she got into the back seat and he got into the front. He flipped open his phone and acted like he was making a call to the hospital. He was talking like he was talking to a doctor. Then he hung up and turned to her saying “Dr. Roberts wants me to do an exam on you while we are taking you to the hospital.
He opens the glove box and grabs a pen light and jumps in the back with her. He tells her don’t be afraid I am going to check you out for frostbite and the nature of it.
Rose being drunk and not knowing any better agrees to an exam. He tells the guy driving to get them to the hospital but be careful. She then starts telling them about the four guys and how they had raped her. And the guy who was in the back asked about more details of what had happened.
So she went through the whole story of how she was walking and how the guys forced her into the woods and everything. She told of how she was forced to suck and fuck, even up the ass. She even told them how big each guys cock was and how much cum they shot.
At this point they are just sitting still and the guy in the back tells her he needs to exam her neck and back. So he has her turn towards him and he grabs her shirt to pull it to both sides to get a good look at her chest. And she is still drunk from the whiskey and believing everything he tells her.
He shines his light around her neck ad down to her breasts. He can’t help but think how he would love to play with these tits. The guy in the front is looking at them too. He tells her He thinks she has a bad case of frostbite to the third degree and she needs medical help right away.
This gets her thinking and he touches her skin and asks if it tingles or burns. And she tells him it kind of burns with a tingle. So he tells her he needs to see her back. So she turns around and he pulls her shirt off completely. He asks if when she was raped if they had her shirt off, she said yes.
Here she believes every word and thinking the worst as he tells her it’s really bad. He keeps on with this exam and lifts her hair up to look at her neck. He then asks if her pants were off and if there was anything else she forgot to tell them.
He tells her he needs to see her legs and torso to determine if she has frostbite in any of those areas. First get on your hands and knees, I will examine you backside to see how bad it is, She gets on her hands and knees and he pulls her pants down below her hips.
He looks at her ass and tells her it is really bad with frostbite. He then tells her to lie on her back and let him examine the front of her legs. She rolls onto her back and he pulls her pants down more. He tells her its real bad on the front too. He pulls her pants off the right leg saying he wants to see the lower part of her leg. Then he does the same with the left leg and now without realizing it she is completely naked.
He then tells her that he needs to see the back of her legs and has her lift up the left one first. He’s shining the light up and down her leg and to her pussy for quick looks at it. He has her put her leg up over the back of the seat and lifts the right one now. He does the same thing with that leg all the while telling her she has frostbite all over to the third degree really bad.
By now she is laying there naked and spread wide open when he tells her he needs to look at her chest again, because it is real red now. He tells her not to move as he gets on his knees between her legs.
But while he was acting like he was doing the exam, he was undoing his pants ad the zipper. As he shifted each time he pulled his pants and boxers down. Now as he turned to get on his knees he dropped them the rest of the way. He then leaned over her and had his cock ready for action as he was acting like he was doing an exam on her chest again.
About then he leaned down ad grabbed her right tit and told her he was going to help her get her body temp up to normal. And at the same time he tried to be sneaky he pushed his cock into her pussy. She looked at him and asked “ What are you doing” and he replied, “What’s it look like bitch, I’m getting me some pussy”.
He continued to fuck her and pound his cock into her harder. The guy in the front found a spot to park and was reaching back to play with her left tit. The one fucking her said to her that they just wanted to get some from her and since she had already been raped it won’t hurt anything if they get some too.
He kept banging her pussy until he came inside her and by then the guy in the front was standing there by the back door waiting for his turn with this woman. The first guy pulls it out and gets off of her and the second guy jumps right in on top of her. As he guides his cock into her love nest he feels the tightness of her pussy around his cock. He starts slamming his member in her thrust after thrust.
He drills her for about ten minutes before loosing his load deep in her. Then the first guy makes her roll over and climbs in the back to where her head is. He makes her suck on is dick, and the second guy see a open invitation to her ass and jumps on her from behind. She has this cock in her mouth and he has a hold of her head forcing her head up and down on his shaft. And she feels the splitting of her ass as the second guy drives his cock in her ass.
This goes on for a while and they switch places several times going in and out of her in different places in her body. Then they throw her clothes at her and jump in the car, after making her get out. They take off spinning stones from the wheels so they try to leave fast without her getting a good look at the car or plates.
She is standing there naked and drunk, not knowing where the hell she is or where to go. She walks down the driveway that she’s in and finds a road. She stands there a few minutes trying to decide which way she needs to go. She goes to the left and walks down the road.
She walks several miles and finds a road she knows. She is freezing and feeling empty inside after this night of hell. She realizes she is a couple of miles from her home and heads in that direction. An hour and a half later she walks down her driveway and finds her home all dark, but home at last.
They stayed together for several more years but she turned against having sex at all. She wanted no part of sex ever again. And he left her one-day because of it.
I wonder if she thinks about that night and if she will ever walk down dark back roads ever again.
The End !!!
Good Night
“Conventional Sex”
A rather aroused woman by that point, too. Sister Juliet had slipped her hands underneath my t-shirt and was rubbing them up and down my hairless chest as her leg wrapped itself around my waist. In between two of our hot kisses, she grabbed my cotton shirt and pulled it over my head, flinging it aside. Later on I found it draped over the crucifix. That might be irony, even though it was a wooden cross.
