Nuns Having Sex And Sucking Penises

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Here's an excerpt:

He gave her a gentle squeeze and she whispered, "Don't touch me, Rado. Just go to sleep."

"I can't," he said and pulled her closer. She was comfortable, her thigh resting on top of him and her hand feeling the hardness of his chest. It was a good secure feeling to be a woman in a man's arms. She sighed and snuggled closer.

She became conscious of something trapped under her thigh, something firm and growing. For an instant her mind was shocked. How should she feel? Horrified? Frightened? But no, now it was – well – natural, she supposed. She did not blame Rado but ... "Rado, I can't."

"That's alright, Ma'am. I understand. Don't move – we'll try to sleep."

It continued to grow under her thigh. Therese was at a loss. After all, she was meant to know what to do in situations like this. None of the girls would be confused and the thought made her feel inadequate. But she knew enough to realize that sleep was not going to come and solve the problem, and she was beginning to feel strange and light-headed. She would have to do something.

"Promise not to move, Rado, and I'll help you." She moved her hand down across his stomach. His shirt was confusing and she pulled it up to reach his sex. It was big and heavy, and the skin was dry and silky to her touch. It was exciting to feel it stiffening in her hand. She slid her fingertips down its length to its hairy roots, and then slowly back up to its tip. It felt very long.

She was conscious of her ignorance and thought of the demonstration that Wanda had given them so long ago. She gripped the shaft and pulled the skin gently back.

"Aah!" grunted Rado. It was satisfying to hear him and she repeated the movement. "Oh, that's so good," he sighed.

was good to give pleasure like this and she concentrated on drawing out the experience. Rado would be going to forest soon, maybe tomorrow. At best he faced a hard, lonely winter. At worse he might be hunted to death, or die of cold. She would give him something to remember. She continued to move her hand very slowly up and down. Rado was sighing and muttering unintelligibly.

She was becoming very excited herself. She was conscious that her breasts were tight and her nipples were sensitive buttons demanding attention. Her sex was swollen and crying moisture. She concentrated on the pleasure she was giving.

Suddenly she felt as if she was not doing enough. She threw back the bedclothes and jumped to her knees. Snowbright from the window gave enough light to see Rado's form. The shaft she was holding sprang from his dark hairy centre. She was holding it in both hands. And Wanda came to her again. She pushed down with both hands and saw the plum shining dully at the summit of his sex. She bent forward and licked experimentally. Rado stiffened instantly. It was wet and slippery and it made her more excited.

His arm now free, Rado reached for her thighs and the hungry sex between them. He was clumsy and did not seem to know what to do. "No – stop – don't touch," she pleaded but he did not stop. She grabbed his wrist with both hands, pinning it to the mattress. Reaching for his fingers she clenched them into a fist, and then pulled on his calloused thumb until it was standing up as a crazy signal of agreement. Still pinning his wrist she pulled her nightdress up, shuffled forwards and eased herself on to it. She slid easily downwards and pressed the sensitive surfaces of her sex against his fist. It was satisfying and good.

"Don't move," she said and pressed down harder. She reached for his sex, and bent forward to take it into her mouth. Leaning forward on his fist felt good and she pressed down again. Sucking the head of his sex and pumping her hands, she tried to concentrate on giving pleasure. Very quickly, almost immediately, she knew that he was coming. All his muscles were tightening and his sex was reaching up higher and higher towards her. She was conscious of his fist heaving strongly up and down below her. She wanted more, more of his shaft, more of his thumb inside her. She wanted his shaft inside her; she wanted to stop and jump from his fist to his shaft. She wanted it all...