Author: Billy_x1998

“Come into my office Tommy.” Tommy watched as Sister Jean waltzed into the big office and stand against the door with a frown. He’d been caught once again, having sex with one of the female catholic students. Had it not been for leniency from Father Andrew, Tommy would’ve been kicked out a long time ago, but per the Father’s request that he get (multiple) other chances, he was still there. He slowly trudged into the office past her icy glare and sat in one of the chairs in front of her desk.
Sister Jean followed him soon after, plopping down in her own respective chair. Why are you here today Tommy?” She asked cold and rhetorically. “Tommy hid his face half-way under his hand and sighed.
“Why do I usually get called here Sister?”
“You tell me,” she quickly said as he finished his statement.
Tommy could only shake his head and shrug. “They caught me….again,” he blurted out. “Caught you doing what?” Sister Jean clasped both her hands together and put them on the table.
Tommy nervously chuckled and looked away. “Caught me….uhm…. messing with one of the Catholic girls.”
Sister Jean nodded and squinted her eyes, staring a whole through his body. “Is that right Tommy? Why were you “messing” with the Catholic girls Tommy?” He fidgeted with his hands as he tried to find answers to her questions.
“I-I uhm, I don’t really know,” he stammered. “Yes you do…. yes….you….do Tommy. Do not sit here and lie to me,” she countered. Tommy snickered again and looked around the room as if he couldn’t believe the interrogation of his actions. Sister Jean was not so pleased however and it shown on her face. “Tommy, I am not laughing. Tell me why we caught you over in the girls dorms, past midnight, fornicating with one of the students.”
The boy sat there in his chair, looking for words to say. “I’m waiting Tommy,” Sister Jean barked. “I was trying to….have sex with one of the girls,” he admitted defeatedly.
Sister Jean raised her eyebrows mockingly and gasped. “Well my heavens! I thought it was made crystal clear that any interaction with the opposite gender was to be kept platonic? And you come into my office confessing that you were caught trying to have sex with one of the students? As strict as our policies are, and you still continue to defy our rules….how old are you again Tommy?”
He sat there staring at her, his face a bright shade of crimson and flushing with embarrassment.
“Your age Tommy,” she said licking her lips. “I’m about to be nineteen Sister.” The woman nodded slowly, breathing out a dramatic sigh. “I’m only twenty seven myself, but even I find it just a tad bit odd why we can’t enforce these rules with you. I see you in my office more than I see half of my own family Tommy. Is there something you enjoy about coming here?”
He shifted in his chair. Sister Jean was one of the more younger nuns on campus and her looks usually afforded her shy compliments, back handed flirtations, or just simple stares. Just the mere glance she gave Tommy had him shivering with nervousness. “Anytime now Tommy,” her voice breaking him out of his trance. “I’m just warming up to the rules I guess Sister Jean, that’s all,” he shrugged again and flashed her an uneasy smile. Her eyes danced around his face and shifted downward to his hands, which were now sweaty.
“You’re lying to me, you’ve been at this Catholic school for two semesters. You’re not warming up to anything, you just like to get in trouble.” Tommy stood up from his chair and opened his mouth to respond but was quickly shut down by the raising of the woman’s hand. “No, no sit back down,” she said and he obliged, slowly lowering back down to the chair.
Sister Jean watched him and then stood up from her own respective chair and began roaming the room. “Tommy, I like you. I really do….you just make it hard for me to take your maturity seriously. Time and time again we catch you doing something you’re not supposed to, and time and time again you back handedly say you won’t do said instance again. Then not even hours later, you do it again. Why do you do this to me Tommy?”
Overcame with guilt, he shrugged and glanced back down towards the wooden office floor. Sister Jean shook her head in annoyance and folded her arms. “What do you even see in these girls you are so keen to deflower? Why can’t you just (at least) find one and wait until marriage?” Tommy smiled shortly and began playing with his hands. “I mean….that’s not the way guys hormones work Sister,” he replied with a chuckle.
Raising an eyebrow, she walked in front of him and sat in front of him on her desk. “Then how do they work Tommy? I thought with me being an adult and all I’d know a little bit about teenage hormones but what do I know? Educate me,” she said with a moot smile. He nervously looked her up and down while taking long breaths. Her gown clung to her body more tightly and her caramel face glowed in the fading sunlight under her powder blue shawl.