Sister’s tits pressed right into my skin then, and my arms held her to me tightly. Our kisses were broken now only when we had to take a breath, or when we each went in search of tender flesh, kissing and licking each other’s necks, shoulders, cheeks. Sister slid her tongue into my ear and I almost screamed; I returned the favor and her gentle kisses on my shoulder turned into an out-and-out bite.
We were driving each other crazy, but I still had my pants on and my hands hadn’t been anywhere near Sister’s G spot, or any other part of her erotic alphabet except her tits and her ass. It was a case of the blind leading the blind, or at least the blind doing the blind. We’d run over first base and second and rounded third, but we couldn’t seem to find home plate.
Sister got us started in the right direction when her hand stroked over my hip and landed, by accident I’m sure, on top of my still rigid member. I groaned, softly, or she might have just kept going. Instead, she began rubbing up and down and I had to break our kiss as my head fell back and my breath came in short, sharp gasps. I fumbled at my belt and yanked it loose while Sister kept up her massage. I was so horny that I tried to pull my jeans off without even unzipping them first. Sister helped, then, and I kicked my pants off as her soft hands molded themselves to my cock, still inside my soaked briefs.
We were still dancing on the base-paths, though. I had bent my head down to take one of Sister Juliet’s tits into my mouth and I was suckling it while one hand twiddled the other nipple; she was giving me a hand job through my underwear and twisting her legs madly, but it didn’t get serious until, as I was caressing her flat stomach, my hand reached the edge of her fur patch and kept going and suddenly one of my fingers slid home.
I wasn’t the smartest kid in the class for nothing. I realized in a flash just what the guys did when they “put it in,” and I had no doubt that what they put in was no finger.
Sister got the idea, too, because she immediately pulled my briefs off. I’m no super stud, and my cock is nothing more than average size and thickness, but I guess to a nun even a pencil dick would have been a big deal. Anyway, Sister gasped when my tool popped free, which alone gave me enough self-confidence to get all the way through four years of high school gym classes.
I slipped off my socks, too – why, I don’t know – but Sister still had her veil on and I’ve got to admit, on her at that moment it was incredibly sexy.
Sister had rolled completely over onto her back and spread her legs wide. I crawled between them, my cock hanging down, until I felt the tip make contact with her wetness. I tried several quick lunges then, but missed the mark and rode up onto her belly. This sex thing was not as obvious as it seemed. Sister was wriggling underneath me, which didn’t make my aim any easier. I even tried grabbing hold of my tool and poking away, but the dark and my eagerness plus my complete and utter inexperience produced nothing but some frustrating, albeit still exciting, misfires.
“Conventional Sex”
Finally Sister reached down herself and guided me in, holding my cock steady at her entrance while she rubbed up and down against it. I wasn’t sure if I was going in or just wishing I was until the ridge of the tip popped up into her and there was no longer any room for doubt.
Nor much room for my cock, either. Sister was extremely tight, though at the time I had no grounds for comparison. Her sugar walls gripped me like a vise, and I was afraid to push in any further for fear I’d hurt something.
Sister Juliet stood that only so long before she began humping up at me, urging me deeper. Her breath came in hot puffs and her hands gripped my ass tightly until I got with the program and began to stroke. A couple of inches in or so, I ran into a definite roadblock, and this time even Sister didn’t seem eager to ram through. We stopped the motion there, with my cock half-buried in her, and turned our attention back to kissing and groping. Sweat was already pooling on her chest and her breasts were salty when I licked them each in turn.
At last we could take no more. I began to stroke again, slowly, at the same instant as Sister’s ass started to squirm under me. In three strokes I was at the obstruction again; three more and I was through, with a slight whimper from Sister. She clutched me for a minute, her legs wrapped so tightly around me that I couldn’t move, her fingers digging into my sweaty back. Gradually, she relaxed, and we moved in synch, one thrust answered with another. My cock plunged deeper and deeper into her hot, wet hole until I bottomed out, my sparse pubic hairs grinding against her more luxuriant patch.
We’d probably been wrestling on the bed for a half-hour by then, but we hadn’t said more than a dozen words. Now Sister pulled my head down to her, our bodies sliding easily together. “Oh, sweet Jesus,” she sighed in my ear. “Sweet mother, yes, child, just like that. Oh, God!”
She was, I don’t know, 20-something, and I was just 13, but we were equally naive and maybe that’s why we fit so well. My cock slid into her tunnel with perfect timing, and she seemed to know just when to hump back to squeeze out an extra iota of ecstasy. But it wasn’t all by instinct on my part; she helped, coaching me: slower, faster, harder; warning me to relax and just hold her now and then. Our passion stretched out endlessly and I seemed to feel every nerve ending on my tool tingling. We kissed again, hungrily, and it was like the kisses were now more important than breathing.
“Harder, now, harder!” Sister whispered in my ear, and I slammed into her. “More, more!” she gasped, and I lifted almost all the way out and drove it home, again and again. The bed began to shake under us, but almost before it began Sister Juliet’s legs clamped around me, and a few seconds later her fingers clawed into my back. I heard her catch her breath, and then her body went rigid. For a minute or more I couldn’t move, wrapped inside her, as she convulsed over and over, each wave tumbling into the next.
