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    At what age did you become sexually active?

    Just a fun survey. At what age did you...?
    1. First masturbate 
    2. First kiss
    3. First sexual activity
    4. First sex with penetration
    5. First oral sex 
    In my case:
    1. 11 (exploring my body, rubbing nipples and pussy)
    2. 11 (with girl) 12 (boy)
    3. 13 (with girl) 15 (boy)
    4. 15 (let him put it in my pussy but not cum)
    5. 13 (girl) 15 (sucking cock) 16 (a boy kissing my pussy)

     
      Posted on : Jan 5, 2018 | Comments (16)
     
    The party nun - part 3 (final)

    When she woke she was alone, lying naked on the crumpled sheets in a wet patch. She grinned to herself. Sighing, she stood up and found her robe and underwear. The panties were still wet and she thought, "Fuck it, don't need them", and left them on the bed, not caring if they were found by the Sister or the Master or the embarrassed cleaner or whoever the fuck. All she wanted was more sex, even if she had to go looking. It could be a long and very satisfying night. 

    She walked along the shadowy corridor of the upper floor, lit only by moonlight coming in through the window at the end. It was silent at first, but as she reached the top of the staircase she heard something. It was coming from the last chamber, behind a large wooden door. In the centre of the closed door was a sign: Master. The sound was louder – and then she recognised it: an excited moan that could only be sexual, she thought. What was he up to in there? And with who? Elena? She leaned up to the door and held the handle. It turned easily. Dare she peep in? She couldn't resist.

    As the door opened a little she could see the room was lit by dozens of candles. It was a large chamber with four-poster bed in the centre and a free-standing bathtub beside it, next to which was a pile of clothes. She could make out a dark robe and a kind of slip or nightgown, and a small messy shape of shed underwear. Aha! Of course. She heard the moaning again. And on the bed she saw two figures in silhouette. They hadn't noticed her, so she slipped silently into the shadows of the candlelit room to see more. If she couldn't find someone to fuck at least she could watch – who knew, maybe the Master would want seconds after he finished with whoever this was on his bed. 

    Erica quietly edged closer. On the bed lay a woman's shape, spread-eagled, naked. As the moonlight came in through the window she could see the white flesh and the little mound of pubic hair. The girl's arms reached out to the corners of the top of the bed, as if she was tied to the bedposts, and her legs were spread below. If she wasn't bound she was certainly submissive. And then the Master appeared from the far side of the bed, tall, wide-shouldered – and stark naked. She could see the silhouette of his very large member, swinging forwards as he climbed onto the bed, to take his position above the girl. Just at that moment the girl's head turned towards Erica and she recognised her friend!

    Elena noticed her at the same time and her eyes widened with disbelief. Erica wasn't sure if her friend wanted her to leave, watch, or join in! Once before they had  had a threesome with some guy they picked up in a nightclub and they had both admitted to enjoying watching each other being taken and using the man's body for their mutual pleasure. But this time? Erica moved back further into the shadows and watched for a moment. Her friend now had to look up at the Master, otherwise he would notice the intruder. He was now about to enter her, his huge cock at full attention and hovering over the wide-open pussy below. Goodness knows what foreplay they had been up to in the bath but it didn't surprise her to see the man so excited. 

    As she watched, the long member slowly entered the supine girl, who moaned again as he went deeper and began to thrust. Erica felt herself getting turned on even more so she rubbed her hand over her mound, through the silky robe, knowing she too was wet and ready underneath. But she would need to find someone else this time. She watched a few moments more, hoping her good friend would get a good hard long fuck from the man who, she realised, must be her 'boss'. Perhaps this was part of the weird therapy they practised in this strange place. No wonder Elena had recommended it to her. But it was time to leave them in privacy and find her own amusement. There must be someone else she could seduce.