“Well uhm….when guys you know….like a girl,” he started, “they usually make plans to uhm….please each other right? So I think in my case…there’s just so many girls that I uhm…that I like….and they usually like me back,” he stopped to take a nervous gulp. “Who am I to not try and please them right?”
Sister Jean pursed her full lips in amusement. “So you’re a ladies man?” Tommy chuckled and shook his head. “No I wouldn’t go that far Sister,” but she disagreed. “No that’s what you just said correct? That a lot of the Catholic girls like you?” She waited for him to blurt out more false answers. “Well I mean they don’t like me they just-,” “Just what?” She queried, cutting him off in the process. “They like what I have to offer I guess I don’t know,” he answered sheepishly.
Sister Jean smiled, then her smile turned into a hearty laugh. “And what would that be might I ask?” Her glance shifted towards Tommy’s crotch area which now looked more swollen than when he first walked in. Her eyes traced back up to meet his nervous gaze. “Look Sister Jean, if you want me to promise to never get in trouble again….look I promise okay?” Tommy gave her an uneasy look and shifted in his chair again.
“You said you had something to offer the girls we keep finding you with, all I wanna know is what is it?” Tommy laughed uneasily but Sister Jean was serious. Her stare was now an intense glare that caught Tommy in each and every angle of his face. “What is it?” She asked sternly and after a couple seconds he pointed between his legs. “What’s that? Your zipper?” She mocked and Tommy frowned. “What do you want me to say Sister?” She sat up straightly on her desk and began rubbing circles on her knee. “I want you to tell me what you have to offer that’s between your legs,” she said just above a whisper.
Tommy looked away and covered his face in embarrassment. “Sister, I really don’t even think something like that is even necessary….just let me go. I promise I-,” “Tell me Tommy, and I’m not asking,” she interrupted, growing impatient.
Tommy looked her in the eye for a split second and let out a defeated breath. “My…my dick Sister Jean,” he blurted out.
“Language,” she mocked with a frown. Their silent gazes hit each other like two boxers in a ring, with Sister Jean’s gaining the upper hand. “So that’s what this is all about? Your inability to keep your hands to yourself and your manhood, and I use that word loosely with you Tommy, inside of your pants?” The boy shrugged again causing her glare to intensify even more. “Have you even been with a woman before Tommy?”
Sister Jean shifted her body on her desk in a position that forced her legs to spread ever so slightly. Tommy took another gulp and wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. “I’ve uhm…I’ve been with lots of uhm… women,” he croaked. Sister Jean displayed a small smile as she let out a rugged sigh of her own.
“I’m going to ask you again, have you even been with a woman before?”
The question was vague but open ended enough for him to fully understand what she was asking. Tommy gave her no answer and continued to wipe sweat from his face which was now beat red. Sister Jean chuckled slightly and rose up from her desk. She unbuttoned the baby blue gown and began pushing it away from her body before looking down at Tommy with a scowl.
“Answer me when I ask you a question Tommy,” she snapped suddenly and a wave of fear washed over his body. “I-I- uhm… I guess…not,” he stammered. The woman looked at him, almost with a glint of pity, and shook her head. “So you lied to me? Tommy….I give you every opportunity to make this easy for yourself yet you still defy me,” she started as more buttons were unclamped and more of her body was exposed to him.
Her body was extraordinary, thick with ripples running along her hips, as her copper taunt skin, and smooth features mimicked a leather cow-hide. The gown fell into a small blue puddle on the floor while she stood in the middle of the room wearing only lace lingerie and her head wrap.
In all her glory, Sister Jean grabbed the young man by his shirt and ripped it off with deceptively strong hands as he stood in the middle of the floor almost ashamed. She scoffed with a half-smirk as to say “that’s it?” Making Tommy even more nervous. “Im disappointed in you boy, you have a full fledged woman standing in front of you but nothing to show for it. I’m ashamed.”
The teen could only look at the woman as she stared down between his legs with an eager but angry glare. “Take off your pants,” she started and Tommy’s eyes grew wide. “Sister- Sister Jean we don’t even have to do all of this,” Tommy pleaded as he cowered back down in his chair.
A loud crack rang across the room as the Nun suddenly slapped the boy hard across his smooth face. Tommy gasped for air as he tried to rub away the stinging sensation on his cheek. He looked up at the woman confused and embarrassed.
