Even through the pain I had remained erect from the touch of her soft hands on my back, buttocks and thigh. It was an awkward moment. Her eyes fixated on my large pole of flesh. I could sense the internal struggle between her beliefs and her desires. She was so beautiful. My desire for her was burning inside. I knew I should have covered myself. Instead my hand slid down my body and rubbed along my length. It was all wrong. I knew I was treading on forbidden ground. But she was so innocent, so fresh. I could sense the passion in her, the fire in her belly. I knew she wanted to let go, to let her body take control, to forget about right and wrong, good and bad… to just feel and for once to let her passions free…. “I… I hurt here too. Could you feel… make it better?”… I reached out and grasped her hand, slowly guiding it to my throbbing manhood.
Her eyes were fixed on his erection. She was both fascinated and frightened by it. She never knew that a man's equipment could be so large! Whatever knowledge she had about sex and man-woman relationship was but fragmented and incomplete. But still she had heard that a man put his 'thing' into a woman to make babies. She just never thought that the 'thing' would be so big, and so beautiful.
“I… I hurt here too. Could you feel… make it better?" Before she could react, he'd taken her hand and put it on his manhood. Her fingers curled around it, feeling its warmth, it's silkiness. She stood there in awe, her mouth half open, her heart beating fast, as she felt his enormous pole of flesh throb in her hand.
"It's so beautiful....," she whispered, ".. and warm. It seems to have a life of itself..." Again she felt the slick wetness between her thighs, and was suddenly aware of her own womanliness.
"Yes, .... but it hurts.... please make it better....," he whispered back. Slowly she stroked her hand up and down his shaft, her eyes still widely fixed on it. "Yesssss......," he moaned, "please kiss it for me...."
Her soft fingers curled around my girth. She moved closer, still staring with fascination.... "Yesssss...... please kiss it for me...." ... She looked up at me, saw the pleading in my eyes, looked back at my throbbing hardness. She licked her lips, moved her face closer. Very gingerly, she pressed her soft lips to the bulging head at the top of my shaft. Electricity shot through me. I moaned... "Oh yes... just like that..." Holding me in her small hand, she continud to kiss down my shaft, then back up to the tip. I put my hand to her head... "Your tongue... lick it. Make the hurt go away."... Her lips parted. I felt her warm, wet tongue flick across my sensitive head. I pushed forward gently. Her lips widened. I slid into her mouth... "Oooohhhh... so good... deeper... take me into your mouth... use your tongue... aaahhhh..." Following my instruction she lowered her mouth furhter down my shaft. Her tongue swirled aroung me exploring the ridges and veins of my engorged pole of flesh. She was squirming on the bed, rubbing her legs together... "Oohhh... yes... feels so good... massage me... move your mouth..." I guided her head as her lips moved up and down my shaft. I pushed up into her mouth. She became more aggressive using her lips and tongue, bobbing faster and faster. Slurping and sucking sounds were coming from her mouth. The pleasure was excruciating... "Oooohhhh... your mouth... lips... tongue... feels so good... getting better... yes... almost better..."
She was doing what he asked her to, she just couldn't help herself. And while she did it, all she could think of was how wonderfully smooth and velvety his manhood felt in her hand, against her tongue and lips. She wasn't thinking about what she was doing, she just did......... and enjoyed it. Especially since it made him feel good, made him feel better.
Sr. Anna wasn't aware of her own legs thrashing around on the bed, her habit riding up to expose her legs. She wanted to touch herself between her legs, where she now felt so sticky and wet. But first she had to make him better.
She was now expertly sucking and licking his erect pole, as if she had done it many times before. "Oooohhhh... your mouth... lips... tongue... feels so good... getting better... yes... almost better..." he moaned, and bucked his hips, so that his hardness invaded her mouth to her throat.
"Yes, that's it, open wider, let me in your throat," he whispered, and she complied. Now he was fucking her mouth and throat, and soon he felt his balls tighten. "Baby, I'm gonna cum........' he groaned, and then he shot his load deep in her throat. There was nothing she could do but swallow if she didn't want to drown in it. It was a considerable amount and as his softening cock slid out of her mouth, some cum dribbled out......
