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The kiss was wonderful. It felt just perfect. It made the nun think of Jesus and love and all that was right with the world. The angel's tongue in her mouth had the purity of desire, and the nun began to tremble, clasped there in those huge wings and by the angel's arms around her waist, and then she began to kiss back as well. She shifted her own hands so she could run them up and down the angel's body, which was a delight beyond compare. The angel's glowing skin was smooth like a living flower petal, and just the feel of the angel made the nun go wet between her legs. Which turned out to be a good thing, because the angel was releasing her and urging her down, down, to lie with her on the overgrown grass of the top stone step, and the angel was kissing the nun between her legs, and the nun felt such stabs of clear need that she shifted position so that her face too was at the angel's thighs. And when the nun licked at her there, the angel was certainly not sexless; she was the best things of sex that have ever been named, and her nectar there tasted like water, but such sweet water, and the nun wondered whether the wetness would leave glowing traces all over her face. But also, the nun was enjoying the angel's persistent licking on her own sex, a steady rhythm that changed for the nun from shivers of pleasure that concentrated themselves at the nun's hole and little bud and then grew to the whole area below her waist. Between her legs she was soaked with the sap of desire, and then the beat of pleasure overtook her just as the glow had worked itself from her finger along the rest of her flesh, and she bucked and tried to move her sex more rapidly against the regular licking of the angel's heavenly tongue. She could feel just the slightest tickle of the angel's wings on her back, and this made her even more desirous. And all the while she ran the flat of her own tongue back from hole to bud across the angel's sex, which had turned from white to glowing red with need, and the rapture grew greater and greater. The nun jerked her hips forward again and again towards the point of the angel's tongue, trying to prolong the final ripples of pleasure, bitter yet candied, that made her itch for one more wave, one more crest of tingly bliss.
Extract from: Angelica
My new boyfriend's thing is lesbians. He told me this just this morning, while we were in the shower together. Just as my hand had worked up a nice slow rhythm on his cock, his eyes popped open, and he said: 'Tina, have you ever thought about doing it with another woman?' I didn't answer him right away - I let him lean back against the shower tiles, his chest still nice and soapy, me still stroking away at his cock until he was ready to burst, nearly ready to come, and then I leaned even closer. The water was getting in my eyes and I pressed my tits against him and felt him go even stiffer. I gripped the hot flesh of his prick and I said, `Yes.' And he came right then, his semen spraying warm and silky, all over my hand. It made me so wet.
The match is even more exciting than I had hoped for. I'm on my own in the bleachers, my ass pressed into the wood, squeezing my thighs together. I'm licking my lips like an old pervert, hungry for the sight of all that young male flesh. There are other girlfriends here, all sitting together, but I don't want to sit with them and cheer en masse. I want to have my thoughts for myself. I know it must look a little strange, a young woman sitting all by herself, watching her boyfriend so intently, not rousing the team with all the ex-cheerleaders over there. But I have other things to rouse myself with. Where is Joshua? The smell of men is rising all the way up from those hot, sticky mats. The gymnasium feels too hot. It's his weight class. Here he is now, the blue outfit delineating his nipples on his lush dark skin, his skin already perspiring from the heat. And here is Jake, his opponent. Jake is much fairer than Joshua: blond, pale, almost as lovely in his own way as Joshua is. Their bodies start to move against each other; pushing and thrusting, skin skimming skin; my mouth is beginning to water. I wonder if the other watching girlfriends are thinking the same thoughts that I am. I see Joshua's hands gliding over Jake's pale chest: it's strength, sure, but it's sex too. There's no way you can't call this sex. They are fighting each other and grunting. Joshua's nipples are like dark little stars; sweat is already beading down his chest: making him shiny, beautiful, glowing. I imagine Jake licking it off, then reaching down to my new boyfriend's prick and jerking him off quickly, leaving him breathless. I can even taste Joshua's come at the moment, and I imagine Jake swallowing it down, Joshua's cock pulsing in his throat, Joshua's eyes closed tight as he leans back and lets the other man suck him dry. I open my eyes: I'm still on the wooden bleachers. Embarrassingly, my hand has found its way to my crotch and I'm rubbing myself, right here and now. I hope no one has noticed. But no, people are cheering: Jake has won. I feel bad for Joshua, but I'll also take pleasure in consoling him, later this evening. Maybe I can waylay him tonight before he steps into the locker room, maybe get a chance to slip into an empty corridor and fuck him before he takes a shower, while he's still smelling of both Jake's sweaty body and his own.
Extracts from: My new boyfriend