He gives a smile and whispers, "Yes, Sister Sofi." He inches his cock deeper into . He pulls out an inch and presses several more inside my wet, clasping sleeve. His sighs and gasps and grunts combine with mine. "You’re ... so ... tight ... and ... warm and ... ooooooo ... Yes, Sister ..."
He is very gentle while I have abandoned myself to him. I lay underneath him, my legs splayed widely to the sides as he works his shaft in. I feel the head bump into the top of my pussy. He pulls out until most of it has retreated and presses more firmly back in. I cry out at the sensation it creates and it bumps into the top, again. I raise my head and look between our bodies at his dark brown cock sliding into my lighter brown body. When it bumps into the top of , again, there is still many inches remaining outside.
I drop my head back onto the cot with frustration, "I want all of you, Anton."
He is pumping into harder. Long, strong strokes. His cock is glistening with my juice as he pulls out. Each thrust back in bumps into the top. I start shivering and quaking. I am a limp rag doll underneath him. Light and shadow pass over my shut eyes and, when I slit them, I find it is my head turning side to side as the rest of my body trembles with impending orgasm. When the orgasm crashes over it is more like it is exploding from my pussy and coursing through the rest of my body. My toes curl, my body tenses, my clit and nipples ache they are so rigid, my fingers dig into the old blanket under . My ears hear wailing and shrieking from far away, but it isn’t far away ... it is from . But I don’t care. It is the most intense and wonderful experience and my legs involuntarily rise to wrap around his flexing, driving hips. My arms rise to encircle his neck, my mouth engulfing his, and finally muffling my groans and cries.
His pumping into beco more furious. Each stroke presses and bumps into the top of my pussy and I hold onto him as if I am afraid of coming apart if I don’t. My own orgasm begins to subside when I sense sothing different ... inside ... his cock swelling larger ... and pulsing. I feel him stiffen and his strokes beco abrupt and more forceful, holding himself deep inside. When his cock jerks and spews its cum, it is impossible to believe there is any room left. Spurt after spurt of his cum fills even more. He pulls out and thrusts back in with each spurt and I feel our cum leaking from my pussy over my ass crack. It sends into another amazing orgasm.
In the quiet after, as he rests on top of , as we gasp for control of our heart beats and breath, the sounds from outside seep back in as if washing over us with the certainty of the world and life just outside the window opening and through the thatch of the walls and roof. I clutch him to , unwilling to release the feeling of his heart beating against mine, our ragged breath into each other’s neck and shoulder. All is very quiet outside the hut until murmurs from the sisters begin outside. Yes ... they were very aware of us.
I hold the sides of his face in my hands and kiss his lips softly. I look into his eyes, "You are still hard."
Under his darker skin I see his blush. "I don’t understand it. Maybe because you are so tight. Even now you pulse around ."
Now I blush. "I want to take all of you and I don’t think I did." He raises up onto his arms and presses into the cot with his knees, raising his body up. I feel his cock inside shift and I sigh at the feeling. We both peer down between us. "No ... see, I didn’t." There are still several inches of his cock not glistening with our spent juices. I look back into his eyes. "I want to, Anton. I want you to be able to fully have ."
His eyes considered mine, my face. He was thinking. "You might be too small, Sister Sofi." He blushed, again. Then, he whispered to share sothing privately. "Even the other sisters, when they used to be with , they couldn’t take all of it, either. It’s okay. I am grateful for this." It isn’t lost on . He is expressing his gratitude for a nun satisfying him sexually. It is also not lost on that the other sisters have not been ’with him’ for so ti.
I wiggle my hips under him and feel his still hard cock moving. I kiss him on the lips, again. "I will take all of you. And ..." I gazed into his eyes, "... and, you will not be without, anymore."
I watched his reaction. He started to protest but I stopped him with another soft kiss. He finally smiled, sighed, and flexed his hips, moving his cock inside . He began a slow movent, moving only inches. "Then, Sister, it might take so practice."
I smile widely, "If that’s what it takes." We laugh together only I gasp at the feel of him moving inside . I look at him intently. He gives a puzzled look back. "Can you roll us over? I want to be on top." He is uncertain. The cot is narrow but he moves to the side, his back touching the thatch wall. Awkwardly, he shimmies and jerks our bodies, his cock jabbing into , again bumping into the top of my pussy. Finally, breathing heavy, he is on his back and I am straddled over his hips. I move my hips and my pussy slides up and down over his cock. I press with my hands against his chest and sit upright, my thighs flexed as I sit on his cock pressing against the top of my pussy. I look to the side and see out the window opening. I move my eyes down to him. I am gasping, moaning, and groaning, again. "How ... are you ... still ... hard? Do you ... always ... do this?"
His hands co up to grasp my jiggling breasts. He squeezes and fondles them. Then, his response cos as if he gave it considerable thought. "No ... no, I think it ... it is you." He pinches a nipple and watches my reaction. When I smile and nod, he sees it as encouragent and it is. He takes both nipples between thumb and index finger. He twists and pulls them. I gasp and moan. "I think it is you, Sister Sofi. You are so tight and energetic. I feel consud by you."
My eyes are shut as I enjoy all the sensations but words still spill from my mouth. "The other sisters ..."
"I was always grateful. They relieved but ..."
I bent down and covered his mouth. I didn’t need to hear anything more. I didn’t want to rely ’relieve’ him. He was right, I wanted to consu him and be consud by him.
I sat upright, again. When I looked down at him, my vision was hazed by the lust burning within . I rose up his cock and pressed back down. Up and down, up and down. I grunted with each downward pressing as each ti his cock head jamd into the top of my pussy. But, each ti as it did, I wiggled on top of him as I continued to press. I felt fuller and fuller. It felt like his cock was inside my stomach. I raised up and looked. More of his cock was covered with the juice of my pussy. Not all but more. My hands clutched his hands on my breasts as I rose and fell. Yes ... it might take so ’practice’ to achieve ... but I will.
We both orgasd, again!
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