All Chapters of Steamy Sessions: A Rosy Forbidden Collection: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

“Wow, Tom, you were right, she’s even more gorgeous in real life.” Helen didn’t wait for an invitation, she climbed right on the bed kneeling on the other side of me from Sean. Before I knew it, Helen was leaning over me and squeezing my tits. I’d never been with another girl before, and there was something very different about her touch. Her hands were softer and gentler in their caress of my chest, gentler than any man I had been with. Something about her momentarily made me forget about the fingers in my pussy, and my Brother-In-Law’s cock in my hand. I let my other hand wander to her legs, mostly exposed by some very short shorts. They were smooth and soft, like her hands, and I moved upwards, gliding across her flawless skin. Helen sat back and in one motion pulled her top off over her head. She was fit and toned, her own chest held back by a tight looking sports bra. When she released it, I was amazed at the volume of breasts that had been held back, she had to be at least

The room resonated with heavy breathing as Helen detached herself from my pussy and asshole, and climbed up until she was level with me. James followed her, keeping his dick in her little pussy for as long as he could and climbing on the bed himself. Helen climbed up until she was straddling me and she began sensuously licking my face, cleaning Stevie’s cum off of me. First she licked up my cheek towards my mouth gathering the largest load that had missed my mouth the first time and transitioned straight into a kiss. We transferred the cum back and forth between us, tasting it and feeling each other’s tongues until I swallowed it all. Helen carefully licked and kissed all over my face, cleaning me as if she was a cat cleaning her kittens. She looked up at Tom’s cock as I continued to stroke it and we both turned our eyes to him expectantly, hers dark brown and mine light blue while she cleaned and we kissed. I felt James’s hands under my knees as he raised them up over his shoul

It was a really strange sight when Father Hamilton was addressing a group of them. They stood in rows silently watching and listening. It reminded me almost of a military formation. I very rarely overheard anything he told them but he always seemed to end any of his speeches with ‘Our time is at hand, my children’ or some similar variation. I’d never seen such concentration from kids like that before but I rationalised it by comparing my own responses to his sermons, he was a master orator and I supposed it was only natural that people younger than me would pick up on that too. Perhaps the strangest of all were the daily inspections that Father Hamilton personally conducted on, as far as I could tell, every single girl in the course. Each morning, as soon as we were showered, dressed and had eaten, we were to line up in our huge dorm rooms at the foot of our beds and stand up straight as he walked through and looked at each of us carefully. Every time he walked past and look

Once again Father Hamilton’s head disappeared out of view as he sat on the stool between my legs. Suddenly I felt his hot breath on my pussy and gasped. I struggled against the restraints, trying to inch myself lower and feel his mouth on me, but I was unable to move far enough. It was sensual agony in that immeasurable time with just that hot air hitting my most sensitive spot. Finally Father Hamilton ended my torment and I felt his lips softly gripping at my pussy lips, gently tugging again and again on each side and conducting that same thrumming heat into my body with every touch, driving me wild. My juices began leaking out from between my folds, smearing his lips, and subsequently getting spread all over as he kissed and caressed my sex. Suddenly I felt his hot wet tongue snake out of his mouth and slip into my tight teen tunnel. It was unbelievably long and plunged into my depths over and over again. My hips began to buck as it impaled me, like it was stoking a fire

“I’m… not?” “No. I guess your heart just wasn’t really in it. God, and I, are so very saddened, we expected more.” “Please! Don’t say that… I didn’t mean… I don’t know, it’s not my fault is it?” Father Hamilton shook his head like the way my Dad used to when he was about to say he wasn’t angry he was just very disappointed in me.” “Trisha, I thought we had an understanding. You’re not holding up your end of the bargain. I think you’ll have to leave this school.” “No! Please Father Hamilton … I’ll do anything! Fuh… make love… breed me again!” Father Hamilton tented his fingers and looked at me for a while as if considering my plea. His eyes roamed downwards, drinking in the curves of my firm and youthful body. I gulped and undid the top three buttons of my shirt. “Please… breed me, Father.” Father Hamilton watched in a detached way as I worked through all my buttons, giving no indication as to whether he thought what I was doing was appropriate or not. It seemed l