SEDUCTION OF SISTER MONICA..... 2️⃣

He kissed her bottom lip, then gently licked it with the tip of his tongue. She tasted so good. He kissed her again, slowly, softly, waiting, waiting . . . and then, finally, her lips parted, just barely, but they parted. A soft moan escaped her... Ooohhh...

"Please," she said. "Please, Josh."

He continued with his silken onslaught, kissing softly, tantalizing her with his gentleness. Her mouth opened wider, and she began to kiss him back... He stroked her hair, trying to find the pins that trapped it...

He loosened one, unfastened it, and then unfastened the other one. Lustrous shiny black hair fell away, halfway down her back. He stepped away for a moment. Damn he didn't know black women could have such beautiful healthy long hair..!!

Without a question, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He told her that. She literally blushed again...

And before she could say a word, he was kissing her again, making love to her mouth. She still showed a hint of resistance, but it was melting away like spring snow. He stuck his tongue out, tickling the tip of hers....

Then he thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth, gently swirling it about, exploring the cavities and hidden recesses, as if searching for jewels. Suddenly she pulled away and pushed him....

. "That's enough," she said. She looked dishevelled, her black hair all a mess. She was a goddess. "I can't. . .

We can't go any further, Josh. You know that."

"No I don't," he said. "We both want it, Sister Monica. I damn well want you, I can tell you that. And I know you want me."

She shook her head. "No. I can't. I don't. I won't! Don't you understand?"

"No. If it's the fact that you're my teacher, who cares…? Teachers mess around with their students all the time." He snickered. "And a teacher who looks like you . . . and if it's the fact that you're a nun . . . well, I think even the Heavens understands, Sister Monica. I mean, you're still young. What are you, thirty, maybe?"

"Thirty-seven."

Thirty-seven, wow. She looked great for thirty-seven. Then again, she looked great, period. She put twenty-seven-year-olds to shame. "Well, see? You're thirty-seven, not seventy-seven. You're not some dried-up old prune. You're a gorgeous, sexy lady. The heavens would understand. Besides, don't you think the gods know how sexy you are…? Why would they waste all that beauty on you just so you can hide it and keep your true self under lock and key?"

She again scowled at him. "My true self…? My true self is not some slutty whore who accepts the advances of her student!"

"Sssh." He went to her again. "It's okay. We can keep this a secret. Just between you and me." He kissed her. Immediately she kissed him back. There was such fire in her, such untapped lust....

"No." She pulled away again. "This isn't right."

"Why won't you just listen to what your body wants?" he said, and, in one fluid motion, removed his shirt....

He was in good shape, and knew it. Sister Monica's breath quickened at the sight of his bare torso.

"You're just a boy," she said. "It's wrong.'

"Just a boy? I'm twenty years old. Besides, you know I'm not a boy, don't you, Sister Monica? You know I'm strong and have stamina, and you know . . . I'm not a boy where it counts." He brushed his hand against the tent forming in the crotch of his jeans....

"Oh, Josh. Please go." She almost seemed ready to cry. Behind her, through the open window, a bald man in a black winter coat opened his car door and got in. Before he closed the door, Josh saw him blowing on his hands...

Sister Monica followed his eyes, looked out the window herself. This stirred her to action. She reached for the blinds, but before she could shut them, Josh was on her, holding her hand in place.

"No, don't," he said. "It's more exciting keeping them open. Besides, no one will see us. It's getting dark, and we'll keep the lights off. And isn't it romantic, anyway…? You... me... in here. The cold and the dusk outside. It just seems right, doesn't it?"

"Put your shirt back on."

He pulled her to him, kissed her. Her lips parted and he thrust his tongue in her mouth. This time she reciprocated. He could tell she was new at this, her tongue was clumsy, overly aggressive. He slowed his movements, made them gentle, and showed her how it's done. She was a fast learner. Within seconds their tongues were slowly making love to each other, the contact soft, like velvet....

"Mmm," she said, as they continued to kiss. She put her arms around his neck. He stroked her hair, and then felt her hands caressing his bare back. She pulled him into her, closer, until the bulge in his jeans was firmly pressing against her. "Ohh," she whimpered...

He broke the kiss. "See? Isn't that nice?" He didn't wait for a response. Instead he leaned in and kissed her neck, her ears, and her hair. He loved her hair. Charcoal burned in its luxurious length. "Take off your blouse," he whispered in her ear.

She looked down. She had been lost in the moment, lost in the passion. But now her conscience seemed to be making a last stand...

"Josh. Josh, I think we've gone far enough. I want you to put your shirt back on and then leave, is that understood?"

Her eyes betrayed her... There was a hunger in them, a lifetime of repression aching to be released!!! He took a step back, then, with the speed of a panther, took two steps forward. Their faces were inches apart. He grabbed her arms, raised them above her head. She tried to free herself, but he wouldn't let her go. He kissed her. This time she resisted, but only for a moment. When he probed her mouth with his tongue, she was ready, eager....

With tongues enjoined, he quickly dropped his hands to the bottom of her blouse and yanked it up. She hadn't lowered her arms, and it was easy for him to lift the shirt up and off of her. He threw it aside, landing on the desk, on top of his essay.