    She found her way back down to the cloakroom, where the handsome attendant was still at his post. And of course it only took her a second to form her next plan. She acted immediately, asking with a smile for her coat and bag. She had no intention of leaving but she wanted to change back to the skimpy clothes and see if this guy could be of any more useful service. 'Let me help you find it,' she said as he went into the back room. She followed him into a small room where there were some coats and bags on a row of hooks and others on what appeared to be a large bed. It reminded her of those parties where everyone puts their coats on the bed in the spare room. And she had an idea… 

    As he moved to switch on the light she said: 'Leave that, I've found what I need.' She had taken her overnight bag from the hook and held it out. 'See. But I need your help.' He looked puzzled and was about to speak, but she stepped forward and put a finger on his lips. She opened the bag and took out her little skirt and top and lay them on the bed. As he watched, confused, she stood before him and, in one quick movement, lifted her nun's habit up over her head and let it fall. She saw his eyes uncontrollably look down at her bare breasts, smooth tummy, hairless pussy and legs still clad in white stockings. She promptly stepped forward and began unbuttoning his black shirt. She stared seductively into his dark eyes as the buttons came undone, then stepped back enough to untuck the shirt and told him to take it off.

    As he obeyed she admired his strong jaw and stubble, his dark hair and muscular chest ('quite the Celtic god aren't you, she thought – but what about the rest?') Next she unbuckled his belt and the buttons of his black trousers and yanked them down. His underwear was black too, and only just held in what appeared to be an impressive cock. She grabbed the boxer shorts and pulled them hard down, watching as his semi-erect member flopped out. 'Soon get that harder' she thought. Down on her knees, she quickly clasped it with her long fingers and gave a few licks of her tongue over the smooth head. It was swelling quickly. Just to be sure, she took it in her mouth and gave a few sucks and licks. Once she took it to the back of her throat and felt him swelling harder, but then she pulled away. 'Not yet, man, you've got to help me find my coat.' She gestured to the bed, covered by a large pile of coats, robes and cloaks. 

    Before he could say a word she pulled him to the bed and parted the pile enough to climb under it, in the middle of the bed. She dragged him in and rolled over onto her back, pulling him on top. He needed no more encouragement and within moments he was inside her. Her pussy was so wet she parted easily and reached around him to pull him by the buttocks so that he went deep up inside. As she suspected, it didn't take long and she only wanted to use him, not know him, so she increased the pace and thrust her body up to bring him closer. He responded, thrusting harder and deeper, so that she could feel his full length swelling inside her. The movement brought her ever closer and he helped by caressing and gently nibbling her nipples, which turned her on more and made her moan and shudder. She felt him throb uncontrollably inside and pulled him as deep as possible, using her inner muscles to grip him there until he lost control and spurted several times into her, just as she brought herself to climax by rubbing her clit as he pounded her inside. They collapsed under the pile of coats, breathing hard, falling into relief and rest.

    But not for long. She pushed him off and stood up. She quickly found her skirt and top, put them on and turned back to him, still lying on the bed. 'Thank you for your service.' From her handbag she took a banknote, dropped it onto his bare stomach with a grin, then left the room. 

    Not bad, she thought, but she still envied the attention her friend was getting in the chamber above. What else could she get up to in this sinful place? She continued walking along the ground floor, enjoying feeling cool air around her almost bare legs, her short skirt swaying as she moved, her skimpy top tight against her pert breasts, their nipples still hard. Then she saw another staircase leading down, to the crypt. She couldn't resist her own curiosity. What dungeon of perversion could be down there?

    The crypt was cool and dark, lit only by candles. Her pussy was still swollen and hot, juices still seeping from her. She couldn't resist sitting on the cool stone steps, allowing her skirt to rise around her as she sat down to relish the coolness on her bare buttocks and pussy lips. She felt a weird perversion at her act, leaving her wet trail here. But she didn't care. And damn it, she was horny again! 

    Suddenly she saw a movement from the dark corners of the old chapel.  It was a more mature man in a priest's robe coming out of a booth. He saw her sitting on the stone steps and stopped a few steps away. She knew he was looking at her stocking-clad legs and skimpy outfit, wondering why she wasn't in her nun's uniform. 'Have you come to confess, young lady?' She wasn't sure whether to respond or run back upstairs. It seemed anything was possible in this place. Without thinking much she said yes, and stood up to face him. 'Well, then, follow me.'