I rode her like a body surfer, hanging on while her legs spread wide and she bucked and heaved. “Blessed Virgin, yes!” she sighed at last as she came to rest and brought her knees up again, sheltering me.
I let her rest a few minutes, but my cock was still hard and I needed some release. Slowly, gently, I began to stroke again. Her tunnel was soaked, and friction was hard to find, so I jiggled from side to side, twisting in. Sister purred and so I kept it up, a steady rhythm that she passively accepted, drilling her sopping wet hole.
“Conventional Sex”
Sweat was streaming into my eyes and my hair was plastered to my forehead; I could feel the water pour off me when Sister Juliet slid her hands down to my ass and pushed me deeper in. My knees gave out and I was supporting myself only on my arms, but ecstasy overcame exhaustion. In and out, like a metronome, until at last I felt something building.
In all my solo sessions, even when I had creamed while Sister and I were petting, I had never had a feeling like that. Those other times it had come on quickly and was over in a second. Now it built and built, and twice I felt myself dangling on the edge for so excruciatingly long that I had to stop; the feeling was too intense.
At last, the feeling crested and I knew this was it. “Sister, Sister, Sister,” I hissed over and over as my strokes grew slower and deeper until the explosion came, and so did I. The hot jism felt like fire and the pumping kept going and going, and when it was over, instead of disappearing at once, my hard-on slowly ebbed. Finally it was done, and all of a sudden I could feel the ache in my arms and I rolled onto my side. Sister rolled over to face me. When I put out my hand to her, I could feel the sheets soaking wet beneath her.
“Is that all?” Sister Juliet asked. My mouth fell open. All? I’d suddenly gone from being the only boy in eighth grade who didn’t know what a nookie was to being the only one – well, I was pretty sure, anyway – who’d ever had sex with an older woman. And a nun. My mind was already blown six ways to Sunday and this woman wanted more?
Yeah, she did. “It’s only 1:15,” she said with a smile that melted me. The one thing about Sister Juliet that really kept us guys from stepping over that line from rowdy to downright misbehaving was that smile. Tiny dimples formed and her eyes glistened and it made you feel warm all over. Once, in the second week of school that year, a few guys had gotten into a spitball fight. It was the usual thing when we ran into a nun new to the school, testing out the limits, and Sister Juliet had never yelled at us or hit anyone or done any of the other things the real tyrant nuns did, so these guys must have figured they had free rein.
Sister stopped the fight by walking right into the middle of it. She didn’t say a word, then or ever, about what those guys had done. But for the next two weeks we didn’t see that smile again in class. That was when we – or at least I – realized what we were missing. It was the smile that set Sister Juliet apart from the other nuns, even Mother Superior, who was no tyrant herself. But Mother Superior’s smile was just a smile, just a pat on the head. Sister Juliet’s smile was like the sun after a rainy morning, and you expected rainbows to appear on the walls and the sweet smell of flowers opening.
Now that smile was directed full force at me. How I could see it all so clearly in the still darkened room I’ll never know. I guess my memory filled in the details. But with that smile Sister had already convinced me.
Unfortunately, the smile could lift my spirits but it couldn’t lift my cock. She massaged it, rubbed her leg against it, to no effect.
Sister’s smile was beginning to fade. I tried to think sexy thoughts, but I had to give it up. What could be sexier than the body of Sister Juliet wrapped around mine? If that reality wouldn’t work, no fantasy could.
The only thing I could think of was to give Sister at least a little satisfaction. This time when my fingers found her cleft, they were there to stay. It was hot and slippery, even a little bit sticky, and I didn’t know enough about anatomy to know what I was looking for, but I stuck my middle finger inside and Sister fell back against the sheets again.
“Conventional Sex”
With my left hand busy down below, my right reached out to her breast. Once again I felt its soft weight, and her nipple grew rigid under my touch. All the while I was driving my finger into her hole, and quiet, guttural moans as her head rolled back and forth told me that was the right thing. When my thumb discovered a hard bump at the entrance to her valley, her legs closed around my arm so tight they cut off the circulation for a second. She kept clenching and unclenching them as I worked away. “So good, so good,” she said, and it sounded like when she was rewarding me for a good answer in class.
I was concentrating on my manipulations so much that I missed it the first time Sister said it: “Look who’s back,” she said again, and I looked. Like a dark flagpole, my cock stood tall again against the shadows.
“Hallelujah,” Sister Juliet whispered. I tried to rise onto her again, but when my arm buckled under me she rolled me onto my back and took control.
She rose onto her knees and straddled me. Between the twin mounds of her breasts I could see her smiling at me again, the white band of her veil like a halo around her. As gentle as a saint, she moved forward until my cock was rubbing against her pubic patch. She began to move against me, smearing my balls with the ooze from her hole. Her tits bounced enticingly and I reached up and took hold of them. In a moment Sister lifted her body up and I felt the warmth of her tunnel at the tip of my cock. She came down slowly, agonizingly slowly, and she fit me like a hand in a glove. I nearly swooned from the now-familiar sensation as she took me all the way in.
She held me like that as my hands played with her globes. Then she bent down and kissed me full and hard, our lips pressing together while our tongues darted back and forth. Her nipples tapped on my chest, and I wanted to push into her but her ass had me pinioned.
I wrapped my hands around the back of her headpiece, pulling her to me, but this was her time. All too soon for me she rose up again.
