Sinéad’s reaction was instantaneous. She screamed as though she was being ripped apart. Sinéad humped my face several times so violently that her pubic bone nearly broke my nose, a gush of her juices hit my chin, and she went totally limp and silent. Her thighs released their grip on my head, and her hands fell off my head as she gasped for breath.
I moved down to lap up Sinéad’s juices, enjoying the creamy cum that she had produced in the throes of her orgasm. Once I had finished cleaning Sinéad up, I crawled up and lay beside her, pleased with what I had done. Finally, her breathing settled down, and she started to snore lightly. Hearing that, I drifted off, too …
… When I came to, I was wrapped in Sinéad’s arms. She repeatedly whispered, “Oh, mo mhuirnín, what have I done?” between sobs as she rocked me.
“What’s wrong, Sinéad,” I quietly asked as I pulled back. I was confused and started worrying that Sinéad was having second thoughts about what we had done.
“Oh, Anna, I shouldn’t have let you do that. I’m so sorry. I was weak and gave in to my base desire,” Sinéad quietly replied. She tried to pull away from me, but I wouldn’t let her, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her tight against me.
I asked, “What about my base desires, Sinéad? I wanted it just as much as you did. You didn’t force me to do anything. I came in here and crawled into your bed with you.” I finished with, “If anyone is to blame, it’s me.” I cupped her face and leaned in, searching for her lips in the dark. Just before our lips met, I said, “I want you, Sinéad.”
I felt Sinéad stiffen just as our lips met. I pressed into the kiss, not letting her say anything. I moaned, eliciting a moan from her in return, and our mouths opened as one. Sinéad relaxed and pressed back as our tongues made love. I lost myself in the kiss, never wanting it to end. I put everything into it to let Sinéad know that I meant what I had said and to show her that what we did wasn’t wrong, despite what society and the Church felt about it.
Finally, our kiss ended, and our lips slowly parted as we gasped for air. Sinéad gasped, “Oh, God, I want you, too, mo mhuirnín.”
When I heard that, my heart exploded, and I husked, “Then take me, Sinéad.”
Sinéad rolled over on top of me. Without any thought, I spread my legs to give her access to my pussy. Our lips found each other, and we kissed as Sinéad’s knees straddled my hips, and she ground her pussy into mine. I wrapped my legs around her hips and rolled my hips, grinding back against her pussy as our combined moans made a sound that reverberated through my body.
My hands flew to Sinéad’s breasts, and I kneaded them, pinching and pulling her hard nipples. Our kiss ended, and she began nuzzling my jaw and down over my neck, finding the spots that made me gasp and writhe as impulses zinged through my body. My pussy was burning and flowing as our combined grounding continued. I gasped, “Oh, God, Sinéad!” as her lips found my right nipple and wrapped around it, sucking it into her hot mouth.
I lost myself in the impulses shooting throughout my body as Sinéad took turns with my nipples, sucking, licking, and biting them as our grinding grew frenetic. My nipples ached and tightened as she ministered to them. I was repeatedly gasping, “Oh, God, Sinéad!” as I reveled in the feelings my body was experiencing. The harder Sinéad bit my nipples, the more I enjoyed it, and I urged her on, interspacing, “Harder!” with my gasped, “Oh, God!”
By now, I was close to the edge as the tsunami of my oncoming orgasm reared up to crash down on me. I hoped Sinéad was, too, because I didn’t know how much longer I could go without losing it. She must have felt I was on the edge of screaming myself into an orgasm, my fingers digging deep into her breasts as I clamped down hard on her nipples. In response, she bit down hard on my nipple, the pain/pleasure bringing my orgasm crashing down over me, sweeping me away.
I screamed and arched my body so violently that I ripped my nipple out of her clamped teeth and nearly threw her off me as the exquisite pain/pleasure of my abused nipple made me thrash and buck. I was dimly aware that Sinéad was screaming out her orgasm, too, her thrashing and writhing countering mine. It felt like I was floating away on a cloud as the world went away…
… I gradually became aware that weight was pressing down on my chest. Eventually, I realized Sinéad must have passed out like me. I still had impulses zinging through my body, making my muscles randomly twitch. I felt Sinéad’s body twitching too. As each twitch occurred, my sensitive clit pulsed, sending more impulses zinging through my body.
I eased myself out from under Sinéad, lying on my side with my arms wrapped around her to hold her close as she recovered from her orgasm. I whispered, “Mo mhuirnín!” in her ear as I petted her hair, trying to resist cupping my breast to ease the burning in my abused nipple. I was sure I’d have bruises in the morning, but I didn’t care. Sinéad had made me come harder than ever, and I wanted that as often as possible.
As I lay there, I thought about the implications of what we had done. No matter how much we loved each other, I couldn’t move in with Sinéad and have a permanent relationship with her. It was bad enough that I was having sex with another female, let alone committing incest with my aunt.
For a moment, I felt sad as I remembered how Alessia’s family had reacted to finding out their daughter was a lesbian. I would hope my parents would be more understanding, but I wouldn’t bank on it. Being a lesbian, and having an incestuous relationship with my aunt, would rip our family apart and ostracize us from society. I loved my family, and it would kill me to hurt them like that.
Whatever Sinéad and I had, it would have to be kept on the sly and only sporadically. I had to return to school, and I couldn’t give that up. I also realized that I would want to have a permanent relationship someday. I was sure it would be with another woman, and I’d like to live with them. I didn’t know if Sinéad wanted that for herself, but I hoped she did. In either event, it wouldn’t be with Sinéad. I vowed right then that when the week was up, I’d be brave, say goodbye to Sinéad, and leave with my head held high.
Just then, Sinéad stirred, interrupting my introspection. I stopped whispering as she tightened her arms around me and whispered, “Oh, mo mhuirnín!”
We lay there exchanging endearments for a while, just content to be in each other’s arms. Finally, I turned around and spooned up against Sinéad as she pulled the covers over us. I fell asleep right away, and for the first time in a long while, my dreams didn’t include Alessia.
***
When I woke, the sun was up, and I was alone in bed. It took me a moment to remember that I was in Sinéad’s bed. I climbed out of bed, wondering where she was. I headed out, looking for her. I heard a noise in the kitchen, so I headed there. I padded into the kitchen and found Sinéad at the stove fixing breakfast. She was naked except for wearing a bib apron, and for the first time, I got a good look at her taut ass, the sight making my heart flutter and my breath catch.
“Good Morning, Sinéad,” I said.
I saw Sinéad start, and then she turned to face me as she said, “Good morning, Anna.”
I could see that Sinéad looked like she had been crying. I rushed up to her, cupped her face, and moved in to kiss her. She tried to pull back, and tears started rolling down her face again. I locked eyes with her, using the pads of my thumbs to brush away her tears as I peered into her emerald wells. “What’s wrong, Sinéad,” I asked, my heart thumping hard from fear that she would say what we did was a mistake.
“What we’re doing … did… is wrong,” Sinéad said.
Pretending to misunderstand what she was trying to say, I forced a smile and said, “Well, Sinéad, I’m sure with practice, we’ll get it right.”
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