He got a good look at her. She was even more beautiful than he imagined. Her breasts, chocolaty brown, generously stretched the simple cotton bra. She was embarrassed, and she covered her chest with her arms...

"Don't do that, sexy Monica," he said, and gently pulled her arms down to her sides. "You're the most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on. Don't hide."

She swallowed, nervously. He reached up and touched her heart. It was beating wildly. With anticipation... fear... shame... lust? Maybe all of those. Maybe more...

He leaned in, kissed her left breast, licking the fabric of her bra. He sucked on her hardened nipple.

"Oh yes," she said, and threw her head back.

He couldn't take it. Those perfect round breasts needed to be freed. He reached behind her, unfastened her bra, and it fell away, sliding off of her. Now he really went to work. He massaged her breasts with his hands, kissed them over and over, teased the nipples with the tip of his tongue, and sucked them with his teeth, gently.

"Oh, dear Lord," she said. "I can't believe how good it feels."

He kissed her then, and she kissed him back hungrily.

"You see?" he said a moment later. "Why fight it? And if you think this feels good . . . well, just wait."

He kissed her again, then stepped back. He unzipped his jeans, kicked them off. He didn't hesitate with his underwear. He slid them down his legs, then handed them to Sister Monica...

"For you," he said. "You can keep them."

"But . . ."

"Ssh. Sniff them, Sister Monica. Sexy Monica. You know you want to." And she did. She put the briefs to her nose, inhaled. Then she smiled and threw them aside. They landed on top of her blouse, on the desk.

"Good shot," he said.

She looked at his manhood. It was fully erect. She had him so aroused he worried he might cum too quickly once they started. He was hung, and he knew it-a solid nine inches, and thick. He was going to be quite an initiation for her.

"Josh . . ."

He knew what she was thinking. "It's okay. I'll be gentle. I promise. I want this to be good for you, too."

"But . . . I don't . . . I don't think I can do this. Kissing was bad enough, and . . ." She suddenly seemed to realize that she was topless. She covered her breasts again....

"Come on, sexy Monica. I've already seen them. And touched them. Kissed them. Hell, even nibbled on them. And l sucked on your aroused, hard nipples. So don't cover up now. It's a little too late for that, don't you think?"

She shook her head. "I don't know what I was thinking. Please put your pants back on. This can't happen."

He took one giant step and was upon her. He pulled her into him, and kissed her. She didn't resist. He knew she wouldn't...

"Sexy Monica," he said, "it has already happened... Don't you know that?" And he bent down to his knees, unfastened her slacks, and slid them down her legs. Her legs were perfect, just like the rest of her. Again he felt a flash of anger. What kind of God would ask such an exquisite example of creation to keep herself hidden...?

When her slacks fell to her ankles, Sister Monica did not hesitate. She raised her left foot, then her right, making it easier for him to remove her pants. He didn't hesitate either. He reached up, pulled down her panties, and she allowed him to throw those aside too....

He stood up. They faced each other, completely naked. She wasn't trying to hide from him behind her arms anymore. They were hanging at her sides. But she looked nervous, ashamed. She met his eyes, then looked away.

"You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, sexy Monica," he said. "You should be proud of your body....

You must do a lot to keep in such great shape."

She gulped, swallowed, and shook her head. "Not really. I watch what I eat. I like to walk a lot. But that's it."

"Well, I guess God decided to bless you naturally," he said. "It's a gift, Sister Monica. Most women would kill for a body like yours. It's a damn shame to keep it covered up the way you do."

"Josh ...”

"No, don't say anything. I know you must be asking yourself if this is right or wrong. I know there must be a small part of you that's still telling you this is impossible. But it's not impossible, sexy Monica. It's right here, staring you in the face. And it's not wrong, either. You want me. You want to be made love to, you want to know what it feels like to have a man inside of you. You can't tell me you don't."

She said nothing, she just looked at him. Her eyes were submissive, starving, and voracious. He wondered if she'd burst, literally. Her need was palpable....

He hugged her, kissed her, made love to her mouth again. "Mmm," she said. And when they broke the kiss,

"Make love to me, Josh. Please. I do want you. I . . . I can't pretend I don't."

He kissed her again, softly, softly. Then he lied down on the carpeted floor. The last hint of dusk light filtered in through the open window. Standing in the faint glow, Sister Monica's midnight black hair seemed to ignite-it was almost as if he could feel the heat.

He motioned for her to lie down beside him, and she did. He climbed on top of her, kissed her. He kissed her eyelids, her mouth, her neck, her breasts...

"I will make this good for you, Sister Monica," he said. "Trust me. I'll be as gentle as you need me to be."

She nodded, and a feeling of warmth descended over him. This beautiful lady, this holy lady, was putting all of her trust in him.....

He crawled down her body, and kissed her clitoris. It throbbed and pulsated against his lips. He licked the lips of her vagina. She was soaking wet. Her mound was thick with black hair she clearly had never shaved or even trimmed in her life. But that was okay. It aroused him. Somehow it further spoke of her innocence, of her sexual purity and naiveté....

