Your Graceful Grace Ch. 05

Literotic asexstories – Your Graceful Grace Ch. 05 by Lechedeamor1312,Lechedeamor1312 John knew he was breathing rare air. The feeling immediately sank in that a new threshold had passed, and he could never return. He didn’t want to.

He had already changed since that night of the attack. The quiet, meek young man had bravely ventured and charged the attackers, so his mind and self-esteem grew. Now, with the love and care of Mother Sharon, he became more confident and more at ease with himself. He had started training physically to make up for his inadequacies the day of the attack. He took up sword practice even without a real teacher and pushed himself to become stronger. Many noticed, none more so than his dear friend Viola.

Although there was no immediate major shift, when John would reflect later, he would realize there were many hints. While everyone had started treating John with more respect and considering him a proper young man, Viola loved to continue teasing him as her little brother. She would tease him about other women, especially Sharon. Although too subtle for John’s perception, she constantly flirted with him.

However, John did notice that Viola was in Mother Superior’s office occasionally. Or he would spot her walking with the Superior’s assistant, Circe. John couldn’t be bothered by this too much. His focus was singular, his passion growing and growing.

In the following days, John felt as if he was floating through the air. Although Mother Sharon no longer needed to change bandages, she still tried to visit him each night before bed. He became more confident approaching her during the day, and although cautious, they would sneak away and find a quiet, secluded spot for their pleasure. The forbidden aspect drove him insane. His loads remained prominent, but Sharon seemed to love it when he came a lot in her mouth. She would make a point to slurp up every drop, even from her heaving tits. At times, when she was straddling his leg, she would leave a wet spot on him. John noted her mature, sweet, and sour smell, and it would fill the room and haunt his dreams.

Each time, John initiated, but after a few weeks of heaven-on-earth-head, he was pleasantly surprised when Sharon signaled discreetly to him during the morning service one day. As he left the small congregation, his head was pounding with blood. He pretended to go to the washroom but quickly detoured into Sharon’s office. She was already waiting for him.

She was kneeling before her big chair, taking off her clothes. As he moved slowly, she got up. Her breasts were gleaming with swollen heaviness, and her black hair cascaded around her pale breasts. John stalled to enjoy the sight, but she moved him forcefully into the chair. With no words, she immediately began to suck his dick with a hungry desire. After a few seconds, she worked him into her throat, and he almost busted immediately.

John shuddered with the realization that Sharon was enjoying herself. Her slurps, her spitting profusely onto his cock. The way she used the tip of her tongue to thoroughly twirl around the head of his cock. The way her eyes would roll back each time she forced the cock down her throat. When she would gag at times, she would carefully suck his balls to catch her breath, looking up hungrily into his eyes.

Today, her face was exceptionally youthful. Her tongue seemed enormous and heavy, and her mouth salivated like crazy. John leaned forward and carefully grabbed both of her breasts. He had grown very fond of massaging and feeling her breasts while she worked her magic. Her nipples were very hard and pointy, and he began to pinch and twist them slightly. This made her moan and return to a steady rhythm of taking this cock deep into her throat.

He tried to pull back and delay as much as possible, but her mouth had a devious suction today that could not be resisted. Even though they tried to be as quiet as possible, moans escaped John. Sharon also moaned, and her otherworldly suction filled the room with slurping. He couldn’t last. He came hard. Sharon swallowed furiously but also allowed the last few squirts to glisten on her face and tits.

John beamed. But Sharon wasn’t done.

She kept licking gently, starting with the tip and working her way down until licking and sucking on his balls. They locked eyes. She looked down to see that cum had spilled into her chest; she grabbed her tits and pushed them up, sucking all the cum off of it. When she got to her nipple, she sucked hard. John had never seen a more beautiful sight. “I love you,” he whispered.

Her eyes widened, and a smile flushed her face bright pink. She turned to his balls and gradually picked up suction and intensity. She rolled them with her tongue and slobbered, taking enjoyment in his moans. His semi-hard cock pulsing back to life. She licked slowly from the base all the way back up. When she reached the top, she sucked the tip hard and began to jerk him off, finding a rhythm working her hands and mouth in unison. After a few moments, she started to deep throat again, and her body shivered. Her pussy became soaked again.

They heard a light tap on the door as time stood still for both. And then soft shuffling footsteps. Frozen with fear, they waited in an uncomfortable silence. Although Sharon was still, she did not let up on her suction. She was halfway down his cock, frozen in place. After hearing nothing, she continued to drool and softly resume her duty.

John, still frightened, stiffly tried to stop her. He had never dared touch hair or head while she serviced him. The only thing he had dared touch was the soft rubbing of her tits and pinching of her hard nipples. In his fear, he grabbed a handful of her hair near her scalp and tugged her head to stop her suction. This sent a jolt of pleasure down her scalp, extending into her body. When he realized he was pulling on her hair, he tried to stop, but she grabbed his hand and guided him to hold on to her hair. Getting the hint, he softly caressed her head, burying his hands deep into her long, lush hair. He grabbed gently and tightly. He tugged on her to take his cock deeper. Slowly, he built confidence in his movements, and his big, strong hands encouraged her to satiate a deep longing in her throat.

Her moans resumed, barely audible, but the apparent arousal in her voice pushed him once more over the precipice. As he pumped into her mouth once more, Sharon’s soft body trembled on his. She held him tightly as the pleasure passed through her in waves. John massaged her head gently as she held his soft cock in her mouth. The smell of sex intoxicated them, and they got up quietly to get dressed.

