The Nun

I woke up sometime in the middle of the night to find my companion's head resting on my shoulder. The nun looked serene, even in sleep and I couldn't help feeling I would be committing some sacrilege if I woke her up.

Her head rolled off my shoulder and when I caught her with my left arm, I discovered she was well-endowed under the black habit.

She stirred as I set her aright, stifling a sultry yawn.

"Where are we?" she asked.

"About halfway into our journey," I said. "Did you get a good sleep, Sister?"

"Please call me Elektra," she said, straightening her gown.

"Sister... Elektra," I conceded.

"We're not that unfamiliar," she said slyly. "You've touched my breasts, haven't you?"

The way she said the words so contrasted with her pious demeanor that I was startled. For a long time, I've been attracted to innocent-looking ladies who act differently than they look. The difference in appearance and behavior is about the biggest turn-on I know.

"But..." I protested, gathering my wits.

"No buts," she placed a finger on my lips. It apparently served a second purpose, other than to shut me up, because she ran the tip over my lips suggestively. I opened my mouth and sucked her finger in.

It was as delicate as her features, cool, and slightly salty. She made a small movement, and before I knew it, was in my lap. We both knew where this was headed -- that is, unless one of us said 'No.' We stared at each other, daring the other with our eyes to make the first move.

Elektra was Greek, and I put her to be about thirty. She had high cheekbones with dimples on both cheeks, the combination of which managed to draw attention away from her full lips. Earlier, when her breasts were squashed against my arm, I had made them out to be pear shaped. If she had a bra on, she had to possess a very prominent set of nipples. The rest of her body was hidden under her gown, but I hoped it was better than I imagined it to be.

I pulled her down and kissed her. She responded so enthusiastically that I momentarily wondered if she was actually a nun. She leaned in to me so that I felt her breasts against my chest. Her tongue was wild and wet, the inside of her mouth warm and mysterious. I cupped her ass cheeks in both hands and squeezed them against each other.

My curiosity got the better of me, so I lifted her off onto the seat and got down on my knees in front of her. I had her lift the hem of her gown to her chest, exposing her white cotton panties.

The base of her panties was wet, clearly outlining the lips of her vulva. I put my mouth to her crotch and puffed air into her panties. She moaned pushing herself into my face.

When I peeled off her panties,I was greeted by the reddening mauve of her cunt. Her labia glistened with her juices. I spread them and found her swollen clit with my tongue. She locked my head with her thighs and I knew she wouldn't release me until she had cum. She finally did, flooding my face with her juices.

I got her to lift her legs above her head, exposing her most private part.

Her anus was considerably darker than the skin around it. The wrinkles were well defined and diverged quite some distance from where they originated. A single wrinkle was more prominent than the others and I found myself admiring it for a while.

Although her pussy was clean-shaven, there were a few blonde hairs growing around the rim of her asshole. I pulled gently on them and her rosebud winked appreciatively.

I wetted my finger in my mouth and rubbed it around her crack, just avoiding her pretty pucker. When I finally did get around to playing with it, she moaned, and I took some perverse pleasure in watching a nun's face in the throes of pleasure while I rubbed the most private part of her anatomy.

She must have been impatient with the amount of time I spent on proctological foreplay, because she brought her legs down and pushed me away.

We undressed rather quickly, and I entered her from behind. She was so tight, and it had been such a long time that I almost came the moment I entered her.

I had to restrain myself, moving slowly until I could bear it no more, then I was pounding her like a frenzied bull, hardly giving us time to take a breath. When I felt the familiar tingling and tightening of my cock in the moments before coming, I plunged a my forefinger all the way into her asshole, using the shock to trigger her climax.

I came long and hard, coming to rest with my chest on her back. We panted heavily, as our orgasms subsided.

"Elektra," I whispered.

"You finally called me by name, didn't you?" she whispered back, in between pants.

There was a knock on the compartment door.

"Tickets please!"

Clara

It wasn't that he had no idea where this was heading. He did have no idea how to handle things the way they were.

Clara was dressed a lot more provocatively than usual. From the outline of her nipples under her dress, it was easy to determine she had no bra on underneath. Her legs parted beyond the limits of modesty several times -- and every time he was treated to a vision of lacy white panties.

