Emily pulls me toward her with her free hand, which she then slides up the length of my habit to grasp my breast. What is happening to me? Wicked hands and a sinful mouth have me in their thrall, determined to wring the orgasm from my body as I speed toward my own damnation in the form of sinful pleasure.
I cry out when the orgasm peaks, and my pussy contracts around Emily’s fingers, but she allows me no reprieve. She withdraws her fingers and delves her hot wet tongue into my pulsing opening, diligently lapping at the juices and making love to me with the powerful muscle, working my body until I’m convulsing again, this time coming in her mouth.
Emily withdraws her tongue, pushes my legs wider with her hand before inserting her fingers again. Her other hand continues to massage my breasts, switching between the two, and pinching and stroking my tight nipples with her fingertips. I can’t see what she’s doing, her form is still cocooned beneath my habit, but I can feel everything she does. I succumb to the sensations she’s wreaking on me and the carnal sin rampant within me, focused at the point between my legs.
Slowly, Emily slides her tongue farther down, past where her fingers are pumping steadily and rhythmically in and out. I tense when she licks at the forbidden, untouched place, and I shudder when she uses the tip of her tongue to swirl around it.
“What are you doing?” I ask, attempting to sit up, but she doesn’t let me, curving her fingers inside me and lightly pinching my nipple.
“I’m thanking you and showing you how repentant I am,” she says, blowing warm air over my clit.
“You should st-stop,” I tell her, moaning when she latches on again, sucking and swirling around the sensitive nub, driving me to distraction.
Emily’s devious chuckle vibrates through me as I come again. I can barely think straight even to stop her when she pokes at my asshole with her slick finger and slides it slowly inside while continuing to render me speechless and immobile with orgasms.
Her movements slow as I shudder through a weak orgasm and she finally stops. Then lifting the hem of my habit from over her head, she crawls onto the bed and straddles my hips. I look up at her, noticing her messy brown hair and glistening lips. My chest is rising and falling rapidly, and every part of me is tingling with aftershocks.
Leaning forward, she kisses me with her wet lips, seeking entrance to my mouth before plunging her tongue so deep inside that I can taste the sweet juices of the forbidden fruit on it. This is what she has reduced me to, a puddle of illicit desire that she’s so carefully bestowed on me. Emily has doomed herself in the eyes of God with her behavior, and now she’s dragged me down with her. I break the kiss, gasping for air and desperately scrambling to hold together the shattered pieces of my soul, but I’m unable to find purchase anywhere apart from around the hips of the woman sitting astride me.
“If we get caught…” I begin, a note of warning in my tone, but she cuts me off with a kiss.
Her hands shove my habit up to my waist, and I find myself doing the same with hers. I’ve lost myself to this moment, and this woman. I will beg forgiveness later for my transgressions. A moan escapes her lips when she grinds herself against me.
“I can’t, not again,” I whimper as the old-fashioned, coarse material of her underwear rubs against my swollen clit.
“You can,” she urges, moving faster, pressing harder against me.
I roll my head from side to side, even as I lift my hips to meet hers, and the sensations are too much for my oversensitive body.
“Touch me,” she orders.
Almost hesitantly I lift my hands to cup her breasts, rolling the pointed nipples between my fingers, watching in awe when her face lights up as though in rapture. She moves above me, the rough barrier between us stimulating an urgency and need that we both seek to fulfill. Her mouth clashes with mine as she kisses me furiously to muffle our cries while we both shudder in surrender against each other, succumbing to the temptations of our flesh.
Chapter Thirteen
Sister Emily
I look down at Faith;her cheeks are flushed, her swollen lips are parted and shiny from our kiss, and her chest is rapidly rising and falling as she breathes heavily. I smile, and lifting my habit, I cast my gaze lower to look at her pussy where it’s pressed against mine. I’ve never done anything like that before, and it was more intense than I ever could have anticipated.
Faith is almost boneless beneath me, and I roll off to lie next to her. I’m still catching my own breath. I never meant to take it this far with her, but Faith was a lot more malleable after I started eating her pussy as though it was my last meal. Maybe now she won’t have that stick shoved up her ass about me, or if she still feels the need, maybe she’ll let me replace that piece of wood with my tongue.
I’m not sure what came over me, but everything I’ve been holding back and repressing about myself over the years has come flooding to the forefront. I’m left unsure and almost drowning in the thoughts and desires I’ve been repeatedly denying myself. I don’t have time to process any of this further, though, when Faith sits up and leans over me with a shy yet also mischievous smile on her lips. I’m suddenly alert, my focus entirely on her, as she slides off the bed, and shoving my habit up above my waist, she grips the edges of my underwear, which I’m still wearing.
I don’t say anything, not wanting to distract her and give her a moment to have second thoughts. I simply lift my hips and allow her to remove my undergarment, exposing my pussy to the cold air in the room and to her. Faith drops her head and slowly licks the length of my slit. I can sense the uncertainty in her actions, so I do the only thing I can to encourage her...I moan.
Her mouth and tongue begin to move faster, exploring my clit and pussy with such care and attention that I feel like I’ll go mad from being edged like this. She begins to find her rhythm, and my soft cries and whimpers increase with her enthusiasm as the orgasm builds slowly within me. Gentle fingers join her tongue, and I bite my lip to keep a lid on the volume of my response. This is what I’ve been wanting, Faith between my legs, feasting on my pussy.
Her careful diligence shines through even now, as she surrenders to desire and eats me out like she’s been doing this for years. In my whole life, I’ve never had anyone where she is now. I’ve never gone further than fumbling hands or my mouth pressed against another woman’s pussy. Her confidence builds, and her pace quickens as she seeks to create a madness within me, using her lips, tongue, and fingers.
I briefly contemplate punishing her next time for driving me mad like she is, chasing me toward the edge and leaving me dangling over the precipice. Faith’s teeth catch against my clit, and I open my mouth in a silent scream as I come, shuddering and shaking on her fingers. Faith takes her revenge on me by continuing to fuck my pussy with her fingers, sucking hard on my tender clit while daringly pushing her tongue inside with her fingers until I’m shattering all over again.
The door bursts open as I let out a shriek of pleasure and come hard.
“Sister Emily and Sister Faith! What do you think you are doing?!” the almost ungodly screech of anger coming from Mother Superior rips through the air, making my heart freeze, and causing Faith to pause, her face still pressed against my body.
Neither of us moves or says a word as we wait for the explosion, “Clean yourselves up immediately, make yourselves decent and get to my office in fifteen minutes. No excuses!” Mother Superior barks at the top of her voice, and I feel Faith flinch from where she’s still positioned.
The door slams shut, and Faith looks up at me with horror, guilt, and embarrassment stark on her pretty features. Turning away, she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, grabs her underwear, and walks out of the room without a backward glance, leaving me alone. The weight of what I’ve done is crushing, but I don’t feel any remorse about doing it, I only regret the way Faith looked at me before her abrupt exit. I’ll be lucky if she ever forgives me, especially by the time Mother Bitch has finished with us.