“Take off your God Damned pants Tommy….” She repeated as her eyes grew weak and almost glazed over while she slid her hand down into her white lace panties. Obliging, he did as she told him to and removed the tattered jeans that he had on, nervously tossing them to the floor. She looked down at him and then towards the jeans, finally resting her gaze back on him and the seemingly slow rising penis inside his boxers.
The woman chuckled under her breath as she snaked her hands across his frail yet tender body. Her pussy growing wet as he winced with every motion and pitter patter of her fingertips across his chest. She was going to enjoy doing to him what he thought he was doing to those innocent Catholic girls in their dorms.
“Get hard for me Tommy,” she moaned lowly while she circled her index and middle finger inside of her pussy, a pussy that had began rapidly dampening. “Get hard for me…..get hard for me….now,” she instructed as she skillfully unclamped her bra, letting it plop to the floor to reveal D cup breasts with extraordinary toffee colored nipples.
Tommy sat in the chair with nothing but very, very thin cotton covering his now rock hair cock as it sputtered in various directions in anticipation to what might happen in the next couple of minutes. “I’m- I’m…I’m hard for you Sister Jean,” he blurted out with ragged breaths.
“You’re hard for me?”
“Yes Sister Jean!”
“You’re hard for me Tommy?”
“YES!!!!!!”
Sister Jean moaned loudly, grabbing the tears rock hard dick in the process. It was thick and warm in her hands, twitching with movement of her skillful fingers. It was roughly about 7 inches with winding veins and the girth of a wild cucumber. She massaged her palm up and down the shaft of Tommy’s penis making sure to tap and tickle the head and watch as the pre-cum clung to his slit like a liquid crystal.
“You break our rules, and deflower our female students with such an attitude….as if you’re some kind of bad boy. Some…..bad mother fucker……but when a real woman grabs your dick you cower and scream like a child. Where is the man that sneaks out and deflowers various young women who have (lyingly) given their life to the Lord….over some sorry excuse for a quick fuck?” She asked harshly while tugging his dick in her hand more urgently. Massaging his balls with her other hand as she looked up in his face with sex driven eyes and a horrifying frown.
The teen could only gasp for air and grab frantically at the woman’s arms and hands as she educatedly jerked and rubbed his dick and balls with skill and rhythmic precision maneuvering away from his flailing hands as he screamed out in unknowing sexual ecstasy.
Frowning, Sister Jean tightened her grip on his cock and tugged up and down faster with ferocity and anger….because he hadn’t answered her question.
“Answer me when I ask you a question Tommy,” she cooed lowly awaiting his response….which never came.
“ANSWER ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU!!!!” She screamed out and with a firmer grip and even faster motion of movement, Tommy let out an animal like, uncontrolled scream and came right on Sister Jean’s tits. Thick, opal colored ropes of cum glazed her breasts like nectar in a newly budded Spring flower.
Looking down in amazement, she grabbed the young man by the throat and kissed him hard, fondling his tongue with hers and forcing him to gasp for air when she pulled back for a quick breath herself. Dragging him by his neck, she laid him down on her desk and removed her panties, panties that were now soaked. Dazed and weary from how hard he came, he could only watch as she straddled him at first, then hover her pussy over his face. With a final look, Sister Jean plopped down right on his face, moaning the words “Oh fuck, my Lord” in the process. She ground her pussy against his mouth and moved her hips in a forward and back movement, brushing her clit against his nose each time she moved up.
“Eat me Tommy…..eat me. Eat this pussy……”
Tommy muffled an inaudible response as his flailing began to turn into a caress of her caramel olive skin from below. She moaned in agreement and nodded as his fear slowly turned into confidence. He opened his eyes and frantically attempted to locate the bud that was rapidly smashing into his nostril that was driving the woman so crazy. Once locating her clit, he raised up one hand and began to eagerly massage it, not knowing he was doing it all wrong. She didn’t care though because it was surprisingly still pleasurable….to her at least.
Sister Jean moaned loudly as he lapped in upward strokes at her pussy which had now grown creamy with sexual intensity. She reached back to stroke his half-flaccid dick that now seemed to be growing harder again. She grabbed him by the hair with her other hand and drove his face deeper into her vagina, smothering him under her wet slit.