    He led her into a small ante-room. It was not a confessional, but it had two chairs facing each other. He beckoned to her to sit and took the chair facing her. He smiled, perhaps to put her at ease. Or was he what he seemed? Was he as randy as the novice, the Master and the cloakroom boy? She couldn't help herself, even though he seemed a little more stern. She spread her legs slightly and grinned at him. He noticed the movement and looked at her lap. 'I guess I'm not your usual visitor,' she said. 'Oh, you'd be surprised. We get all sorts in here.' He grinned. She felt a thrill and a new longing and despite any instinct for good behaviour (which she rarely had) she conceded to wickedness again, spreading herself even more, to the point where he must surely see her naked slit between her bare thighs. She noticed him lick his lips, despite himself. Then, on a whim, she reached down and lifted up her halter top, exposing her shapely young breasts, nipples proud and firm. 

    'You really have been a sinner, haven’t you?' he said. 'In fact, you've been rather a little slut, I believe!'

    'Oh yes,' she gasped. 'I am a slut. I can’t help it. But I seek your forgiveness, father.' 

    'You can be forgiven. But first you must be punished. Come with me.'

    He stood up and reached out his hand to her. She obeyed, feeling a thrill of excitement and a touch of fear, wondering what would happen to her now and whether she would be in control this time. He led her away to a dark corner and through another door, which he shut and locked behind them. One bright light hung from the centre of the ceiling. The room seemed bare, the walls brick, the floor tiled, the only furniture being a kind of wooden bench at the far wall. 'Over here,' he instructed. What was this place? She wondered. Some kind of dungeon? And what was that table or bench for? Then she saw two iron hoops fitted to the brick wall. 'Oh shit,' she thought. 'Is he going to tie me up there?' For a second she started to panic, her heart racing faster and her breath quickening. Yet she felt a perverse thrill too. She wanted to be punished and perhaps taken again – could this be some kind of BDSM chamber? 

    'I can imagine what you're thinking,' he said. He was right behind her now and moved his arms around her waist, moving her with the weight of his body to the end of the room. 'You need to be punished. But don't worry, I rather imagine you will enjoy it. Now just keep quiet and take your punishment.' Then he pulled off her top, lifted her arms up and fed her hands through the shackles, tightening them to cuff her wrists in place. She gave a little whimper, but loved the feeling of vulnerability, feeling bold and uncaring – and very horny again. As if he knew this, he said she wouldn't be needing her clothes for this, and he pulled down her little skirt and stockings. She was now bound and naked, at his mercy. Her pussy throbbed with excitement, still wet from her recent fucking and the renewed stimulation of her dirty mind.

    The man's large warm hands caressed her back and buttocks. His fingers reached down between her thighs and pulled her legs apart. He stood back and admired the nude girl from behind, then took a cane from a hook on the wall. 'Your safe word is "more",' he said with a grin. And then he took a short step back, gently swung the cane backwards, then struck it forwards against her bare buttocks. She gasped with surprise. Thwack! It came again. She felt a sharp pain. Again, he struck, harder, leaving a slight red line across her cheeks. Another! And again. Three red lines across her vulnerable buttocks. It hurt her, but she found she perversely enjoyed it. She wanted to cry 'more', but thought that might make him stop so she remained silent, only emitting gasp each time the cane hit her. 'One more for now,' he said, bringing it down harder than before so that she cried out with pain and gasped with delight at the same time. 

    'I think you're enjoying this too much. Time for something else.' She heard something fall to the floor behind her and realised it must be his robe. She felt his hands around her waist again, pulling her out and spreading her legs. Suddenly his fingers stuck into her wet slit and he pushed at least three of them up inside. Then he slid them out and used his middle finger to play with her swollen clit. She began moaning and felt her pussy filling with more blood as her body readied itself for sex again. And sure enough, she then felt the tip of a cock enter her from behind, her eager pussy spreading to receive it. It felt rock hard and seemed to lift her from the ground as he thrust it deep and hard.

    One of his hands reached round to rub her breasts, tweaking the nipples hard. She gasped again then moaned out loud as he pushed his dick fully inside. She felt it swell and throb, knowing it wouldn't be long before she got another cream pie. And sure enough, moments later she felt a hot wet surge inside as he purged his load deep into her. After a few more thrusts, he withdrew with a sigh. She moaned again, wanting more – she hadn't yet come this time. But this was a punishment, she remembered. 

    She assumed he would now let her go. But she was wrong.

