She took the bottom two and placed them atop the other two, careful to cover the undergarment drawer completely. I received a call late last night from the convent on the other side of the church, something about a plumbing problem. She closed her eyes in passive contemplation after she'd reassured herself that the candle would continue to burn. Her tongue swiped a drop of pre-cum from my slit as my hands dropped to her head and my hips swayed slowly, feeding my stiffness into her stretched mouth. Literotica is a trademark. For her it was a preliminary ritual too, preparing her mind for devotion. She had always been a fun loving girl and not being able to laugh was one of those things.
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And I've known him more or less throughout my life. The next morning Sister Agnes awoke at dawn as always, but she still felt dead-tired. A single window with gray, flimsy material gathered on either side let light into the room. The nun who had been caressing my manhood with her breasts, took my hand and led me to the Mother Superior, who had been watching the ravishment of her latest novice with great interest. Now it was his turn to kneel. The guestroom was in the back of the house. She started humping her pelvis up, her eyes boring into those of the younger nun.
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The convent was very rich, it had for a long time received the youngest daughters of prominent and zealous families in the region and been paid handsomely for it. It's just--" I was having trouble phrasing it tactfully. Sister Innocence was to stay in the same room for the duration of her stay, and a bed was brought in for her benefit. And they yelped like puppies almost in unison, and hugged each other and, when they recovered, laughed together. In fact Purity rather boasted about her sex life which involved activity with men and women on a casual understanding that evoked for Innocence the life she'd left with Une and Chastity.
There was nothing important. Glancing back at the bed, her heart warmed when she saw the large cross with her beloved Jesus on the wall over the head of the bed. But then one person's solution is not necessarily another's! She turned seventeen recently, and she wishes to join the convent. Wasn't there something a little hypocritical, she asked herself, in joining a Holy Order to find herself if she had to pretend to be different to what she was to remain in the order? No verbal command was necessary. The electrifying pleasure-waves bolting from her crotch were making her dizzy with lust.