Then, in a move that took my breath away, she rose excruciatingly slowly on my pole. I could feel the folds of her tunnel opening up and sliding along my tool, the coolness of the air as each centimeter of cock emerged from the opening in Sister Juliet. At the very top of her rise, with just the head of my cock inside her, Sister suddenly drove down, fast and hard. If it was possible for me to bury even deeper into her than before, I did it then. And over and over again, as she slammed herself against me. The bed shook, but nun’s beds had no springs so there were no squeaks to give us away.
The next day, I discovered that I’d bitten my lip hard enough to leave two deep indentations and a little raw flesh. I think it was then that I did it, with Sister plunging onto me so hard I thought the bed would collapse beneath us. My hands had worked their way down to the intoxicating curves of her hips, and I could feel her muscles tensing and letting go as she drove up and down.
Again, and again, and again, and now it was sweet agony as every move turned the ridge of my cock’s head into a flaming ring. My eyes were squeezed almost shut and my hands fell back onto the bed. I couldn’t return Sister’s thrusts; I could barely breath. This time, when she came, her walls contracted around my tool, so tight I thought I could never get loose. Tight and tighter, her muscles massaged my painfully rigid cock.
Each second I was sure I could take it no longer. My fingers dug into the sheet, pulling it loose as I wadded it into my fists. I had to fight to draw a breath. My toes curled; the tendons in my legs stretched to the maximum. And then it was over. I was jelly, unable to move a muscle. It felt as if the skin on my face was sagging into puddles.
And then again, Sister Juliet’s tunnel closed on my cock, just for a few seconds of indescribable sensations. Blissful peace again, and then a surge. Her orgasm ebbed away slowly, and I think it was a full 10 minutes before the last gentle throbbing ended.
Sister’s head hung down for a few seconds, before she came down, almost falling, on top of me. She had taken me in the middle of her small bed;
I had to move aside to give her room to roll onto the sheets. She lay on her side briefly, but even that was too much, and I slid right to the end of the bed, rising onto my side as she slumped face down, arms curling around the one small pillow.
“Conventional Sex”
I was, somehow, still erect, and the perfect globes of Sister Juliet’s naked ass were too tempting. I rolled on top of her, my cock resting in the valley between those beautiful mounds. Stroking up and down, I kissed her slick back gently. She began to stir when I reached the nape of her neck, and a sigh escaped when my tongue found her ear.
If I were given to boasting, I’d say I discovered anal sex then. Truth is the thought of putting my tool there would never have occurred to me, and if anyone had mentioned it I’m sure I would have been repulsed. (OK, the full truth is I’ve never done it to this day. Always had enough to keep myself occupied without it, I guess.)
What did happen is that the combination of sweat and cum had Sister’s ass so slippery that on one stroke my cock went down instead of forward, and we accidentally discovered doggie style.
At first my cock just rode over the entrance to her tunnel, but Sister Juliet began to shimmy against it and from somewhere got the strength to rise onto her knees, waving that perfect butt up at me. It was easier to aim from that angle, and my pole slipped into her in one push. She was so lubricated by then, though, that I kept sliding out.
I leaned forward and grabbed on to her breasts from behind, pushing my pole as deep into her as I could and restraining my movements to short strokes. That worked great, and we got back into a rhythm, twitching together.
In this new position, I found a different kind of friction, too, helped along when Sister put one hand onto my cock, stroking it as it left her body. When she ran her fingertips along the bottom of it I almost shot, but I grimaced and held back, sliding back into her for a few moments to let the feeling pass.
That gave me some extra time, but not much. A few short strokes later and I could feel the feeling again. I picked up the pace, pounding my cock into Sister Juliet. Long years in the Church must have given us strong knees, because neither one of us weakened despite what had become hours of passion. Sister’s head was burrowed into her thin pillow, and her veil had become matted to her back. There wasn’t a part of her, or me, that wasn’t soaking wet and hot as flame. The sweat was running so hard I had to snort to clear my nose, and my knees were threatening to slip on the sheets, but I held on and continued to blast away.
This time my orgasm was no explosion. As I reached the crest of sensations, my cock suddenly seemed to grow numb. I pushed in desperately and got a shadow of the old feeling, as if I were shooting blanks. My cock throbbed several times, I shook all over and then my muscles went weak again. It was over.
We huddled then like spoons, Sister’s ass pillowing my shrunken cock. The bed was a wet, cold mess, but we were beyond caring. I wrapped my right arm around her waist, my forefinger slipping into her navel. We moved only to let her tug her veil free from underneath my head, and then we both drifted off to sleep.
It was still dark when I awoke, but I could smell something. Well, yeah, that, but something else, bitter and – coffee! I was freaked; how was I going to get out now if all the nuns were downstairs for breakfast?
Sister Juliet, who woke up and rubbed her eyes after I shook her, didn’t seem as upset. She was sure it was only the pot of java Sister Margaret slipped on at the end of her shift. Like a lot of old people, the caffeine seemed more of a sleeping aid than a jolt to her, Sister said. But I was still worried, so Sister checked her watch, buried under the pile of clothes on her chair. It was 4:30.
I got out of bed and gathered up my clothes. Sister Juliet, after wadding the sheet up and tossing it aside, got back on the bed. She kept reaching out after me and caressing my thighs or butt as I moved around. I was mostly concerned about getting out of there, but I guess she suspected this would be her last chance at anything and she didn’t want to let it go so soon.
