My whole body is on fire. I’ve never been so totally open to a man. The urge to shut my legs is great, but Adam leans in to feather kisses along the insides of my thighs.As he travels higher, I’m squirming with desperation for his lips on that part of me that needs him the most. At last, his warm breath on my slick lips is quickly followed by his mouth, then his eager tongue.“Oh god…” I cry out, my back arching off the bed.My hand instinctively cups the back of Adam’s head, holding him close as he eats me out. Adam sucks on my pussy lips, then grips them and spreads them open just like he did my legs. He latches on to my clit and sucks on it while his tongue laps over it repeatedly.The desperate need to come builds again. I’m panting hard, my body overcome with trembles. I roll my hips, grinding my pussy against Adam’s mouth, my moans loud in the room.He pushes his fingers deep into me again. He turns his wrists and rubs the pads of his fingers against a sensitive spot buried ins
Oh god. The discomfort of losing my virginity is intense, the sensation of Adam’s hard flesh buried inside me inescapable. My eyes and lips are wide open in shock from the reality of the situation.Adam is inside me.My guardian’s thick cock is stretching my tiny virgin pussy beyond anything I’ve ever felt in my life.“Oh fuck…” Adam groans. “Cora…”He retreats again and rocks into me. I arch my back and lift my hips to welcome his invasion. Propped up on his arm, he holds my waist as he slowly thrusts in and out of me.While I’m growing accustomed to his cock inside me, it’s clear Adam loves sliding deep into my pussy. His eyes closed, his lips slightly parted, he groans in pleasure as he rocks his hips back and forth on top of me.As the discomfort lessens, my body is more receptive to other sensations. The girth and weight of Adam’s thick length inside me feels so satisfying. My walls tighten around him but there’s not much room to squeeze.Adam’s surges into me quicker, the head o
Sister Divine took her faith very seriously. The Lord God had given everything, His love, His dignity and His life, for His people and it was only right that she should give up everything for Him in return. And so she had chosen sisterhood in the Convent of the Blessed Mary, in the very ascetic order of the Damascene Nuns. Here there were no soft options in her dedication to her faith. Her possessions were left behind in the secular world beyond. Her hair was shaved off her head and off her body. And she was bereft of even the venal vanity of clothing. In this way, the Damascene sisters had nothing between themselves and the Love of the Jesus Christ.There was no privacy in the convent. She shared her bare cell with a single mattress and Sister Admonition, another nun who had abandoned the temptations of the Godless world beyond, along with her hair and clothes. Her days were spent, as were the days of all the nuns, in prayer and in the service of the convent, which required all its
And as she lay on her back, facing the window of her cell, as the moon crept achingly slowly across the sky and her cell-mate dozed with none of the nightmares of remorse that plagued Sister Divine, despite her prayers to the contrary. In fact, Sister Admonition's sleep did not seem to be troubled in even the smallest regard.One morning, she awoke from an especially deep and blissful sleep to find Sister Admonition's arms around her; legs tangled together, her warm cheek resting on her shoulder. The feeling was so delightful that it filled Sister Divine with terror. The following day was spent mostly in silent meditation and contemplation, as she asked the Lord for guidance for the torment that this unnatural emotion had aroused in her.However, Sister Divine chose to ignore any of the small tendernesses that Sister Admonition increasingly expressed towards her. The slight lingering of her palm over her shaved crotch, the chin resting so much more frequently on her shoulder, the gla
One week, Sister Litany was ill and had to be confined to her bed. Sister Love and Sister Divine visited her and prayed for her good health, promising to carry out her duties in her absence, but, in Sister Divine's case, secretly glad that her sulking brooding presence was absent for a while. And indeed, the atmosphere was so much lighter and cheerful when the two nuns returned to their work: the office echoing with their cheerful laughter."Oh! Sister Love!" shrieked Sister Divine after her companion had shared an observation. "You're so witty! Surely the Mother Superior would never contemplate such things.""I'm sure she wouldn't," agreed Sister Love, absentmindedly running her hand down the back of her neck and onto her breast. Sister Divine, sitting right next to her blushed as a spasm of desire ran through her. Sister Love noticed her deep redness."Oh. Sister. What is it?" she asked placing a comforting hand on Sister Divine's arm."Sister Love. Sister Love. I don't know," she c
Sister Divine almost let loose a profanity and cursed herself for her godlessness. Don't mention it now. Not now! Not while it was so perfect. But idle sophistry saved her passion. "It is men we have forsworn. Not each other."Sister Love nodded, clearly unconvinced, but Sister Divine could feel her fingers slide so smoothly along the length of her vulva, slide down almost inside, touching the tender burning folds of her inward desire, brushing against the hardness of her clitoris, sending her into a fervent torrent of greater desire. Their mouths met again, their tongues deeper inside the other: brushing over the molars, perhaps almost to the tonsils, two hot fleshy probes sloshing against each other. And Sister Divine couldn't resist bringing her forefinger and thumb together on one of her black lover's nipples and squeezing it. So hard and firm! And such delightful crenulations!She bent her head down, arching her whole body, while her fingers and Sister Love's continued to stroke
I’ve always wanted to be like my mom. Don’t judge me, but I was almost turning 19 then, and she was the most beautiful woman I knew. My mom, Monica was 48 years old, but I wouldn’t give her a day over 30. Because of her bombshell looks, she always managed to date younger guys and even married one, not that long ago. I really, really liked my new daddy. Travis was 39, tall, dark and unbelievably handsome, and had arms to die for. His eyes were big and deep and just by looking at me, he could make me squirm.From our friends’ point of view, I was a younger version of my mom, although I had failed to see that. Long hair, perfect natural breasts, tiny waist, round ample ass and olive skin, my mom was truly a goddess of a woman. Everywhere we went, people would turn to look at her. And being an ex-model, it all seemed so natural to her: she simply seemed oblivious and unaware of how she looked, although secretly I knew she was enjoying every bit of the attention.My story started two year
“You’re driving me crazy, sweetlips. That’s your nickname from now on.” – Daddy whispered to me one day, while completely leaning in on me. I felt his body weight and it aroused me, made me wet and all I could think about was how much I wanted him. When I tried to reach out and grab his hand, he left the room: “Not yet, sweetlips.”After that day, Daddy called me “sweetlips” every chance he got, of course while my mom was away. She never knew the games I played with Daddy. She never knew the effect I had on him.Those were all innocent games compared to what followed. I was always under the impression that as much as I knew Daddy wanted me, he’d never actually do something about it. He had this shy approach to our games and I always thought I was the aggressive one. As time went by, this proved to be completely wrong.Daddy called me “sweetlips” every chance he got while mom was away. The moment I would walk in the room, he’d start: “Hey sweetlips, you’re so hot today.”Whenever he’d