Just Call Me...Lover. - Sex Stories

Just Call Me...Lover.

... surprised me but considering the little I knew about her, it was a welcome offer.

“Go on,” I said encouragingly, before bringing the riding crop down hard with two strokes on each of her buttocks.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

But she hardly reacted, even though the force of my blows was more than enough to swing her body forward. All I could hear was her breathing deepen slightly before she started to speak.

“I had just turned sixteen when I seduced one of the village boys back where I used to live in Connemara. He was seventeen and I took him into the chapel of the convent where I was boarding late one night. We sat in the pews and I sucked his slim young cock and let him fondle my breasts...”

CRACK! crack, CRACK! crack, CRACK! CRACK!

“Is that supposed to shock me?” I replied.

Before she answered, I listened to her breathing again; it was heavier this time but her words, when they came, were clear and full of the cobra's venom.

“No! But after kissing him and making him hard, after he had played with my perfect breasts and licked my nipples, he wanted to take me back to some filthy barn and fuck me.”

CRACK! CRACK!

- “Ok yes, we would fuck, I told him but nowhere other than here, in this chapel, in the sight of God and not on the pews where we sat. If he was going to take me, it would have to be done at the place of honour; on the altar.”

I threw her hair forward and brought the crop down firmly on her back; two, four, six times, until I felt ...

... her wince. I wanted to hear the rest of the story.

-”We stripped and climbed the holy stone. I lay naked upon it with all the saints and all the angels and even fucking Christ himself looking down upon me. That night I spread my legs for that beautiful lad and to his eternal credit, he fucked the curse of virginity right out of me. Never mind Abraham and Isaac, I willingly sacrificed my cunt to God andthe fucker rejected it – more fool him!”

I brought the crop down upon each of her shoulders, then gave her ass-cheeks a crack each. I heard a faint moan escape her lips then, right after which she continued with the story.

- “I wrapped my legs tightly around his hips and he fucked me silently until I came. His shoulders were strong and his arms rippled with muscles, from years of strenuous labour, but it was his eyes that made a lasting impression on me. There I beheld more lust and desire than I ever imagined possible – and all because of me! No wonder the Church had deemed lust a 'deadly sin' or some such absurdity. For such a young lad, he had remarkable staying power too. We fucked and sucked, licked and kissed until he blew a barrage of seed deep into my thirsty, teen-aged cunt.”

CRACK! CRACK! crack, crack, crack, CRACK! CRACK!

- "Didn't I...say…even numbered... strokes!”

I hit her buttocks twice more, observing that by now, her skin was red and raw over much of her back, thighs and ass. Apparently satisfied, she continued with the story.

- “Naked upon ...