    She heard the door open behind her, but as she was bound to the wall she could not move her head round enough to see. Another man, she heard. They spoke in whispers and she felt them approach. The first man said, 'The Master has something for you.' She felt a thrill. She wondered if Elena knew about this. Where was she? But she soon forgot that when she felt a man's hands on her buttocks again. This time they seemed to be covered in massage oil, or some other lubrication, and she wondered why. Her pussy was already soaking wet. 

    But then she felt fingers circling around her little brown hole, her sensitive starfish-shaped hairless rear entrance which she suddenly realised was completely at their mercy. 'Oh god,' she thought, 'now they really are going to punish me.' But there was nothing she could do. It wouldn't be her first time. She told herself to just relax, let herself open up, remembering the trick of opening her mouth to widen the little hole behind. The warm oil was oozing out of her hole now and she felt the fingers push gently inside it.  She tried not to resist and was surprised how easily she opened up. The lubrication was working – she even started to like the sensation of the soft fingers edging inside her. But then they withdrew. Something bigger surely coming next.

    The Master admired the girl from head to toe. Then he leaned over her from behind, kissed her neck, giving her a shiver, and said: 'You're mine now. You must obey me in this place.' She remained silent, hoping she would not upset him. Her buttocks still hurt from the caning and she didn't want more serious abuse. Yet she knew she was going to be taken from behind any moment. He caressed her breasts, taking one fully in each hand, gently massaging them with warm well-oiled hands. She felt something against her upper thigh. Something hard and smooth. It must be the large cock she had seen pounding her friend earlier, up in the chamber. She hoped she could take it inside.  Time to find out. Its firm but smooth tip moved up between her cheeks, gliding over her soaking pussy lips, upwards. Fingers reached to grab her and spread the hole. She opened her mouth with a gasp as she felt the head start to enter her. 

    Her body was so well fucked and horny today she felt she could take anything, and she felt herself opening up as he began to push inside. She felt completely open, giving herself up to the Master, letting herself be used and abused by these perverse 'priests'. For a second she imagined she really was a wayward novice nun, desperate to give herself to as many monks and visitors as possible, serving them as a slave, opening all her holes every day. She felt the cock pushing up inside her, opening her up, smoothing its way and beginning to throb. She could hardly believe she was taking it all, spreading her legs as far as she could to open up her trapped body. Gasping, she enjoyed the sensation of the smooth wet hardness inside her most intimate place, as it throbbed and thrust a little harder. She felt her pussy tingle, her muscles contract inside as she almost came again. She felt his breath on her neck, his hands on her breasts, his rod impaling her, deeper, harder, throbbing until… She gasped as he pulled out of her in a rapid movement, then felt spurts of warm fluid over her lower back and buttocks as he came masterfully over her, spilling his hot cum over the sinful slave girl from behind. And she too came, unable to hold back, juices pouring down from her onto the floor and down her legs.

    She awoke from the dungeon session as if from a dream. But it was real, she was still manacled. Then a familiar voice spoke to her. Elena had come to release her. The men had gone. Her friend looked down at the pool of liquids on the floor and the Erica's reddened, cum-spattered buttock cheeks. 'You have been a naughty nun, haven't you?' They grinned at each other and Erica dressed. 

    As her friend showed her out of the building they kissed goodbye, first on the cheeks, then briefly on the lips. They both knew they smelt of sex, and both were still horny. But it was time to go, said Elena – she had to return to the Master's chamber. 'But come again. There's always someone horny waiting here!'

    As Erica went out onto the dark street, into the cool early hours of the morning, wearing only her tiny white skirt and skimpy red top, the outfit completed by her stockings and heels, she passed a nearby hotel. As she reached the entrance, a minibus stopped outside. She was by the hotel steps and the bus door opened right by her. A group of men streamed out, smartly dressed but a little dishevelled, evidently coming back from a night out. She stood to one side to let them pass. Each and every one of them eyed her from head to toe, scanning her slim young body, drawn by her sexy outfit and cheeky smile. She loved being admired and had an irresistible urge to go in with them and let them all take her, a cock in every hole, a non-stop orgy for the rest of the night. Her pussy was wet again. 

    She couldn't help herself. She followed them up the steps into the hotel…

     
      Posted on : Dec 28, 2017 | Comments (4)
     
    The party nun - part 2

    [continued] ...

