Sisters Of Eden - Sex Stories

Sisters Of Eden

... fingers beginning to snake under the hem of my skirt and higher up my inner thigh. I bit my lower lip and swallowed hard. Sister Felicity was sitting in her armchair, her face adorned by a look of deepening voyeuristic satisfaction. The only words I could hear within the glazed confines of my mind at that moment were “You disgusting little harlot.” The effects this time, however, were very different and very much more pleasurable. I gasped as Sister Theresa’s fingers found the flimsy covering of my white cotton panties and slid effortlessly under my crotch. My hips instinctively moved back as her hand completed its journey between my legs and cupped my vulva. The heel of her palm started to press and circle tantalisingly against the now very damp material before she allowed one finger to trail deliciously over my pussy lips, dwelling for an all-too-brief moment on my swollen, sensitive pearl. My knees buckled under the almost unbearable pleasure. “I think the hungry little slut is in need of more, Sister Theresa,” I heard Sister Felicity say, her voice faint through the intoxicating haze of delight that was enveloping me. “And we want to make sure she thoroughly enjoys the last weeks of her education at Sisters of Eden, don’t we.” The next thing I knew, Sister Theresa had slid her hand from under my skirt. I was now resting on my knees and elbows. I was aware that her fingers had moved onto the hem of my skirt, either side of the small vent. In one swift, powerful movement I ...

... heard the ripping of the thin summer material as Sister Theresa tore it apart, from the vent almost to my bottom. She hooked her fingers into the legs of my panties and pulled them forcefully down my legs. My breathing was running out of control and I was letting out small, involuntary gasps with every unfolding moment. In front of me, Sister Felicity, still sat in her leather armchair, had begun to pull up the skirt of her habit, parting her legs a little as she did so. My eyes barely had time to focus before I felt Sister Theresa grab hold of my hair from behind, bunching it in her clenched fist, pulling it tight and lifting my head. Her other hand then moved back under my crotch, this time finding its way onto the slick lips of my now drenched sex. “Fuck her with your fingers, Sister Theresa,” Sister Felicity urged. “Drive them inside her tight pussy and fuck her.” In full obedience, Sister Theresa deftly parted the easily yielding lips of my sex and pushed two fingers deep inside me. I moaned loudly as I felt them probe deep within the soft confines of my hungry pussy, before starting to build up a powerful rhythm. At the same time I felt myself being pushed forward until my head was resting on the soft leather edge of Sister Felicity’s armchair, between her open legs. I watched as she draped one of them over the arm, before sliding her fingers onto her glistening pussy lips, parting them and gently vibrating her clit. “Can you smell the scent of my lust, Leanne?” Sister ...