Sr. Anna lay on her side, overwhelmed, her legs pulled up to her chest. Joe sat up and stroked her face. "You made me better, thank you, Anna." She didn't respond. He continued to caress her, her face, her lips, her neck, crooning at her. Then he bent down and kissed her on her lips.
She kept sucking me like a woman possessed. I thrust my cock harder into her mouth holding her head. Her throat opened. I went deeper. I couldn’t hold back.... “I’m cumming...”... My cock swelled, my stomach tightened, my head was spinning... “Uuunnnnggghhh... aaaaahhhhhh...” ... Jets of hot milky liquid blasted into her throat, then again and again. She kept her lips clamped around my pulsing girth drinking the cum as it gushed from me. White cream leaked from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. I finally fell back against the wall, completely spent and drained of energy. Anna fell back on the bed breathing hard. Her smock had ridden most of the way up her thighs. She wiped the excess cum from her mouth and then, as if in a trance, licked and sucked her fingers clean. Even though I had just emptied myself, my manhood started to stir. She was still squirming and pushing her legs open and closed. I could smell the strong female fragrance rising up from between the legs of this sensual woman. I had to taste her. I crawled down from the bed onto my knees, lifted her smock over her waist and stared at the wet stain in the crotch of her underpants... “What... what are you doing...” I leaned forward and clamped my mouth over her hot pussy, pushing my tongue into the wet fabric covering it. I munched her, licked her, sucked the juice from her undergarment. Her body responded pushing up against my mouth. I hooked my fingers on the waistband and slowly peeled the underpants down her legs. I studied her sweet pussy, the moist pink petals folded open through the gash running down her swollen mound. Pushing her legs back, I buried my face between them and began to feast on her juicy pussy and clit.
She had sucked him and drank his cum like a wanton slut, as if she'd done it countless times before. But actually, she just did everything naturally, with the intention to help him, heal him, with just a little direction from him.
And now it was his turn to do it to her, to bring her pleasure. “What... what are you doing...” she whispered, trying to move away, but he had ber firmly in his grasp, and then his mouth clamped on her sex, and she felt different kinds of sensations swirl inside her.
She lifted her head a bit to see, and saw him sucking on her underwear, kissing her sex through her knickers. His hands were caressing her thighs, sending spirals of lust through her fogged mind.
And then he was relieving her of the undergarment, flinging it aside, pushing her legs apart and taking away the hands she used to shield herself.
"No, love, let me look at you." Then he buried his face in her pussy and started to lick her out. The onslaught of his tongue on her most private part caused her to jolt, but she couldn't, wouldn't ask him to stop. Even if Mother Superior came by at that moment, she wouldn't stop. She was lost, and she knew it. But most of all, she enjoyed it!
She'd never known that men and women did these unspeakably delicious things to each other. She only knew that as a result of marriage, a woman would get pregnant and suffer a painful birth process. So she'd always been thankful for being a nun and not having to go through that kind of hell. But this? This was heaven! And no one ever told her about it.
She started to moan, and pushed herself up to his mouth, asking him to give her more. His lips clamped on her clit and stared to suck as his fingers stroked her slit.
Juices poured from inside her. I eagerly lapped them up with my tongue. I kissed, sucked, licked, tongued and slurped her sweet pussy driving her crazy. She bucked agianst me, moaning and gasping with pleasure. I sucked and nibbled her clit, flicking my tongue across the sensitive nub. Two fingers pushed into her hot chamber, twirling and digging around inside her. I started fucking them in and out of her while still sucking on her clit. She was lifting up off the bed and humping my face in a wild frenzy. Her gasps turned to moans, her moans to squeals. She was about to explode. I sucked hard on her clit and shoved my fingers deep inside her. Her whole body starting thrashing and flailing uncontrollably. Her fingers grabbed my hair. She threw her head back, gasping, moaning and squealing loudly. Juices splashed from her cunt onto my chin, and over her thighs and ass. I continued to lick and suck her until she finally started to relax. I crawled up on top of her and kissed her lips, shoving my tongue deep into her mouth. My cock had grown back to full length.
She couldn't think, she wouldn't think, she just wanted to feel and live for the moment. She knew that he'd put his fingers inside her maidenly passage, the first time she'd ever been invaded. And although his fingers had brought her to a shattering orgasm, her vagina now felt empty since he'd taken his fingers away.