    On the way in her friend had first taken her by the cloakroom where a charming young man had taken her coat and showed her to a changing room where she had slipped out of her civilian clothes (skimpy white skirt and tight-fitting red crop top) and changed into the fancy dress nun's habit. Elena had then led her to a quiet chamber and told her to wait. Elena had made sure no one else would use it that evening and had resolved to distract the Master of the establishment herself so that he wouldn't be out on his usual patrol, looking for errant novices up to no good at night (which he knew happened all the time). By pleasant coincidence Erica was feeling very horny so she relished the dare and hoped the young priest would succumb to her charms.

     Under the soft robe she was wearing only white silk panties and stockings. As she waited and daydreamed she rubbed her pussy mound gently through the soft material, feeling an ache as the blood started to swell her. Her nipples were going hard too. She knew it was time to sin again…

    She had not heard the man enter the room. The first she knew was when a firm pair of hands gripped her from behind, holding her arms tight. She gasped and felt a thrill run through her. Was this him? Was she already having an effect without seeing him? His hands spread round her to reach her chest, fingers soon touching her bra-less nipples, gently rubbing them through the soft fabric. She couldn't help letting out a small moan as he softly caressed and stimulated her. She began to wonder what was next: would he lead or would she have to seduce him? She felt his breath on her neck and a shiver went through her as he edged closer and his body brushed against her from behind. The sensation of his caresses was making her wet too, her pussy starting to ache for more. Then she felt something firm against her buttocks – his cock must be hard already, pressing against her! This was going to be easy!

    Then his hands reached down and in one movement lifted up her robe, exposing her tiny panties, pert buttocks and long legs. She loved the feeling of vulnerability, giving her body up for their pleasure. She felt a small tremble of excitement run through her again. He held the robe high enough to reach her tummy then began to caress her there with his warm fingertips. She had wondered how she might seduce him but he was apparently even more horny than her and had taken the lead – Elena must have turned him on so much that he now had an appetite for young nuns!

    Again Erica felt his hardness behind her as he gently pushed his body against hers. He kissed her on the neck and cheeks, touching his tongue against her neck, making her shiver with delight. She felt another swell inside as her pussy ached for more. But she knew she would have to wait for that. Meanwhile his hands continued exploring her lower down. With his left hand he lifted the robe high, exposing her belly and legs. She loved the sensation of being exposed like this, her sexy white lace stockings pristine against her smooth fair skin, her small white panties barely covering her eager newly-shaven pussy.

    Then his right hand slid down her tummy, his fingertips slipping gently along the top of the underwear. She shuddered again, feeling a little throb inside and knowing she was getting wetter by the second! His fingers eased in under the elastic and started to touch and stroke her soft warm pussy. Soon she let out a small moan 'yes!' as he slid a fingertip against her wet lips. And suddenly a finger was inside - then two. She felt herself spread to receive his touch, her wetness oozing over his warm hand as he stroked her swelling clit, ever so gently flicking a fingertip over her until she gasped with lust, sensing her first climax coming – and as he expertly caressed and stroked her just where she wanted it, she thrust her body forward, letting herself go, swelling and aching as her juices flowed out in the bliss of a first orgasm. Now she wanted more – and something bigger inside!

    And of course he sensed she was ready for that. And he was throbbing too, eager to feel himself inside this deliciously naughty nun. So he turned her around to lean her facing down against the bed; she propped herself up with her arms and leaned forward, her rear exposed, ready for him to do as he pleased, hoping he would take her from behind as it was her preferred position. And he wasn't about to disappoint her, but wanted to tease her further and to relish her erotically exciting body. He kneeled down behind her and leaned towards her bottom, lifting the robe again. He kissed her soft warm buttocks and then took hold of the panties from each side at the waist, slowly peeling them down to expose her full rear nudity to his face and tongue, which he then used to lick her swollen pussy lips and taste her sweet juices for a few moments.