She was quiet when she finally released him, snaking her way back down his body until her asscheeks collided with his rock hard manhood. She smiled as her tits dangled freely over his waiting mouth. Invitingly she forced one in his mouth, loving the wet and sloppy smacks he gave as he mildly bit her nipples and tongue washed her sweet areolae. She was now ready for him to enter her.
“Fuck me Tommy, fuck me Tommy,” she pleaded. “Fuck me hard Tommy, fuck me… fuck me….. fuck me……”
He didn’t hesitate as he quickly tried to position her so her Pusey was right above his dick. Shoving himself inside of her waiting sex opening, they both moaned in unison at the sensation of bonded pleasure. Pulling her breast out of his mouth, she replaced it with her lips, almost enveloping his face under her full and moist dick suckers. His dick was wonderful as her ass bounced up and down in the air and met his pelvis with a plethora of claps from their skin connecting with one another.
“YES TOMMY!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK THIS PUSSY!!!” She screamed as the young man tried his hardest to keep up with her hypersonic movements of her own hips.
He cried out another moan and she sensed that he was close to cumming again so she slowed down, pinning his hands above his head. Almost playing with him at this point. She looked down at him and laughed as he looked back up at her with a sweat ridden face and wide sexually uneducated eyes.
“We’re gonna switch and do missionary, okay? Because I know you’re about to cum, but I want to see you cum again. Don’t be nervous I’m gonna help you, alright?”
Tommy nodded eagerly and shuddered as her pussy came from being intertwined with his dick. Switching positions like she’d said, he found himself hovering over her now, Sister Jean smiling and lightly massaging his nipples with her hands.
“Go slow and I’ll tell you when yo speed up okay?” He nodded and she joined him as she nodded with approval. She watched as he nervously shoved his thick dick back inside of her and began to slowly thrust his hips forward and backwards. She massaged his pubic hair lightly to trigger sensations in his body and nodded for him to speed up. With a nod, he looked down and began thrusting a little faster and harder waiting for her to give him the signal to speed up more.
“Speed…up…and…when…you…get ready…..to cum…..let me…..know….okay?” She instructed between breaths as her breasts giggled in the cool but sex filled air of the lifeless office. Tommy nodded and watched as she gradually had him speed up until each thrust caused a harsh snack that rang in the air from his dick clashing with her ever so wet pussy.
“There you go…..FUCK…..THAT…..PUSSY…right there….mmmmmm,” she moaned as his dick rammed inside of her. Sister Jean was enjoying herself as this young stud whom she’d wanted no problem with was giving her a better lay than some of the men in their thirties that she would sneak off to meet every weekend.
“I’m about to cum,” he blurted out while trying to catch his breath.
“You’re about to cum?”
“Y….yeah…yes Sister Jean”
“Okay sweetie, pull your dick out and spray my tits again, it’ll be easier to clean than coming on my pussy. Then I want you to get dressed and go to your dorm. Understood?”
Tommy nodded as he gave one last thrust and violently pulled his dick out of her and shot two ropes of cum across her tits like she’d instructed him to. With a couple of last second pumps from his hand he flicked the last drops of sperm onto her body and quickly began dressing himself so he could leave and return back to his dorm.
Sister Jean took a second to catch her breath as she looked up at the room lights and then sat up on her desk, which was now covered in sweat, dried and freshly stained cum, and the sexual juices from her body. She kicked her panties and bra under the desk out of sight and quickly shucked her baby blue gown back onto her shoulders, massaging the cold and sticky cum from Tommy onto her breasts with the gown’s fabric.
She gave him a wink and stood up in the middle of the room as he quickly finished pulling his shirt over his trembling body and forced his shoes back on his feet. She grabbed him by his shoulder and turned him back around to face her.
“I don’t want you getting into any more trouble Tommy,” she said with a smile, grabbing his chin and massaging the peach fuzz that was trying incredibly hard to grow.
He nodded and sighed a breath of astonishment, still reeling from what had just happened. She grabbed his crotch and squeezed lightly, causing him to jump in surprise again.
“Answer me,” she requested again and he quickly said “Okay”. She smiled once more and planted a wet and sloppy French kiss on his lips before sending him out of her office. He smiled while he looked back at her office door until she was out of sight. “The Catholic girls are gonna be the last thing on his mind for a while,” Sister Jean thought to herself.