Now he was kissing her with a fiery passion, his tongue invading her mouth. Anna reflexively sucked on his tongue, and soon they were duelling in her mouth. "Anna," he groaned, "I have to have you, let me fuck you, my sweet."
She was aware of his growing erection, still sticky with his cum, on her thigh. Her hand reached out to caress him, the way he'd shown her. Now he shifted his body, nudging her legs apart, while his hand came down to cup her mons.
She was on fire, no longer thinking about what was and wasn't forbidden. She only knew that a burning deep in her loins demanded to be quenched, an emptiness filled and that somehow I was a necessary part of it all. She was so wet and ready for me. My manhood had fully recovered from its earlier draining. It throbbed with need, so long since it was last enveloped by the warmth of a woman. My swollen crown found the moist flesh of her entrance. I rubbed against it until she opened, then pushed. The swollen lips of her mons parted as I slid inside. She was tight. The slick fluids pouring from inside lubricated her passage as it stretched to accomodate my girth. I pushed up against her maidenhead. Of course she was a virgin. A brief pang of guilt flashed through me when I realized the sin I was about to commit. My lust quickly repossesed my brain. I slowly moved in and out several times, pushing up against her cherry on each thrust. I looked down into her lust filled eyes. She was ready. I pulled out and pushed in hard driving my cock through her thin membrane. She flinched briefly, a quick look of panic in her eyes. I pushed deeper into her virgin chamber. She closed her eyes as the burning desire to be filled was slowly satisfied. The tight walls of her womanhood continued the stretch around my burrowing pole of flesh until I was finally deep inside her belly. I held myself there, slowly gyrating against her as my cock pressed against her tght walls. I pressed my lips back to hers in pushed my tongue into her mouth.
She didn't answer as he carefully prepared to penetrate her. Then his hot staff slowly entered her virginal passage, breaking the maidenhead that she'd preserved for so long. She didn't care, all she wanted now was him and the pleasure he brought her.
She closed her eyes as the burning desire to be filled was slowly satisfied. When he was completely ensheathed inside her, he stopped and lay still. Slowly she opened her eyes to look up in his. He bent down to kiss her again, as his hips started to gyrate slowly, causing a friction in her vaginal wall, making her shiver with delicious anticipation.
They kissed deeply, and as if by reflex, her legs came up to encircle his waist, her clothes crumpled up around her middle, while her upper body was still fully clothed. Slowly he started to pump her, a few inches at a time. A moan escaped her lips ad his cockhead stroked her G-spot, and she threw her head back. His eyes bored into hers, watching for her reactions.
Now his strokes became longer, deeper, his hand came down to seek her pearl of pleasure, and gently caressed it. She shuddered with desire, and slowly the fire inside her built up to a shattering climax.
Her release was powerful, her pent up passion trying to break out of its shell. I continued to pound my cock into her. She squirmed and shuddered below me, her fingers clawing at my back. Juices pouring from inside her lubricated her tight passage making my movement inside her more fluid. I rolled over on the bed, pulling her on top of me. As her orgasm subsided, I slowly began moving my cock inside her. She began to move back against me, then more agressively as she realized her new freedom from this position.
Slowly she came back to earth as he second orgasm subsided. But before she could start to think about anything, she felt him move against her and realized that his cock was still deep inside her. Only she was now on top. Carefully she started to move, only to find out that her movement could drive him in deeper, or drive him out of her. She started to move herself, trying to find a good rhythm. Everytime she drove him in and out of her, she could feel the base of her clit in friction with his dick. It felt so good.