“Conventional Sex”
I’ve got to admit, my spirit was willing, too. Sister Juliet’s body glistened in the faint light like a garden of earthly delights, and the memory of being inside the nun’s hot box was heavenly. But my flesh was way, way too weak – at least the crucial piece of flesh, which hung down like a dead snake.
My Eve grabbed the snake and tried rubbing it against the apples of her breasts, but it was nothing doing. She pouted as she looked down at it. I was disappointed, too, but time was passing too quickly and I still had to get dressed.
Sister Juliet wouldn’t let go, though, and insisted she had to kiss it goodbye.
And so we discovered oral sex. I’d heard guys talking about a “blow job,” and I’d even used the term myself, in a metaphorical sense, but I had only a guess at what it really meant. That it was more of a suck job than a blow became pretty darn obvious, though, when my cock began to respond to Sister’s gentle kisses and she took it into her mouth.
Since that time I’ve never had a woman volunteer to do it, and the few who have done it at my urging didn’t appear to get very excited at the prospect. But Sister Juliet was almost worshiping my tool, inhaling it to the root even as it grew and stiffened. Only when I was at my limit was she unable to take it all in.
Of all the things I’ve seen in my life, the one vision that I hope will stay with me to my dying day is what I saw looking down at Sister Juliet stretched out on the bed, one arm propping herself up while the other held my rigid member and guided it in and out of her soft lips. The way her cheek bulged as she took me in, and hollowed as she slowly slid me out. The times she looked up at me with doe eyes, gazing at me while my cock continued to slip in and out. Her legs writhing on the mattress, twisting around and over each other. The sparse hairs of my patch tickling her nose on the downstrokes. Incredible.
With my cock now fully erect, I grabbed onto Sister’s veil with both hands and began to pull her face toward me. I was too eager and she started to gag, and her headpiece was pulled askew. When I let up, she popped my penis out of her mouth and took a few deep breaths. I thought it was over.
Instead, she reached back and undid the veil, shaking it free. Her blond hair was very short, almost as short as mine, and she looked boyish. But her body was no boy’s, just every boy’s dream. She rose off the bed and held me to her and we kissed again, hard and hungrily, as if it was the last time either one of us would ever do it again. I pressed my hands along the ridge of her back, into the dip at the bottom, clenching her firm butt as my cock pulsed against her belly. Her hands entwined themselves in my hair and pulled me deeper and deeper into the kiss. Time lost its meaning and the only thought in my head was of Sister Juliet and her sweet, sweet body.
We did it that last time on the floor, on a bare cotton throw rug, with the one pillow from the bed folded double and bunched under Sister’s ass. I entered her slowly again, and her flower opened up to me a petal at a time. When I was all the way in and her velvety tunnel closed around the base of my cock, I bent down to adore her breasts. I took each into my mouth again and again, licking the sides tantalizingly before reaching the center of passion at the tip. My tongue flicked against the nipple while my fingers memorized the curves and I soon had Sister moaning quietly.
Now it was time again, and I began the motion, my hips bucking up and down as Sister returned the favor. It was all slow motion now, savoring every centimeter, till we were down to each individual nerve cell, it seemed, waiting for each one to fire out its message before pushing on to the next. “Glory, glory, glory,” Sister Juliet sighed, and I answered, “Amen.”
At one point I lifted my torso up and swung her legs to my shoulders, narrowing her opening and creating new levels of ecstasy for us. My hands fluttered up and down the supple muscles of her thighs as I kept up the steady tattoo of my cock inside her.
I dove between her feet again, and her legs locked around me as our passion continued. I was moving my cock from side to side now, scraping against her walls, but even that wasn’t enough for her. Sister Juliet slid her own hand between us and I could feel her frantically fiddling with herself even as I drove in and out.
At some point, without speaking, we rolled over, still joined. Sister was on top now, and I alternated between manhandling her bouncing tits and stroking at her love button as she rode me as hard as before. I could feel the juices pouring down my cock and all over my groin, but slick as she was Sister’s passion was driving her fast enough to keep my cock entertained.
“Conventional Sex”
Once again I let my hands fall back and just enjoyed it all, the delicious pain. Sister was pounding my prick so hard I was afraid that she’d miss the mark on a downstroke and bend it in two before I could do a thing, but the danger just made it more exciting.
When she began to wear out, we shifted positions again. This time I sat on the floor with my back against the bed; Sister Juliet squatted over me and we ended our lovemaking as we had begun in, our lips pressed together, our tongues darting back and forth, lost in each other.
Our thrusts slowed, bit by bit, until she was stopping on each upstroke with just the tip of the tip of my penis inside her, then sliding down, allowing me to feel her opening around me, slowly, slowly, swallowing me into her warmth, enrobing me in hot passion. Up, again, such sweet sorrow, and down. It was more than either one of us could take.
I felt it again, that cliff’s-edge feeling, and I warned her but she’d already sensed it somehow, and she was nearing her own peak, and we rushed up to it and slowed just at the edge, one last thrust, deep, deep inside, our bodies closer than ever, one flesh, one desire, and then the exultation, a hot river surging through me and into her body, gushing into her, as she shivered and shook, her muscles clenching and letting go, milking me dry. We let the moment linger, our real orgasms fading into just the memories so imperceptibly I couldn’t tell when they really ended.