    This only made her even wetter, as she loved the touch of his lips and tongue. As he kissed her fully on the pussy he managed to push his tongue forward enough to reach her clit again, licking it gently to turn her on even more. Then his tongue moved upwards, gliding its way all long her soaking pussy and continued even higher, reaching her other hole, which he gently rimmed with his wet tongue… oh, she thought, is he going to take me that way! She wouldn't have minded anal but now she just wanted a hard dick in her cunt, not her arsehole. At least not yet…

    Then he peeled the panties off completely, sliding them down over her heels, leaving her almost naked. The stockings would stay on, he decided - it turned him on anyway, to see them around her long slim legs. And now he was burning so much to be inside her he could wait no more. His cock was hard and throbbing, eager to enter the juicy pussy. She remained leaning forward, exposing her buttocks, getting impatient to feel him inside one of her wet holes ('fuck it, take me in both of them!'). 

    He ran his fingers over her wetness then stroked his lubricated fingers over his shaft a couple of times, even though she was so well self-lubricated they both knew he would just slide in, but he liked the illusion of power, the sensation of knowing she was waiting and that he could just take her any moment. It was as if her pussy was oscillating, willing something to enter. He rapidly lifted his robe up over his head and dropped it to the floor. His cock was fully erect, pointing horizontally towards her ass, ready to give her what she wanted. She felt herself tremble again, aching and getting wetter again as she waited. Then she felt a smooth but firm touch against her as the tip of him rubbed against the wet pussy lips, which easily spread to receive him, then she felt him enter her, just slightly, the tip pushing gently inside, smoothly into the wetness. The whole of the smooth head was inside. She felt him pause and felt it pulsating, spreading her opening.

    Then he pushed harder, inside, a little deeper. She gripped him inside using her expert cunt muscles, loving the firm but gentle thrusts. She was aching to open up fully and feel him deep inside, so she moved onto one leg and positioned her right leg up on the bed, opening herself much wider as she spread. So then he made the first hard thrust, deep inside, causing her to gasp with delight and shudder with another pre-orgasmic wave – she felt like she was about squirt juices all over his cock as he thrust in and out.

    Suddenly he pushed hard, all the way inside, grabbing her by the waist to pull her to him. She moaned out loud as he went deep again and again, spreading her and filling her with his hardness, until she couldn't hold back – she arched her body and cried out as her second orgasm came, juices pouring out around the hard member. He too reached the point of no return and she felt him shudder, go even harder and throb powerfully as his first spurt thrust from him, up inside her. And again he pushed in and out, hard and deep, moaning and throbbing as he thrust his full load into her willing body, pouring his cum into her eager soaking pussy.

    He pulled out and turned her over onto her back. His cock was still hard, springing up in front of her as she watched, grinning and licking her lips. He stood up and she sat upright on the bed in front of him, legs apart, juices seeping out of her. Her body felt alive, warm with pleasure – and already she found herself wanting more. She reached up to him and he leaned down to kiss her. After being taken from behind she was happy to see his smile and take his kisses and caresses again as he stroked her breasts, tummy and legs. She saw him admiring her nudity and teasingly spread herself again as if to offer more.

    She noticed he was still hard – in fact, she thought, was he already getting bigger again?! As she admired his handsome face and slim body he pulled away and stood up, proud naked, smiling at her and apparently ready for more. He reached down to stroke his cock, wiping her juices from it and licking his wet fingers. She grinned.

    They lay together for a while, kissing and caressing, exploring and teasing. Both knew there would be more. Well, she wanted to have something to confess after her night in this strange convent! As he lay beside her she stroked his member smoothly with her warm fingers, teasing the tip and grasping the shaft, feeling him go hard again. Briefly she moved down to kiss the tip, briefly licking and sucking him until he was strong and hard again. She sensed she could soon make him come again, but rather than suck him off she wanted him inside again – her pussy was aching for it once more.

    So she lay him on his back and positioned herself over him, loving being in charge this time. Briefly she edged herself forward to almost sit over his face and he duly reached up and licked her wetness again. But she wanted more than a tongue in her. So she sat above him, straddling him, poising her pussy onto his swelling cock. He reached his hands up and around her body to caress her breasts, gently rubbing her nipples hard and making her wetter inside. Now she wanted him inside her again, aching to feel his powerful hardness. So she slowly impaled herself onto his long pole, opening herself up as she drew him inside. She felt him throb and swell and thrust, knowing he would explode again soon.

