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
My mom used to always have her play her secretary, and call clients for her job, or would quickly hand me her cell phone when one of her clients would call and tell me to act like her secretary. She thought that it would give her more clout, and make her seem more legit and sought after. So after weeks of planning, I was able to imitate my mother’s voice on the phone and actually called a couple of high-end clients to look at a mansion that just went on sale. Luckily for me, they were all interested and I asked them to call me the next day so we can schedule the viewing.The next morning, as we were all eating breakfast in the kitchen, my mom’s phone rang. I saw how confused she was while taking the call, but luckily she never questioned anything. That morning, she had to schedule three high-end viewings, all on the day of our Vegas trip. I saw her heart sink, and although she was apologetic about it, I innocently played my part as a bratty teenage daughter saying: “But, mom you promi
Daddy came near me, sort of gliding his hands through my arms and staring into my eyes.“You’ve never been fucked, have you, sweetlips?”I waved my head in disapproval, licking my bottom lip. He took my hands and guided them towards his dick, making me grab it. As I did, I started tugging, up and down, sort of massaging, until I heard Daddy moan. I smiled while looking at his face.“So, you think this is funny huh?” – He whispered as I nodded in approval.“I guess that means I gotta punish you, sweetlips. Daddy hates when his babygirl is naughty” – As he said this, he put his right palm on my face, slowly gliding it towards my lips. I never stopped massaging his dick. I felt it pulsating, he wanted more. Daddy opened my mouth using his thumb and his pointy finger and started putting his fingers inside my mouth: one by one, then two at a time, then one again.“You have to suck on them, sweetlips.” – He leaned in, kissing me neck, as I moaned. He smiled, as I kept taking his fingers, li
I fondled my pussy with my left hand, as I used my right hand and my mouth to take his thick, erect hard dick into my mouth. I was licking his shaft, flickering it with my tongue top to bottom, slowly. Teasing him with the tip of my tongue, and pucker of my lips before I took his cock by the head and started sucking. He pushed his member into my mouth as far and as deep as it would go, and it made me gag. With my eyelids squeezed tight, tears came down my face, as daddy was holding me by the head, pushing his cock in, over and over and over again.“You’ll get used to it, sweetlips. Oh, your lips were made for sucking, baby. Keep going.” – Daddy moaned, as I kept trying to get it all in, gaging throughout the ordeal, looking up watching him smile.He saw what I was doing with my left hand, and slapped my cheek real hard: “You stop that right now sweetlips. It’s too soon for you to be Cuming.” And, so I did. I used both of my hands to jerk him off while sucking him off and throughout t
The next day, Thursday was mostly uneventful simply because my mom took the day off to spend more time with me before my birthday. This was pleasant, but it completely disrupted my plan for the day. I was planning to fuck daddy’s brain out again right before we left, but for now it simply wasn’t possible.The night towards Friday, while I was in my bed, I heard something I hadn’t heard before: my mom moaning. Their bedroom was next to mine, but in the past I had never heard anything coming from there. Hearing her now, I knew daddy was pleasuring her, and I couldn’t help but imagine what position they were in and who was he thinking about while fucking her. It made me jealous – the fact that he could freely fuck her and no one would care, hurt. I wanted him to be mine and mine only, and I wanted him to fuck me long and hard.Just by thinking about that, I was aroused. I glided my right hand towards my pussy and I felt the wetness. I was ready. I started rubbing myself, harder and harde