I was spent, utterly spent, not tired or aching, just completely lifeless, my cock withering within Sister Juliet. I never wanted to leave her.
But far too soon – any shift would have been too soon, but this was wrenching – we moved from the sublime to the ridiculous, for we heard voices outside in the hall. I jumped up and Sister groped for her watch: 5:10. These were the early birds; in just five minutes every nun in the convent was to be up and about, preparing for the day. I scrambled into my clothes; Sister helped. She assured me she would be all right on her own, when I offered to help her with her habit. One sock dangling from a pocket and my shirt only half tucked-in, I got to the door and opened it a crack to peek outside. It looked clear. Carefully I began to edge it open more. From nowhere a shadow loomed and a knuckle rapped on the door. “Hurry, Sister Juliet,” a voice whispered. “It’s our day to cook, you know!”
Behind me, Sister Juliet murmured something like an acknowledgement, but the shadow didn’t go away. I looked back; Sister was wrapping bits of cloth all round her; the linen was sticking to her sweaty body. Glancing up and seeing the problem, she came to the door. “I’ll be along in a minute, Sister Evangeline,” she said, and the shadow moved away.
Sister Juliet took me in her arms then, and we shared one last, searing soul kiss, a kiss we broke and resumed twice before the sounds of plumbing reminded us to hurry. Sister checked the hall this time; the coast was clear. I was out and down the stairs before I knew it, my heart thumping. A noise from above as I reached the bottom spooked me, and I didn’t even stop to check if anyone was looking before I grabbed the back door, swung it open and ran off into the edge of dawn.
Eddie never came back to school. Rumors said he’d done something awful to the nuns, but no one was sure what or when. I heard later that they’d given him his diploma anyway, but he spent the next couple of years in a military school. His parents moved away from the neighborhood without ever speaking to anyone about it. I never saw him again; the paper sack with his Scout uniform was still where we’d left it when I retrieved my duffel bag.
Sometime in the year or so after our class graduated, Sister Juliet left the order. At the time I wondered if our one night had, you know, gotten her pregnant. But Mother Superior left about the same time. From stuff I heard from my parents later on and what I’ve read about Vatican II, my guess now is that they were on the losing end of a battle within their order, probably over something like shortening the hem on the habits to ankle-length or allowing nuns to use shorter veils that showed their ears.
I never did get my revenge on Sister Margaret, or at least not the way I’d figured. The last penmanship classes were dropped, we all got “pass” grades, and she wasn’t around when school started up the next fall. A friend of my mom’s told her Sister Margaret had been sent to wherever they send senile old nuns. This was weird, because that’s what I thought Ss. S&M was. And I couldn’t get the full story because my mom’s friends always slipped into whispers whenever they got to the good parts in stories, but apparently Sister Margaret kept insisting that the laundry smelled of sex, and they figured she’d lost it.
As for me, well, I wandered through high school half in a daze, which is to say I acted like a normal teenage boy. Freshman year, getting pounded on by seniors and facing hours of homework every night, I lost my longing to be an ordinary kid. By the time I became one, in college, I really, really wanted to be a brainy stud. The brain part is lost forever, but in my sophomore year I finally made a woman my own age. I consider it the second time I lost my virginity.
I still think about Sister Juliet.
I wonder if she ever thinks about me.
END OF STORY
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Here’s one story for today - Title : Noc 1 . Enjoy !!!
Aaron sat down on his bed thinking after just finishing up moving his things in from the car. Two days earlier, Aaron watched as his parents’ car, driving just before his, was hit by a RV turning off from an onramp into the highway. The RV crushed the small compact car, ultimately killing both of his parents. His mother, in the passenger’s seat died instantly and his father died in the helicopter on his way to the hospital. Aaron, age 16, and an only child, now had no family. In consequence to this event, he was sent to live with his two cousins and their parents.
Aaron was pretty familiar with his two cousins; Carly, age 15, and Megan, who just turned 13. Both were a bit on the late blooming side. He spent a lot of time with them when he was younger but had only visited them two or three times in the past three or four years. They lived across state and as he grew, new friends and interests arose consuming much of his free time. Now he was to live with them. Their father, a pilot, was gone more than he was home. The vast majority of the time, it was just Ashley, the mother, Carly, and Megan. The three would have seemed excited to have a male around the house more often but under the circumstances, none of them thought much of it.
Just a week after school let out, Carly and Megan were home to help Aaron with his luggage as Ashley held against her will, stayed in at work. As the lead lawyer in her team to a major investment company, Ashley didn’t have much say in requesting days off in short notice.
As Aaron sat on his bed thinking, Carly and Megan sat downstairs in the silent living room not knowing what to say. Carly figured that she should at least do something to try to cheer Aaron up. She walked upstairs inside the miniature mansion that it was, down the hall, and into Aaron’s new bedroom. Aaron looked up at her in her skin tight blue jeans and spaghetti strap tank top with two extra straps folded over her shoulders harnessing her bra. Carly sat down on the bed by Aaron and asked him how he was feeling. Aaron replied with a cold, “guess.” Carly leaned forward resting her elbows on her knees and said that she would listen to anything. Aaron just peered over catching a glimpse down Carly’s shirt and loose bra to see the bare flesh of her small breasts. He continued staring down, leaning right a little to see if he could see far enough down to the nipples. Carly looked over, seeing Aaron jerk his head back to look at the floor.