Vanessa watched as rain pounded her living room window. She was so upset and this time, she knew she couldn’t combat it by herself. It was not even ten minutes ago that she finished a nasty argument with a woman she barely knew. It was her boyfriend’s (well ex boyfriend now) mistress. She had been suspicious that he had been cheating on her but dismissed it out of fear that she would have a nervous breakdown. Bryan was the seventh man to cheat on her in the past three years, and this one really stung. Vanessa had met him about six months ago and it was during a time where she was unbelievably vulnerable. At first she pushed him away telling him the line of “I’m not really trying to date anymore right now”, but somehow he had seen through her statement. Bryan would tell her things like “you deserve better” and that “a man would have to be a full to toy with someone of her beauty. Go fucking figure huh, how the tide has changed. Now she found herself crying on her velvet loveseat with tears of anger, confusion, and a hint of envy. She had glanced at the woman once before and she didn’t look bad. A stout figure with wide hips and C cup breasts. Pale vanilla skin, long fiery orange Irish hair and fierce green eyes. Vanessa couldn’t help but think what the hell this fucking bitch had that she didn’t. She was no stick figure herself, her own ferocious curves did more than enough to prove it. Her hair was dyed a sexy mixture of magenta and carmine and it fell in loose curls below her spine. Her skin was a rich hue of caramel and possessed various tattoos of various illustrations all around her body. The most prominent one was a bunch of roses with the word “PASSION” written across each rose in cursive letters across her chest. She was smart too, incredibly smart. She had graduated Syracuse University top 10 in her graduating class and received a bachelors degree in business. A degree that she would use to land a very high profile office job in East Manhattan, and he still cheated on her. Vanessa could only shake her head and wipe tears while she stared at her femme vixen like frame in the mirror. “Why the fuck would he cheat on me?” She shouted to herself with a loud wail. It had been this way for a long time. She would get into a relationship only for the man she’s with to cheat on her, then she would tell herself to be alone for a while. That wouldn’t last long either because the men that approached her always knew the right things to say to her and just exactly when to say it. Before you know it they’re at each other’s houses fucking like college students. This was especially tough because Vanessa had taken Bryan into her home, oblivious to the fact that he had an apartment of his own.That was where he would run off to after he got finished using her and wanted to go fuck that other girl. There’s also that, “that other girl”. It sounded so whorish of him to admit to stepping out on her and not even have the audacity or the balls to even tell her what the woman’s name is. But hey, just like a whore of a man to cheat on her in the first place, right? Sipping from a bottle of Hennessy, Vanessa was startled when there was a loud bang on her door. “Get the fuck away from my house Bryan or I swear to God,” she started. “V it’s your sister, Mallory. Open the door because I’m getting soaked.” Vanessa jumped up from her chair and pulled her pink silk robe tighter around her pajama clad body. Unlocking the door, sure enough it was her older sister Mallory, standing in the door trying to dodge the miniature liquid bullets of the night sky. “Mallory you didn’t really have to come over, I was just pissed off,” Vanessa started. Pushing past her younger sister, Mallory waltzed into the living room and over into the kitchen. “What you think imma let a sorry ass man mess with my sister and get away with it?” Vanessa closed her door, forcing a smile with tear filled eyes as she joined her sister in the kitchen. “No I didn’t not with your crazy ass still alive,” she answered. Mallory glanced at her and frowned. “Girl where’s your clothes… as a matter of fact: where the fuck is he at?” Vanessa sighed and poured her sister a glass of the Hennessy she was drinking. “I don’t know he might be out fucking that bitch or something. I don’t really give a fuck where he is,” she said taking another swig from the liquor bottle. “Well what you’re not gonna go beat her ass?” Mallory asked and Vanessa scoffed. “Why should I? He’s not my problem, far as I’m concerned he’s that bitch’s problem now.” Mallory smiled towards her sister while she playfully sipped from her respective glass. “Well why did you call me over here then? I was ready to fight and you know me girl. I would’ve beat the shit out of him,” she said. Vanessa chuckled and shoved the Hennessy bottle back towards her sister. “Mal, he’s not worth it. He’s not worth losing that LPN title you have at the hospital.” Mallory sniffed and