Sisters Of Eden - Sex Stories

Sisters Of Eden

... now racing, pumping a passionate heat through every vein. Sister Felicity’s fingers were tracing their light, tantalising way over the exquisite and delicate lace tops of Sister Theresa’s stockings and down between her thighs. Every sense in my body felt as though it was being overloaded. “Get on the rug, on your hands and knees, Leanne. The tone of Sister Felicity’s voice left me in no doubt that her intention was not to tell me twice. I pushed myself out of the sunken leather of the armchair and sank to my knees on the extravagant and sumptuously embroidered rug. I was now kneeling directly in front of Sister Theresa, just inches from her feet. With a tilt of her foot, Sister Theresa eased her heel out of her shoe and dangled it in front of me on her toes for a few moments, before letting it fall to the floor. Uncrossing her legs, Sister Theresa moved the underside of her nylon-clad foot to my face and began sliding her foot around it and exploring it slowly. I looked up at her. In the near half-light, her cheek bones were high, proud and beautiful. Her eyes were full of both power and wanton mischief. Her toes, with their delicately painted red nails provocatively visible under the sheer material, moved up and down against my bottom lip, flicking it down, before tracing them over my top lip. Sister Theresa said nothing, but her lips formed three words that I clearly made out from the movement of her soft, full lips. “Open your mouth.” I parted my lips. Sister Theresa ...

... pressed her toes between them and began to fill my mouth. I took her foot into my mouth deeper and felt her toes move and slide over my tongue and I began to suck and lick them almost instinctively. My mouth was almost full, and I could feel a reservoir of saliva beginning to cover her toes and then run like little rivers between the tiny gaps at the corners of my mouth. I was greedy for her feet, her toes and her control. “She’s a greedy little bitch, isn’t she Sister Theresa?” Sister Felicity purred before leaning down, rubbing her fingers into the torrent of warm saliva that was now covering my chin and sliding it around my cheeks and nose. “Your mouth is flooding, Leanne. And I doubt that it is the only part of you that is flooding. Why don’t you find out, Sister Theresa?” Sister Theresa removed her foot from my mouth. I gasped for breath as my lungs were suddenly overwhelmed with an inrush of air once more. Easing herself out of her chair, Sister Theresa moved around behind me. I felt her hands take a firm hold of my ankles, which she pulled apart with a strength that made me understand why she had been made head of physical instruction. As she pulled my legs wider apart, I felt my skirt, which had the tiniest two inch vent in the rear, tighten against my thighs and bottom. Slowly, she began to run her slender, lithe fingers up and down my calves, all the way to the back of my knees, caressing them with a provocative, delicate lightness of touch. I then felt those same ...