Carly would have never thought it; first, that Aaron would even find her body that interesting, and second that he could be thinking of something like that at a time like that. Carly had a childish crush on Aaron since they were little kids. She loved his personality and always thought he was cute, both physically and emotionally. But now, she would be living with him. Looking at him while being so serious made him look so mature, and how he didn’t cry or show much emotion portrayed to her, great strength, yet left her with tremendous amounts of pity. Carly straightened back up and put her hands to her sides, one of them on Aarons leg, leaving just about four inches from the tip of her fingers to his penis, and pushed herself up. She left the room telling him that if he needed anything at all, to just ask her.
That night, while everybody was asleep, Carly snuck into Megan’s room where they played their weekly truth or dare game. Carly couldn’t stop thinking about how Aaron looked at her in the bedroom; she didn’t think she was that good looking. The more she thought about it, the more she wanted to fantasize about doing something about it. Megan picked dare. Carly always loved when Megan picked dare because she would do anything she told her to. Carly wasn’t paying attention to the game though; she was busy fantasizing about the look on Aaron’s face if she could act on his curiosity. Unknowingly and instinctively, after just being prompted to talk, she said allowed what she was thinking in midsentence, “Lie naked on Aaron’s body.”
Megan stared into Carly’s face in shock. Never had she gone that far. The farthest to date that Carly had taken it was the ‘pool time’ several months ago. Carly and Megan snuck down to the kitchen and went out the back down into the large open dark backyard patio area, fenced in by an eight foot wooden fence. Covering much of the dark surface area was the in-ground swimming pool which Megan had to perform the dare.
She proceeded around the pool to the far side. She pulled her soft, light blue cotton night top off and dropped it to the concrete, revealing her slim and weak flat-chested body. A lock of her long blonde hair fell onto her chest, as she dropped the shirt, where the ends of it laid, just teasing her nipple. Then she put her thumbs to her waists and slipped them under her panties and matching cotton night pants. Slowly, while looking around to check that the coast was clear, she pulled her panties and night pants down to her ankles.
Her slim flat-chested body crouched down just behind her legs with her small butt sticking slightly out into the air. Her small vagina, curving directly to her ass hole leaving no excess fat to dangle, sat tightly between her crouching legs and inches above the cement. She stood back up and lifted each leg out of her pants looking at Carly walking to her from across the pool. She picked up her underwear, waded it up in her small hands, and threw it as hard as she could to the center of the pool. Her task now was to retrieve it, and go back to her room to get her clothes back from Carly. Carly picked up Megan’s night shirt and pants and walked back into the kitchen to watch. Megan got down to her hands and knees and backed into the pool slowly.
Carly watched from the kitchen seeing only Megan’s small tight butt cheeks stretched out showing her ass hole as she tensely backed her feet into the cold water. Megan put one entire leg in and gasped for breath as the other leg entered bringing the cold water to her small hairless vagina and butt. She stopped, catching her breath, then proceeded, slowly lurking down into the cold water. Cool, funny sensations ran throughout her body as the water slowly rose to and past her naked belly, and on top her nipples, all the way to her neck.
She turned around and slowly swam her way to her underwear. She clenched them with her hand and slowly made her way to the other side of the pool where she grabbed the ladder. Her body jittered as she stretched the muscles in her upper legs and butt climbing the ladder. As she rose from the ladder, water rolled from her chest down her belly and between her legs into the crack of her vagina while water from her back rolled down into her butt crack, across her ass hole, where the two waters met and dripped from between the two holes. She wiped her feet and the excess water from her body, with a towel outside, as Carly left upstairs to her room to wait. She then proceeded through the house naked and wet with her underwear in her hand, upstairs and to her room.
Carly came back to focus after realizing what she just said. “Oh no, you don’t have to do that,” she exclaimed.
“But you said so,” Megan cried, “and besides, I kind of wanna do it.”
“You can’t though, he’s our cousin, tonight’s his first night here, and what if he wakes up,” Carly retaliated.
“First, I’m not doing anything to him, second, if he sleeps like he always has when he visits, he’s not going to wake up, and third, I want to do it,” Megan demanded.
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Carly and Megan walked silently into Aaron’s room and closed the door behind them. They knew that if they were caught, there would be no getting out of it so there would be no need to escape. Carly walked away from Aaron giving Megan the go ahead. Megan lifted her shirt off slowly without making a sound. Megan moved her thumbs just below her belly button and dipped them between her panties and night pants and slowly pulled them down, front first. She moved her thumbs apart gradually as the tightening strap along the back of her night pants began pulling her underwear down. She let the back of her underwear be pulled down by her pants as she slowly bent over to expose her butt to the air. Her heart was pumping maniacally as the cool air touched her slightly sweaty butt as she thought about lying naked on top a guy.
She sat her naked butt checks onto the carpet and pulled the pants off her legs. The carpet, extending up into her stretched open crack and on her butt hole felt amazing in the dark tense silence. Megan wasn’t the only one who was being turned on by the situation; Carly, watching her younger sister undress to get on top of their hot cousin was filling her panties with juice. Megan pulled her panties up to her knees while looking down to her small vagina glistening as the street light transcended through the window to reflect of her wet vagina. She pulled her underwear down to her ankles, then pulled one leg out at time. She stood up and stuck her small hand between her legs and rubbed the wetness around so it wouldn’t build up in one place and drip.