Now she started to move faster, driving him ever deeper inside her. Her chest heaved with the exertion, and her small breasts jiggled deliciously. His hands came up to cup them and play with her nipples. She started to moan as she felt another wave of pleasure begin deep in her belly. This time she came not as hard as before, but while her vagina clenched around his monstrous cock, the only thing she could think of was: "I must stay with him, I cannot let him leave me. And if he won't take me with him, I must still leave the convent. I will die if I have to live the life I was used to, and never feel like this again. "
She was so tight as she squirmed against my cock. She lifted up, plunged down, rotated her pussy against me while rubbing her clit against the base of my cock. I had unlocked a pssion hidden inside her, and now that it was released she was like a woman possessed. The black material of her smock had bunched around her waist. I grabbed it and pulled it over her head, then quicky shed her bra until she was naked above me. My hands found the small swells of her breasts, tweaked her sensitive nipples. She leaned back, rubbing herself back and forth on my shaft. She looked down between her legs and could see my cock inside her pussy moving in and out of her juicy hole. I moved my thumb down and rubbed it across her sensitive clit. She bit her lip. Her body jerked with yet another orgasm. She collapsed forward on to of me. I continued to hammer my cock into her twitching pussy. I was close. Her tight cunt grabbed me. I drove deep into her, then again and again... "Oh yeah, baby... I'm gonna cum... your tight pussy... so good... oh... oh... AAAARRRGGGHHH..."... Hot jets of milky liquid blasted into her cunt for the first time in her life. I slammed into her again and again, each time filling her with more and more cum. I could feel it drooling from her and back down my cock and balls. Drained at last, I lay there with her on top of me breathing hard. I was still inside her and could feel her twitch against me as I slowly deflated.
She lay on top of him, her vagina still clenching and unclenching on his deflating member, both their breath coming in gasps. She was exhausted to the point of collapse, and all she wanted to do was sleep in his arms. But now all kinds of thoughts crowded into her brain.
Sin.... deflowered..... no more a pure bride..... the convent.... mother superior..... mortal sin..... Joe..... why had she let him.... but then memories of the wonderfully delicious ecstacy that she'd experienced warmed her heart, and she turned her face towards him, their lips met and they kissed.
No, she had to leave the convent. A celibate life was not for her anymore. She'd tasted forbidden fruit, and she knew that she'd wanted it again and again.
I was about to answer when we heard voices and footsteps approaching. With lightening speed I helped her get her smock on, but her underwear was still on the floor. I picked it up and put it under the blanket I pulled over my naked body just as Mother Superior appeared in the doorway... “Thank you Sister Anna. You are so kind to have treated my wounds. I need sleep now. Please come check on me later.”... Her face was flush. She stood there looking frightened as the Mother Superior eyed her sternly.
She quaked under Mere Josephin's eyes, her usually kind eyes boring into hers, taking in her crumpled clothes and disarrayed hair. She seemed able to read into the situation and dismissed Sr. Anna by saying: "You can go now Sr. Anna, and I will ask Sr. Marguerite to continue to minister to our guest." Sr. Anna fled. Then she looked at Joe and said: "As for you, young man, I don't appreciate it if you abuse our hospitality. As soon as you're well, I will find transportation for you to leave this place. You are never to speak to Sr. Anna again." And before she left, she added, not with a little malice: "Sr. Marguerite is 72 years old, deaf and toothless. But she has a kind heart, don't you dare make her miserable!"
I rested for two days until I had my strength. I was to leave at midnight. I couldn't get Anna out of my mind… her smell, her passion, the feel of her skin against mine, moving together, her warmth enveloping me, the tightness, sliding into her, thrusting, releasing... I just had to see her again but they kept a close eye on me and were keeping her in confinement until I was gone. That afternoon I managed to slip away. I kept myself hidden looking into windows of different buildings. I managed to slip into one of the small chapels unnoticed when I saw the Mother Josephine approaching. There in front of the altar was Sister Anna praying all by herself. I came up behind her and put my hand on her shoulder… “Anna, it’s me. I’ve been looking all over for you.”… She turned and looked, startled to see me. Just then we heard the chapel door begin to open. I grabbed her hand and pulled her into a small alcove next to the altar. The 3 foot wide inset wall next to the entrance of the alcove was only place where we couldn’t be seen. I pushed her back to the wall and pressed up tightly against her. Two sisters entered and began praying. We were trapped until they left. I looked down into her soft eyes. The feeling of her warm body pressing into me caused a stirring in my loins. This might be the last time I will see her, I thought. I grabbed her shoulders and pressed her lips to mine.
Her punishment had been harsh. She had to spend a week on her knees in the chapel, praying and contemplating her sins. She'd cried her eyes out from regret and grief. She regretted being a nun, regretted not knowing what life outside the convent held and regretted having sinned. She grieved for never knowing how beautiful physical love could be, and she grieved for having tasted that forbidden fruit. But all through the couple of days that she spent praying and crying on her knees in the chapel, she could never erase Joe's face from her mind's eye.
