Sisters Of Eden - Sex Stories

Sisters Of Eden

... Felicity purred. “Breathe it in, you hot little slut.” Although every one of my senses was being overwhelmed, the scent of her arousal was beyond powerful. Behind me, Sister Theresa continued to plough her stiffened fingers frantically between my legs, fucking me with them deeper and ever deeper, and building my arousal by the moment. “What do you need, Leanne,” growled Sister Felicity. “What does a wanton slut like you really need? Confess your sins, you little bitch.” “Oh god, I need fucking,” I cried, my voice vibrating with the power of the thrusts that were driving between my legs. “I need fucking, good and hard.” Almost immediately, and with astonishing swiftness and ease, Sister Theresa flipped me over onto my back. My skirt was now ripped almost all the way from the hem to the waistband, and the material was hanging loose around my torso. Above me I saw Sister Theresa, her face alive with the kind of ravenous sexual hunger that I had never before seen in anyone, begin to lift the skirt of her habit once more, again revealing her strong and shapely legs. As she lifted the habit still further, I became aware that there was something else she was hiding underneath; a ridged, slightly curved purple strap-on cock, fastened tight with black leather straps. “Fuck her, Sister Theresa,” insisted Sister Felicity. “Give the wanton slut just what she needs.” Sister Theresa brought the head of the thick rubber cock to my now drenched slit and looked deep into my eyes. Then, with ...

... one move of her hips, she thrust the hard length of pleasure inside me. I felt every muscle in my velvet pussy walls tighten around it and try to clench it. It moved into the very depths of me, stretching and opening me. “Oh fuck,” I moaned. “Oh fuck, that feels so good.” I wrapped my legs around Sister Theresa’s waist as she began to fuck me with a beautiful, intense rhythm. Her hands moved to my blouse and ripped it open, exposing my firm, swollen tits, held within the confines of a white lace bra, to her gaze. She began to caress them and pinch the engorged nipples tightly between her fingers, delivering an exquisite, searing pain. My mind no longer felt anything but wild abandonment to a depth of lust that I never knew existed. I bucked my hips and began to writhe on the rug, everything within me now lost to the goddess of sex. As I moved towards my climax, I felt two fingers slide into my mouth, covered with the musk of sex. The taste and feel of fingers in my mouth only increased my need to surrender to the only thing my body wanted. “She’s fucking you, Leanne,” teased Sister Felicity. “She’s fucking your needy, drenched, lust-soaked pussy and you are going to take it until you come hard, you little whore.” “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I moaned, over and over, through the fingers that were pushed into my mouth, probing it and feeding it with the juices of Sister Felicity’s own desire. I felt Sister Theresa’s fingers move down onto my swollen little pearl and vibrate it. ...