forced a smile of her own. “Girl fuck that job, I took a weeks worth of vacation. Those bitches piss me off too much.” Vanessa shook her head, throwing the last bit of Hennessy down her throat. “Well I know one thing, I’m about to be drunk.” Mallory looked over the kitchen to spot another bottle of Hennessy (this one with a hint of vanilla flavoring) and grabbed it off the counter. “Well lets have a party,” she said in a low voice. Vanessa gave her sister a glossy glance that hinted that maybe she’d had enough but she went along with it. Snatching the bottle from Mallory’s hands she unscrewed the bottle cap and took a big gulp, almost falling backwards when she swallowed it. Her sister chuckled and snatched the bottle back. “Atta girl,” she giggled and then she took a big gulp of her own, guzzling down a respectable amount herself. It was stronger than she anticipated, even though she had drank numerous times before, but she had slowed down because of her job. Handing the bottle back to Vanessa, she shook off the strength of the alcohol and asked could she use her bathroom. “I haven’t drank in a while plus I have to pee anyways,” she chimed while she waltzed down the hallway. “Don’t piss on my floor,” Vanessa called back with a small grin. Taking another swig from the bottle, she turned to look at her sister. Mallory was turning 34 in a couple months but her youth still shined over her aging body. Like Vanessa, she was curvy, had caramel taunt skin, and her eyes mimicked that of a sultry vixen. Tattoos were sprawled all across her body just like her sister, although she had about six more in random places. Her breast were D cups and her ass was rounder than the morning sun. Mallory’s hair used to be just as long as her sister’s but she’d opted to cut it in a shoulder length bob. Due to her job, she was usually in scrubs but tonight she was in a white t shirt, booty shorts, and a sheer sleeveless cardigan. All completed with a pair of black luxury flip flops. Vanessa envied her. Mallory was gorgeous and had a steady source of income. It puzzled many that she didn’t have a man this late in life, but she preferred it that way. Sex was always on her mind and even though dick was nice, she preferred to be the “we had sex, get the fuck out of my house” type. Butterflies fluttered in Vanessa’s stomach as she thought about just how sexy her sister was. Not to mention how reliable she was. It was damn near 2:30 in the morning with rain pouring down like cats and dogs, and this bitch still showed up to comfort her. That made her sex appeal heighten even more, almost to the point where Vanessa began to think about things….dirty things. The sound of the flushing toilet snapped her out of the trance she was in and Vanessa came back to her senses. Watching Mallory walk back out of the bathroom, she felt herself go wet between her legs. She crossed them to try and hide her sexual tension. “Whew that was nice, now I can finally drink like I want to,” her sister sang, “pass the bottle don’t drink it for yourself bitch.” Vanessa smiled and slowly handed her the bottle. “Didn’t think that the nurse would ever start drinking again,” she scoffed and Mallory laughed heartily at the remark. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Vanessa shrugged, looking down at her feet. “I don’t think ole Mallory has it in her anymore.” She gave her sister a sexily challenged look. Mallory frowned as she ripped the bottle from her drunken sister’s hands. “Bitch, fuck you,” she said and she quickly turned the bottle up in the air, chugging the remaining amount of Hennessy (which was at about 75%). She finished the last drop with a smack and a smile to Vanessa. “Done,” she chirped, tossing the bottle back on the couch towards her sister. Vanessa was impressed but caught herself staring at the breasts heaving up and down four feet away from her. Mallory giggled, a sign that she was starting to get drunk, and looked over at Vanessa. “He’s a damn fool V. I mean I’m looking at you now, and damn you look good. Pretty face, big ass, nice titties…what more can a man ask for? If I was a man, I’d fuck you. I’d make you feel real good and tell you how pretty you are and all that other mushy shit,” Mallory drunkenly ranted. Vanessa smiled as her sexual frustration grew. “You really mean that? You would fuck me, even with us being sisters?” Mallory made circles in the couch with her index fingers, suddenly looking at her sister with passion filled eyes. “I’d fuck you regardless.” Vanessa returned the glazed over look and lingered over her sister’s words. “Remember that time you taught me how to kiss? I held back….I had already known how to kiss.” Mallory stared at her fiercely. “Then why’d you tell me to do it?” Vanessa glanced at the floor then back up to her sister. “Because I wanted to kiss you,” she whispered. The two women stared at each other as the rain began another heavy downpour. Thunder