And now he was here! Before she knew it, he had her pushed up into a corner, his lips on hers. His hands were frantically caressing her body, his hardened manhood pressing against her tummy. For a second she struggled, then gave herself up to his delicious kiss, stiffling her moans.
I was so hot for this woman I couldn't control myself. My hands squeezed her sensitive tits as I ground my cock between her legs. She responded to my kisses and touch. My hands traveled down to her ass kneading her rounded cheeks with my fingers. I couldn't believe I was doing this right here with two sisters not more than 30 feet away, but my brain and cock were lust starved. We were consumed with carnal desire, a need that had to be met immediately. I turned her to the wall and lifted her black robe above her ass. I quickly pushed down my trousers releasing my throbbing manhood. Pulling her underwear to the side, I placed the head of my cock against her swollen pussy. She was already dripping with juices of passion. I slid inside, then slowly sunk my shaft deep into her belly. I started to fuck her, holding her tight against the wall.
It was happening again. For the last few days, in between prayers, she'd been dreaming of this moment, when once again she would feel his pole of flesh invade her body, their lust a song of ecstacy.
And now she was transported into heaven, a heaven made by pleasures of the flesh, a heaven for the two of them. She didn't care and she didn't want to think of the consequences. She would be excommunicated, banned from the Order forever. All she cared about was his thick pole of rampant manhood charging in and out of her hot canal, bringing her ever so closer to sweet release....
So tight, so sweet, so wet... my cock moved in and out of her hot pussy. I thrust and bucked against her over and over jerking her body up the side of the wall. I reached under and rubbed her clit, feeling my slimy cock sliding in and out against my fingers. I fucked her faster, harder, driving deep inside her cunt. Her juices flowed over me and down my balls as her own excitement rose to new heights. I knew I was close. I pounded into her with a powerful urging, a sense of desperation. My cock swelled, my head started spinning... "Oh yeah... I'm gonna cum... oooohhhh..." Blinding flashed washed through my head as I felt my essence explode from my body into her belly. I kep slamming into her, filling her. I felt her body stiffen in front of me, then shake and shudder as her pussy clenched my cock milking the remaing cum into ner hot chamber.
A shattering climax shook her body, answered by just an equally powerful one for him. They stood in their dark corner, as their breath slowly returned to normal.
The two nuns, Sr. Marguerite and Sr. Maria finished their prayers and left. Their robes swishing quietly with their steps.
An then the chapel was empty again, as anna came back to her senses, pushed Joe away and straightened her clothes. And then she spoke: "I understand that you won't be able to take me with you, so I will stay here and atone for my sins. I will never forget you, and if ever you come to this part of the world...." she couldn't go on as she choked on her tears. She'd tried so hard to be brave, not wanting to involve him in her misery. He was a soldier, she was just a girl, she would only be a burden for him, and she didn't even know whether he loved her. In fact, she didn't even know whether she loved him. What they'd done, both times, was driven by pure lust.
"Please leave, don't let Mother Josephine find you here. She may decide to report you to the authorities." With those words, she turned away and started to walk to the door.
Monique made her way through the forest quickly, fear and anxiety written all over her beautiful face. When she got within sight of the command post, she stopped, knowing the dangers if she were seen by the soldiers.
With a start, she realized she was there not only to aid Tessa but because she wanted to see Colonel Thor again. Her heart ached at the thought. Sleeping with the enemy would be considered treason but her body yearned to be with him again. His tender touch. His burning lips. His manhood filling her completely. Her loins ached for him as nothing had in her life.
She heard the door to the command vehicle fly open and she crouched low, fearful but excited.
......a strange restlessness swept over me. I could not concentrate on the paperwork in front of me. I decided to walk through the woods and to see if my troops were alert. Although we were in a reserve area, the damned Amerikaner planes seemed to be everywhere. The camoflague had to be perfect. I picked up my hat, buttoned my tunic, and opened the door to my command vehicle.
"Feldwebel Kraus, wo steht sie?" As I waited for the answer, I loosened my Luger in its holster. One could not be too careful......