They did not exchange another word, but John hugged her as they were to depart. He meant to go for a kiss on the cheek, but she intercepted his mouth with her lips and tongue. Her mouth was bitter with the taste of cum, but John could care less. He leaned into the kiss and her soft body. Her tongue danced in his mouth.

Although they had grown in passion, this kiss seemed much more intimate and forbidden. Sharon’s lips, full and soft, felt amazing. She patiently guided his tongue into her mouth and sucked on it hungrily. As she kissed his ear, she said it: I love you.

The door was securely locked; if anyone was nearby earlier, they might have heard something, but Mother Sharon said there was no need to worry until someone came forth. They carefully tiptoed the next few days around the convent, and there was no sign of who could have been at her door. Although no one came forward, they decided it would be best to stop seeing each other privately for the time being.

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John had been so used to the sweet relief from Sharon that jerking off didn’t have the same effect. Although it was only a week since his last epic release, he felt frustrated and backed up. One day, Viola pulled John away at a church outing to the nearby stream and led him upstream. She claimed she wanted to swim in a more private place.

When they reached her planned secluded pool in the stream, John felt embarrassed as he pulled off his shirt.

“Why are you blushing? I’ve already seen everything you’ve got,” she said teasingly.

“Well, we’re not even because I’ve never even seen your hair,” John replied.

“Fair,” she said. She removed her cap and loosened her hair. A crimson flash. Her glorious red hair unfurled. She smiled as she saw his jaw drop.

“We’re still not even though.” She took off her habit with a quick look around, revealing nothing underneath. She was not as thick as Sharon, but she was still incredibly sexy. Her skin was a milky white where her habit tan couldn’t reach. Peppering areas around her milky body, faint freckles adorned her. Her breasts were smaller than Sharon’s but still significant, more round, and perkier. They had a lovely shape. John immediately could not stop staring. Her nipples, dark red, were small and very erect. Her glorious hair shimmered in the sunlight. His eyes drank in the rest of her body; her heavenly thighs and the same red hue from her head now in a small knot between her legs looked so forbidden. This must be what the apple of Eden looked like, he thought to himself, knowing he would pay any price for this sin.

“You’re such a dog,” she squealed, dashed, and dove into the stream. John still stood there gaping. He watched as her glorious round ass jiggled as it disappeared into the cool water. Although the middle of summer was scorching, the stream was freezing as it descended from distant mountains. He inched hesitantly into the water.

“Now we’re not even,” she said, gasping as she tried to adjust to the cold. John only hesitated a moment. He burned red as he dropped his pants. His member, now fully engorged, pointed at Viola. Her mouth watered. As soon as they were chest-deep, Viola came close to John and said, “It’s too cold. Hold me.”

“This was your idea,” he teased. He wrapped his arms around her, and his solid member jammed into her stomach. Her eyes widened, and she smiled with pleasure as she swayed, letting his thick manhood poke and rub over her stomach. “John, brother, please don’t forget me when you leave.”

“Sister, what?! Are you… I won’t.” He pulled her close, their faces inches apart. She opened her mouth. Her stare was intense and full of envy. He asked, “Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

Their tongues twitched, nervous and shy at first, but as his cock rubbed her harder, she began to try to suck his tongue out of his face. Although passionate, the kiss differed from the one he had not long ago with Sharon. They both nervously fumbled clumsily, but their passion roiled. She began to pant heavily. “Hold me,” she requested. She did not know much about sex, as the church was strict and nuns swore off it, but her animal instincts told her their centers needed to meet.

She held him forcefully and pushed her way up. Instinctively, John bent at the knees, allowing her legs to wrap around him in the water. He moved to a more shallow part to give him more leverage. She felt his vital organ brushing up against her thighs and pussy. Her body quivered with the inescapable gravity that overtook her. “I want to give you something to remember me by. I know I’m like your sister, but I’ve wanted this badly.”

His eyes, face, and body all seemed to concur with her.

Viola moaned as she began to grind on his hard cock. After a bit, she grabbed it impatiently. Almost as in a trance, she guided it in, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. John had to grasp her harder so she wouldn’t float away. He was only a few inches in, but her anticipation had already swelled. Instinctively John carefully rocked her up and down on his cock. He was also nervous and unsure, but his instincts drove him to bury his cock in her deeper and deeper. Her pussy clenched tight and began to contract a powerful pressure pulsed on his cock.

He had felt nothing like this ever before. Even Sharon’s expert dick-sucking and deep-throating could not match the tightness and the immense pressure. Although awkwardly in the water, he kept his balance and continued his slow, steady thrust. With each thrust seeming to reach deeper, she began to moan and scream with pleasure.

“Oh fuck, that cock feels so good. Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, that’s so good, don’t stop. Does it feel good for you, John…”

“Yes, it feels amazing. It’s so tight.”

“Yes, I love the way your cock is filling me up… Ughhhh,” she yelled.

Then she held her breath, it seemed. Her pussy which was contracting while his cock buried deeper, now squeezed with a gripping intensity. She became weak and began panting loudly. “That felt so good.” She looked into his eyes. She felt that he was also close. His eyes seemed to ask for permission. She kissed him again and then said, “It’s okay please cum inside me. Give me your seed, John.”

He came as her orgasm finished. His pumps into her sent her over the edge once more. Her body went limp. John was frightened. She slumped onto him, and he carried her to shore. He laid her down, her eyes closed, her body immobile. He began to fear. With her eyes closed, he leaned close to her face to hear her breathing. She pulled him closer and whispered into his ear, “Again. I need more. Give it to me again.”