She walked over to the bed and looked at Aaron laying there. Aaron laid sound asleep on his back in a white t-shirt and a pair of boxers with his sheet strewn over to the side of the bed against the wall. Carly walked over silently to help Megan on the bed gently. Carly took hold of Megan’s thin waist and helped prop her up onto the bed. She then leaned over the bed and help pick up Megan’s right leg and maneuver it over Aaron’s body. Once Megan’s small naked body hovered over Aaron’s body, Carly stuck her one hand under Megan’s chest, and the other between her legs, gripping her ever wettening vaginal lips. Slowly, Carly helped lower Megan down to Aaron’s body where her head rested on his shoulder and her legs meeting just at his waist. Carly carefully moved Megan’s hair out of Aaron’s face and asked her if she was alright. Megan said that it was the most intense thing she had ever felt.
Aaron, being aroused by a dream, acted with his dick growing erect. With Megan having shifted his boxers, Aaron’s penis shifted outside the hole in his boxers, growing to its full length just below Megan’s vaginal opening. Megan moved her arms up around Aaron stretching her naked body over Aaron to better position herself as Carly looked on with her hand down her night pants and panties rubbing herself. Megan lifted her petite chest up and slid back unsuspectingly into Aaron’s cock.
She felt it as the head of his circumcised penis penetrated her soaking wet vagina. She moaned loudly at the surprising sensation and lost grip and slipped, having her arms push her back farther. Her virgin wet vagina stretched and expanded between her wide open legs as Aaron’s penis thrust through her body immediately. Megan clamped her mouth shut with her teeth as sheering pain mixed with pleasure leaped through her naked body. The flap of skin inside her virgin vagina ripped as the penis was jammed into the tiny vagina, leaving blood slowly seeping down it reaching its way to the outside.
Carly stopped instantly what she was doing and stared at Megan as she laid on top of Aaron breathing heavily through her nose.
“It hurts,” Megan cried quietly.
“What happened?” whispered Carly.
“His penis went inside me,” she moaned.
Carly moved over behind Megan and leaned over to look very closely at Aaron’s penis lodged inside the tiny vagina of her sister. Then she looked at Aaron’s face; still sound asleep, but looking as if he was having a wonderful dream. Carly then saw drops of blood falling from the stretched lips of Megan’s vagina and rolling down Aaron’s penis. Carly knew exactly what happened, though not from personal experience yet, through learning at school. She told Megan that the worst was over and to now pull forward to get it out. Megan pulled forward a little but stopped and cried that it hurt too much and to make the penis go small.
Carly deduced that as long as the penis was inside a vagina, it wouldn’t go small again so she told Megan that she would have to make him cum and it would go small. She instructed Megan to try to move up and down just a little to massage the penis inside her. Megan pushed her chest into the air with her hands by Aaron’s sides and lifted up her pelvis and dropped back down just a little, repeatedly. Her vagina moved up and down stroking the entire length of the penis. Megan looked down her chest past her hard nipples to where her legs met and watched her vagina move with her body as she could feel the massive object inside of her, now surprisingly beginning to give her pleasure.
“Try rubbing yourself down there to give it extra wetness so it slides easier,” Carly told Megan.
Megan carefully lifted one hand up and moved it below her belly and began rubbing, spiking her pleasure as she could feel herself getting wetter and easier to move the dick inside her around. She could feel that she would be able to remove it without all the pain but the pleasure she was getting was way too much to do something like that. She put her hand back on the bed and began stroking the dick inside her even faster and longer with her tight vagina. She kept her teeth on her bottom lip to keep from moaning as she watched the unbearable pleasure fill Aaron’s sleeping face. Then she could feel herself about ready to have an orgasm.
As it drew nearer and nearer she pushed harder and harder on the dick and bit her lip increasingly harder. Then her abdomen started convulsing and her vagina spiked in pleasure queuing the penis inside her to ejaculate its hot cum inside her tiny body, filling her insides. The hot cum shooting up into her vagina pushed her into a second simultaneous orgasm adding to the intensity of the first one. She barely had the muscles left in her arms to rest her naked body onto Aaron’s chest without waking him.
Carly watched almost jealously as her little sister laid naked on Aaron’s body gasping for air with cum and blood coming from her vagina. Carly then prompted Megan to get up so they could leave. Megan pulled herself forward, pulling the dick from within her body and sat up in the doggy position as Carly used Megan’s underwear to wipe the cum from her vagina as to keep as little as possible off of Aaron.
Carly helped Megan off the bed and told her to hold her panties between her legs to catch the cum that drained from her tiny overflowing vagina. Carly then wiped all the blood she could and as much cum as she could from Aaron’s penis and boxers with her hands so Aaron would assume he had gotten carried away in a wet dream and leave it at that. Megan opened the door with her free hand, picked up the rest of her clothes and quietly walked to the bathroom with Carly holding her cum filled panties against her pulsing vagina.
The End !!!
That’s all for now , will post later in the afternoon if got time . At the meantime please enjoy reading and the weekend !!!