He kissed and licked her clitoris for minutes, until she was thrashing and squirming and moaning. Then he mounted her....

"Are you ready, sexy Monica?"

She nodded, and kissed him. He entered her, slowly, and she bucked and moaned. "Maigoti,” she said...

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Yes, but not bad."

He nodded. "It'll hurt worse in a second, but it will pass, Sister Monica. Trust me."

He pushed in farther, then felt the barrier he knew he'd encounter. "Are you ready?"

She knew what was about to happen. It had been there, for thirty-seven years. Her symbol of sexual purity.

But if she was having any last-minute second thoughts, she didn't let them show.

"Yes, Josh," she said.

He pushed forward, and broke through. She grunted, but that was all. "Are you okay?" he wanted to know.

"Mm-hmm." She was gritting her teeth. It must have hurt. But she was obviously fighting not to show how much. He smiled. She was magnificent...

He inserted his penis further, further, going slowly. Finally, he was all the way in. It had taken several minutes-she was remarkably tight-but he had done it. He pulled out of her, slowly, then thrust forward again, trying to get her acclimated to his girth. He repeated it-out, in. Out, in. Out, in. Slow, soft. And as he persisted, he noticed a change come over her. She was no longer gritting her teeth. Her mouth had fallen open, her grunts had turned into moans...

"Oh my Goodness," she said as he pressed forward again. "That feels so wonderful, Josh."

That was all he needed to hear. He slid out, then in again, only a little faster this time. The restraints were starting to come off. She began to pant and buck at the hips. Each time he pushed forward, she would push her hips up to meet his thrust. He leaned in close and kissed her. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, moaning. "Oh god, oh god," she said, freeing her mouth from his. He felt her vaginal walls tighten...

She was about to cum. "Maigoti!" Her body jerked wildly, actually leaving the ground, and then she went limp.

"Oh. That was . . . unbelievable. I never imagined anything could feel so good."

He smiled down at her, and kept up his thrusting, in and out, in and out. He was only twenty, but he knew what he was doing. Each time he pushed all the way forward, he would rub his pelvis against her clitoris, grinding it for a moment, before lifting up again. "Josh, I'm not sure if I can take any more," she said...

"Oh, you can, sexy Monica," he said, smiling. He backed off, got up, and sat in her desk chair...

"What are you doing?" She half-sat up, leaning on her elbows for support. He loved how un-self-conscious she was acting, completely comfortable in her nakedness now. He motioned for her to come to him. "What . . .?"

"Sit on my lap."

She did, and she didn't need to be told how. His penis was rock hard, and she slid herself onto it...

"Oh dear me, that is so good," she said...

"Not half as good as it can be, sexy Monica. Press your feet firmly on the ground, and make love to me now."

She looked confused for a moment . . . but only for a moment. She raised herself up several inches, then sat back down again with a sigh. Up . . . and he loved the sensation of his penis sliding up the wet walls of her vagina . . . and then down. Up . . . down. Up, down. Her breathing grew more rapid, and he reached for her breasts, massaging them, mauling them, kissing and sucking them as she made love to him. She threw her head back and orgasmed. "Oh," she said.

He felt his own orgasm coming, and warned her. She got off of him...

"Kneel down," he instructed. "Take me in your mouth."

"But I don't . . ."

"It's easy, sexy Monica. Just make love to my dick with your lips. I'll cum in your mouth. But hurry. I need to!"

She knelt down, tentatively took hold of his penis, stroked it, and then wrapped her lips around it. He told her to kiss the head, suck it, pretend it was an ice cream cone, and then slide her mouth up and down the shaft.

She got the hang of it quickly, and once she did, he knew he wouldn't last. He squirted his load deep into her throat, and he laughed when her eyes bulged out. But she took every drop, and swallowed. She even liked the tip of his penis when a few extra drops leaked out after he'd come. "Kiss me," he said. And she did....

They again made love to each other's mouths with their tongues, tasting each other, sharing with each other.

"Thank you," she said, minutes later. "Thank you, Josh. That was, I can't believe I'm saying this, but that was probably the most spiritual experience I've ever had."

He had put his pants and shirt back on, and so had she. They stood in the near-darkness, looking at each other. "Thank you, Sister Monica. You are incredible. You put the college girls to shame."

She smiled. "You keep saying such nice things to me. Did you really think I was . . .?"

He went up to her, hugged, and kissed her. "You were the best, Sister Monica. You're the best I ever had, and you're hands down the sexiest creature I ever laid eyes on."

She shook her head, as if in disbelief.

He picked up his essay. He pointed to his underwear, on her desk. "Remember. Those are yours to keep. Don't throw them out."

"I wouldn't dream of doing that," she said....

"And you know," he said, as he walked toward the door, "I really think I need some private lessons with you... Sister Monica. You know, about Shakespeare? I can't seem to get into his plays enough. You said yourself I can do better, and I want to. I want to get a Distinction on my next paper. But I think I need some tutoring. Do you think you can fit me in?" He winked...

"Hmm. How about tomorrow afternoon?" she said, and winked back... #theend