Sisters

Sisters (Vignette)

The two nubile young women were naked on the bed. Hope moaned, as Faith – the younger one, wormed a pair of skilled fingers into Hope’s sopping cunt. The fingers slipped in easily, into the brunette’s hot pussy. So easily, in fat, that Faith was able to add a third finger, and a fourth. She curled her thumb down into the palm of her hand. Faith pushed, against little resistance, so that her whole hand disappeared inside Hope’s cunt. Grinning with lust, Faith formed a fist, as Hope quivered, her body impaled by a woman’s hand. Faith pushed, the hand going down to her wrist. She could feel just how hot and wet Hope was. Faith bent down, and flicked the tip of Faith’s erect clit with her very skilled tongue.

And then Faith pushed, as Hope gasped. Each time Faith managed to open up the other a little bit more. Last time she had got down to halfway between wrist and elbow. But Faith was sure that Hope could take more than that. She intended to open up her lover until she could take up to the elbow. That was what she wanted to see, Hope taking an arm as far as the elbow, the arm fucking her as it plunged back and forth. Perhaps, one day, Faith would be able to open up the other’s cervix, and get her fist inside the womb.

Faith felt the knuckles of her fist contact the flesh of Hope’s cervix. Faith began fucking her arm back and forth, withdrawing her hand until the back of her hand was visible, the clenched fist stretching Hope’s labia, and then powering forwards, punching her hand deep into the other’s cunt, until the knuckles were stopped by the cervix. Hope almost curled up, and made mewling sounds, more like a baby than a young woman. She tossed her head from side to side, her long, brown hair flicking over her face. Meanwhile, without stopping or slowing down the almost brutal punch-fucking of Hope’s cunt, Faith was doing incredible thing’s to the older woman’s clit. She had the clit between her teeth, and had pushed down with the mouth, pushing back the clitoral hood with the very tips of her teeth, so that all of the delicious morsel was held in Faith’s mouth, the entire clit exposed. She swirled her tongue around the erect clit. Hope moaned at the sensations. She was close.

The tongue flicked the very tip of the held clit, and Hope came, unable to resist. Her hands clamped over her mouth, to stop a scream of pleasure, as she bucked on the bed, almost damaging her own teeth-held clit in the process. Faith let go with her teeth, just at the very last moment, as a shattered but happy Hope collapsed onto the bed. Her clit was red, and her body was drenched in sweat.

When Hope had recovered she looked at her naked lover. Faith had not cum. It had all been about Hope’s pleasure, not hers. She was Hope’s willing slave.

Hope reached down and felt Faith’s cunt. It was very wet.

“I’m a bad girl, punish me.” Faith said, looking up at Hope with a pair of pleading brown eyes. Both of the sisters had brown hair, and brown eyes.

“Do you deserve to be punished?” Hope asked. “Why should you be punished?”

“Because I’m a horny slut leading you astray, engaging in illicit sex with you. I’ve been thinking of fisting your womb. Isn’t that reason enough?”

“Okay, fetch the riding crop.” Hope said. She, the dominant one, liked to whip Faith. Faith gave her pleasure, so Hope gave Faith pain – the wonderful pain which she would need to cum. Grinning widely, Faith leapt of the bed, and fetched the riding crop. She crawled back to the bed with the crop between her teeth, like a dog holding a stick. Her hips swayed from side to side as Faith crawled. Hope tried to put dogs out of her mind, as she had had a sudden mental image of Faith on all fours, an Irish Wolfhound on her back, fucking Faith with an absolutely massive cock.

Hope got up off the bed. She took the proffered leather riding crop. It was a toy which could be hidden away from prying eyes. She swished it through the air. She went to stand behind Faith. She brought the crop down with all her might on Faith’s buttocks. Faith gasped, but did not scream. She took pain well.

Time and again Hope slashed with the riding crop, imprinting thin red lines on Faith’s tight buttocks. Faith gasped with each impact, a sound which was erotic in itself. Faith spread her legs. Hope could see that the younger woman was so turned on that her cunt was actually dripping. But Faith did not touch herself. She was Hope’s slave, and was not allowed to bring herself to orgasm. She was only allowed to cum through pain.

“Please…” Faith begged.

“Please what?” Hope asked, although she knew exactly what Faith wanted.

“Please whip my slutty cunt.”

“What if I don’t? What if I just leave you like that, the merest fraction from an orgasm, but not allowed to touch yourself, not allowed to cum. You’d be like that for days, until the next time we play together. And I had a really good orgasm. It might keep me satisfied for days.”

“Please…”

“Oh, very well.” Hope relented. “Assume the position.”

Faith got on her back, and swung her spread legs up until her feet were either side of her head. She spread her legs as wide as she could, her butt lifting off the ground, her pussy spread wide and defenceless. Then Faith dug her fingernails into her labia and spread them open, painfully so. She had to dig in with her fingernails so that the wet labia did not slip out of her grip. Faith hole pink trench was visible, waiting for the whip. Her clit was hard and red.

Hope brought the riding crop down into Faith’s spread cunt, not hitting either outer of inner labia, but between them, the tasselled leather end of the crop striking the inner pink flesh, the walls of Faith’s vagina. Hope did not strike with all of her strength, as she did not want to draw blood from this very sensitive area.

Seeing that Faith was about to crest over the wave of an orgasm the very last stroke was with full force, and down on Faith’s erect clip, flattening it. Faith’s eyes bulged in agony. Yet she still managed not to scream, as she came, writhing on the floor, her hands holding her whipped cunt.

When Faith had recovered she noticed the time.

“Shit, Hope, we’d better get dressed before “she” comes around and catches us like this!”

The two “sisters” quickly dressed in their nun’s habits, not wanting to be caught by the Mother Superior.

The End.