cracking the skies in half and lightening flashing like strobe lights through the dimly lit living room. “Do you want to do it again?” Mallory questioned, breaking the intense silence between them. Vanessa thought for a minute then slowly peeled her body up from the couch. Slowly walking over to the loveseat, she stared her sister in the face, letting out a rugged breath in the process. Mallory watched her every move with a “don’t be shy, take what you want” look in her own eyes. Vanessa squatted down to meet Mallory face to face. The tension in this act was so thick, you could’ve cut through it with a sex glazed knife. Taking her sister by the throat, she deeply kissed her devouring both her lips inside of her own and hungrily pulling back for air. Mallory furrowed both her brows in approval and pulled her sister back in for another kiss. This kiss was even more deep and filled with passion than the first and she darted her tongue inside of her sister’s mouth exploring the warm moist sensation of her mouth. Vanessa moaned in response and and smashed her hands down Mallory’s body. Gasping for air, she ripped off the cardigan and pulled the sleeves of the t shirt down exposing Mallory’s perky tits. Vanessa pointed her eyes downward as she planted another hard kiss on her sister’s lips. She kissed her chin and began sucking on her throat and neck. Mallory groaned in approval, kneading her own nipples as Vanessa inched closer to her chest. Looking up at her sister, she cupped the magnificent pair of tits in her hands and began to violent suck and swirl her tongue around Mallory’s chocolate hued buds. She moaned loud in response and bucked her hips against Vanessa’s pelvis. Smiling, Vanessa traces more kisses down her sister’s body and watches as her skin heats up with each loud “smack” caused by Vanessa’s wet lips. Grabbing her by the throat, she kisses Mallory one last time before trading places on the love seat. Fortunately, under her robe was very little clothing. Just a black lace bra and a red lace thong. Mallory (who was now incredibly horny) quickly pulled the panties off her sister and tore the bra to free a pair of equally immaculate tits. “Mmmm,” Mallory moaned low and vixen like, “I’m gonna fuck you good.” Vanessa stared at her with glossy eyes and spread her legs, almost daring her to make good on her statement. Mallory kisses her hard and fast, catching Vanessa’s bottom lip and pulling on it gently before releasing. Pulling back, she rose just enough so she could pull off the jean shorts and silk panties she was wearing. Kneeling back down, she planted a kiss on Vanessa’s navel and then went to town on her pussy. Licking upward with a long and upward stroke, Mallory watched her sister moan and writhe in ecstasy. She smiled and licked again catching her clit between her full lips, sucking on the spherical ball of pleasure for a beat. Vanessa grabbed a handful of her hair but she caught her hand and intertwined their fingers together in a tight embrace. “Don’t fight it,” she told her as she lapped away at Vanessa’s rapidly lubricating opening. Reaching up to knead her sister’s nipple, she inserted a finger to accommodate the tongue attack, quickly adding another to heighten the act. Vanessa cried out pleasurably and bucked hack and forth at the mouth/finger combo Mallory unleashed on her. “You like that?” She asked and Vanessa nodded vigorously. She smiled and climbed onto the loveseat, joining her. “Get on top,” she whispered in her ear and after a couple of minutes, Vanessa was directly on top of her like she was told. The two women’s breaths matched each other as they lay there, breasts smushed together and sweat forming on their bodies. Vanessa leaned down to kiss her sister while plunging two fingers into Mallory’s glazed sex, causing her to do the same. They fingered each other in a missionary like position and moaned simultaneously seeing who could push the other to orgasm. Mallory, (obviously because of her age) was the more skilled of the two and easily went back and forth between Vanessa’s wet pussy lips and her clit, shaking her with her rhythmic hand movements. Vanessa came all over her hands, hugging her sister tightly and whimpering nothings in her ears. Mallory let out another gasp of pleasure and gently pushed her sister’s hand from in between her legs. She held her sister close, like she was supposed to be held, and nestled in her hair. Looking up at the ceiling she felt Vanessa move into a more comfortable position: resting her head on top of Mallory’s tits. Stroking her sister’s hair, she smiled. It had been a long time since Mallory had a sexual experience like this and with someone she cared about. Vanessa stirred on her chest and gave her older sister one last kiss on the nipple. “I love you Mal,” she said groggily as she drifted off to sleep. “I love you too sis,” Mallory replied and she joined her in a deep, romantic slumber.