He was beginning to lose track of their conversation as he tried to will the devil in his pants into staying flaccid. Like most men's it had a mind of its own and John was beginning to lose the battle.

He pretended to look at his watch.

"Um... Clara," he cut in. "I have to get going."

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "I'm so sorry."

She spread her legs again, and against better judgment, his eyes traveled down. She snapped her legs quickly shut and grinned. It was now or never -- staying any longer would mean losing control.

He got to his feet and she rose from the sofa. At the door she clung to him, letting him know what he had missed by rubbing her breasts against his chest.

He had turned to leave when she asked quietly,"Is there something you hate about me?"

The question struck like an arrow shot into his back.

"Nn-nothing," he stammered.

"Liar," she said in the same quiet, accusing tone. She reached around him and found his crotch, massaging his penis through his shorts. It twitched slightly as it began to harden. "No matter what, this doesn't lie."

"Stop it," he said, without much conviction. HE felt her move up behind him, molding her body to his.

"You're a liar," she whispered huskily. "You lie to me and you're lying to yourself."

"I'm not lying," he said seriously. "I just didn't want to take advantage of the fact that I saved you back then."

She withdrew abruptly.

"Is that what you think about me?" her voice had gone cold. "Do you really think I'd throw myself at someone just because they saved me from being trussed up..."

"I'm sorry," he said sincerely, turning to her. She threw herself suddenly into his arms.

"Actually," she whispered in his ear. "I'm throwing myself at you because of that. What's wrong with that?"

Without giving him time to reply, she fastened her lips to his, prying his mouth open with her tongue. Weeks and weeks of holding back finally got to him. He found himself placing wrapping both hands around her waist and carrying her into the house. He lay on the sofa with Clara on top and pushed her skirt up.

He could not see her bottom from the position he was in but his hands did, and they liked what they felt. Smooth and round --- not too flat, but not huge. He broke the kiss and used his hands to push her up to get access to her breasts.

She had the longest nipples he had ever seen and it occurred to him that even without being aroused, they would be visible with a bra. Taking one in his mouth, he sucked on it. She moaned her appreciation as he ascertained she liked it best when he had all of a nipple in his mouth, his tongue flicking the center of the very tip.

He tugged her panties down and found her core. Like her nipples, her clit was prominent enough for him to find. He pulled gently on it before sticking his finger into her. From her eager squirming, he knew she would soon want something longer and thicker.

He finger-fucked her for a while, then tentatively transferred his juice-coated fingers to the cleft of her buttocks. When he touched her anus, he expected her to flinch, or give some sort of warning. She welcomed him instead -- as if she had been waiting for him to do that -- sticking her ass out to give him better access.

He stroked around the rim of the slightly open pucker gently.

"Yeah," she moaned. "Play with my asshole..."

Encouraged as she made more dirty talk into his ear, he plunged his finger suddenly in, enjoying the instinctive tightening around his finger from the sudden shock.

She slid down his body and put his cock inside her. Her anus had loosened from his fingering, so he added a second finger. Now he could feel his shaft through the partition.

She began to move, timing her movements with the rhythm at which he thrust his fingers into her ass.

It look less than a minute for her to climax and he guessed she must have been more aroused aroused than he had. He waited for her orgasm to subside before moving her into the sixty-nine position.

She held his cock tenderly, stroking the sensitive area at the back. When her lips finally enveloped him, he would have come if she hadn't pinched the base of his cock. She swallowed all 8 inches of him and began to fellate him.

From his position, he had vantage view of all her private parts -- especially the brownish, wrinkly rosebud that was the most private part of her being. She must have felt him staring because she winked it at him a few times. He spread her cheeks completely apart, the better to study her. He flicked his tongue against it a few times, and she tensed. Obviously, this was an entirely new experience for her.

His attention was drawn by the familiar tingling sensation that started from his cock and spread throughout his entire body. He went rigid, shooting spurt after spurt of come down her throat. The pulsing of his dick seemed to go on forever as energy drained from him -- then it was over, the only sounds in the room from their heavy breathing.

After a while she began to stroke him, using his semen as a lubricant. His member stirred to life.

It occurred to him for the first time that this woman could make him do whatever she wanted.