Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione - Sex Stories

Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione

... than that, a member of Humanists UK and a vocal supporter of the Brights movement. But this wasn't about being rational, about being a good scientist. This was all about obtaining the most pleasure she could from this chance meeting, about squeezing out every last drop of enjoyment from the opportunity that had fallen into her lap.

Accordingly, she lined the merciless glass dildo up against Fatima's pussy, turned on beyond measure by the idea that it had been the girl's intention to use the weapon onher. She had no intention of beating about the bush. Rather than introduce it incrementally, she pushed it into Fatima's tight young cunt, not stopping until it had embedded itself completely inside her.

'Aaargh!' the Moslem girl groaned.

Hermione couldn't be sure if it was an expression of pain or one of desire, but frankly she couldn't care. At this moment, the Hippocratic Oath meant absolutely nothing to her. She retracted the monster and was driven even more mad with desire by the sight of the moisture that glistened back at her in the well-lit room.

'I'll start with a gentle tempo and then build up the pace until she can take no more,' she told herself, her mind already racing ahead to the pounding she was going to give her asshole.

She had to admit that the girl was game, as she was making a huge effort to stifle the moans that were begging for release from her mouth. However, as soon as Hermione pressed the accelerator, the muffler came off.

'Oh, fuck! Oh ...

... my god!' she cried. 'Please, I don't think I can take this.'

Hermione was of half a mind to tell the girl of her plans for her back passage, but didn't want to scare her off. Instead, she told her she'd be fine - the cock was a perfect fit for her pussy.

'Perhaps you've had plenty of practice with that attentive husband of yours,' she said with a smile.

The smile would have been a lot wider if she knew just how big that husband was. As it was, she got back to work, increasing the tempo sharply, as if she were giving a performance of Ravel's Bolero. Just as in Ravel's masterpiece, there is near the end a sudden key change from C major to E major, so on that bed on that evening at around midnight Hermione suddenly switched from the role of actor to that of patient. She realised she was on the verge of coming almost after the orgasm hit her. Crying out, she was powerless to prevent herself from driving the appendage deeper into Fatima's vagina.

'I'm coming!' she screamed, like a man who is shooting his load, even though she had actually come a few seconds before.

Just as Ravel's piece goes back into C after only a few bars, so did the focus of attention turn back to Fatima, as she yelled out under the impact of the climax which had been building up for so long.

Neither woman seemed to want a break; they understood that the sensations which they had already experienced were likely to be as nothing compared to what awaited them. The main issue that needed to be ...