The Passion of Agnes Part 4 - Sex Stories

The Passion of Agnes Part 4

... onto my humble cot and regarded her nakedness for a moment. I picked up the wooden phallus. Her eyes widened as she looked into mine,spreading her legs. I approached, attracted to the mysteries of her beauteous quim. Her hair down there was darker than the fair hair of her head. It glistened with love’s gentle dewdrops and emitted an overpowering musk that made my head swim. I approached, in playful experimentation I let the fetish rub her. She spread wider and cooed. Every signal she sent urging me to proceed, to take advantage, to make her body my own. Unable to resist any longer I lapped at her pussy, slowly parting her with my tongue as her body tensed, jerking away from me slightly as if the pleasure was so intense as to border on pain but I gripped her by the thigh and licked, determined to bring her to climax and so pacify my own overpowering need to serve a woman. I let the head tease between her labia, rolling it over her rim while lapping and tugging at her clitoris. Was this betrayal of the memory of my Cordelia? I never thought I would experience these pleasures with another. I was certain I had damned myself to eternal torment for the woman I loved but this? Was I so unregenerate as to repeat my sins without the justification of love, urged forward solely by animal passions, by lust? In the heat of desire these questions are academic. We were virtuous nuns solely in order to be unvirtuous. We were abstemious in order to be self-indulgent. We were parsimonious in ...

... order to be prodigal. We were chaste in order to be prostitutes. We were pious in order to blaspheme and sin. We were good in order to revel in evil. We walked the straight path only so that, finding ourselves in the deep dark wood, we might depart from it and become lost. I began to push the instrument inside of Sister Mary. She was very tight. I twisted the oiled tool, licking her clit all the while. She began to be very loud but certain of the protection of our Abbess, I disdained the opinions of the more traditional sisters. I enjoyed the idea of their listening as we indulged our passions to the full. I wanted her to scream my name so that the entire Convent might hear and know that I was responsible. Her walls relented under the tender besiegement of Eros. I felt them give way and noted the way her juices richly flowed as I did my best to clean her, my face and hair wet with her. “Are you coming slutty Mary? Come for your lover. Shout my name when you come.” I moved the phallus in circles, worrying her inner walls. Her back arched fully, her little breasts and rib cage prominent now. She clenched my coverlet in her tiny fists. I was rubbing myself now, ready to come with her at any moment, still hoping that I might fit it inside of her to the hilt. She seemed to feel the same way. She begged me to keep fucking her. I did. Thus passed the afternoon. Eventually the light of the sun dimmed in my little cell, fading to crepuscular greyness. The wind picked up. We dozed off. ...