    Her young naked body trembled and arched as she expertly raised herself up and down over him, sliding his member inside, a little deeper each time. She was losing control, pushing herself even harder down to force him deeper up inside. She felt his thrusting and throbbing increase, so she pushed more, her own orgasm swelling up, her body almost floating as she felt the wave come, and felt him surge and spurt inside her, flooding her with cum as she poured out her juices yet again. What sinful bliss! Finally they collapsed and lay wrapped together, kissing, caressing and promising more to come: it could be a long night.

     

    [to be continued - and it gets wilder!]

     

     
      Posted on : Dec 27, 2017 | Comments (3)
     
    The party nun - part 1

    This is one of the sexy stories my lover jonnicat wrote for us.

    >

    Wearing the nun's outfit always gave Erica such a thrill ever since the time she had worn it to a fancy dress party in a country house hotel and used it to seduce a man dressed as a monk.

    She had arrived in a state of excitement (not unusual for her), her tiny panties hopelessly wet under the light imitation of a nun's robe, loving the feeling of walking into a room in that state and almost naked under a costume that was sure to attract male attention. And did...

    She remembered how she had begun, while standing sipping champagne in the room full of characters. She had met the eyes of a young man dressed as monk and blatantly blew him a kiss from across the room. She then enticingly flicked her short brown hair from her bare neck and licked her lips before edging closer. She looked him up and down and fancied she saw a slight bulge around his loins; she could not help imagining he had a hard-on for her and she wanted to see how big he was under his robes. She had been tempted to tease him further right there in the room but she was desperately horny and saw the hunger in his eyes. So without a word she clinked glasses with him, downed her drink then took his hand. She led him like a puppy through the crowd, discreetly led him out of the room then upstairs to the top floor where she knew there was a secret chamber (her sex-mad friend who had invited her had described her own escapades there with one of the guards).

    Once in the room she wasted no time and said nothing. As soon she had shut the door she grabbed his hand, led him to the bed, then promptly ripped off his robe, pulling it off, up over his head exposing his bare torso and bulging white underwear. This was not a time for much foreplay, she thought - maybe later with him again if he was any good. Or with someone else.

    She lifted up her habit, slid it over her head and dropped it to the floor. She stood provocatively, pointing forward her bare pert breasts with hardening nipples, seeing his eyes widen with delight and disbelief. She smiled her best sluttish smile then in one quick movement she pulled down her wet panties and stood fully naked before him, a wicked grin on her face. She loved the feeling of power over the man, her almost hairless pussy swelling with excitement. She had then pushed him down on the bed and grabbed his pants, pulling them off in one smooth movement, watching with glee as his huge cock sprang out. She would not be disappointed with that one!

    She had no time to waste - she was so turned on she could probably have made herself come by a simple flick of her fingers across her wet slit. But she wanted to use the young man for her pleasure. She climbed on top of him, straddled herself over him and immediately pulled his hard cock deep inside her eager wet pussy, spreading herself to take him, led by the powerful urge to just fuck him hard. She had ridden him quick and fast, his cock thrusting deeper each time, causing him to moan out loud until she suddenly felt him shudder and explode, pumping his cum up into her. At the same instant her orgasm peaked, she let go and felt her juices flooding out over him.

    Having taken her pleasure she had left the guy on the bed and walked back down to the party room, once more wearing her innocent-looking costume, but with his cum still dripping down the inside of her legs and her soaked panties scrunched in her hand. She grabbed another glass of bubbly from a passing handsome waiter then waited a moment until the young man arrived back in the room, still red-faced from their illicit episode. Then she had walked up to him as if to chat, leaned close to whisper in his ear ("you made me veeery wet, you naughty boy") and discreetly slipped her wet little thong into the pocket of his robe. She then promptly walked away to talk to another handsome hunk dressed as a priest. Now she had a real taste for men of the cloth. And only minutes later she had taken the next man by the hand and led him away for more amusement in the sinful chamber… It had been a great party!

    And now here she was again, days later, wearing the same nun outfit – only this time it was at an old convent run by some kind of cult where she knew a young sister called Elena, secretly even more wicked than herself, who had given her friend an irresistible dare. She had invited Erica to pretend to be a novice who was seeking guidance from a visiting young priest, who Elena had already seduced one recent night in her private chamber. The naughty nun had enjoyed the illicit sex session so much she wanted her friend to enjoy him too. So now Erica had borrowed a habit and discreetly come into the convent late on a warm summer night.

     to be continued...

     

     

     
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