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Subject: NEW part 7: "Uncomfortably Immature" (MF - mast - het)
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usual disclaimer: be of age to read; pure fiction; no reposting for
profit; property of the author.
an 'ongoing' saga; read 1 -> 6 first, please.
"Uncomfortably Immature" ~oafish
part 7 ...(a 'sound bite' for Sister)
"Madre de Dios! Como el cruz de Christo!" were the words that flew out
of his mouth as he unconsciously crossed himself! The look was one of
total astonishment as he stared at my hands!
"*Hermana!*... Ay! Hermana mio, Que tal Aqui!?!" ...The broom loosely
shook in his grasp as I saw his baggy khaki pants begin to rise.
"Quickly, Juan!... *'Ahorita!... Pronto!'*..." I couldn't help but whine
back at his amazement, as I drew the hard wood back up with an excited,
involuntary shudder! I was burning!... again striving for the
'Ecstacy of My Lord' through the 'Cross of My Salvation'!
The two notes lay on my desk. One from Lucy's teacher, thanking me for
'Whatever I'd done', saying how the little girl had brought all her
homework in and seemed much more relaxed and attentive in class. The
other note was from Father, explaining that today's 'Lesson' with the
little girl had to be postponed because he'd scheduled an afternoon
conference with her... and another little girl who'd learned about the
afterschool 'private lessons'. My pleasure at reading the first note
had matched my disappointment when I'd read the second!
I'd been anticipating Lucy's arrival all day! My desire to impart more
understanding and knowledge had been building for hours, as I'd planned
and thought about every sensuous detail of the hormone awaking,
eight-year-old's delightful body! I'd been almost bursting in my hunger
one moment... then thrown into a pit of instant, intolerable frustration
the next!
As I'd leaned back on the front edge of my desk, my eyes had travelled
up the wall seeking understanding and solace... to the large cruxifix
above my office door. His open arms seemed to say that they wanted to
enfold me! His tightly closed eyes and slightly open mouth spoke of the
empathy He felt for my unresolved pain! The details of his pointed,
extended toes pointed 'the Way to My Salvation'!... pointing right
towards the hem of my habit.
I'd released Him from His Eternal Purgatory above my door, and yanking
my habit to my waist, drew the hard, polished wood through the tangled
wetness of my pubic hair! The base of the crucifix gleamed with the
slickness of my wanting... and I imagined His mouth uttering soft moan
when His toes brushed my wanton clitorus! My fingers clutched and
twisted the fabric of my habit, as my other fist plunged Him in my
pungent need... *to His Knees!*
Just then, the door had opened... and there stood old Juan, the school
custodian! We were both momentarily transfixed: him, with his eyes on
the wide-spread religious tableau before him; myself, registering the
growing protuberance in the old man's pants... and the realization that
while Christ's Silvered Rippling was more than adequate, *I needed
flesh!*
A sweeping hand closed the door behind him as he stepped forward.
Gently, he pried my fingers from the cruxifix and, ever so slowly, drew
the image of Christ from my sloppy vagina. First tenderly kissing the
Lamb of God, Juan licked and sucked at the smooth glistening wood,
before reverantly placing the cruxifix on the corner of my desk.
"Christo!... Ay!... Dulce Je-sus Christo!" he continued to mumble over
and over, as my fingers flew to unzipping his pants.
No underwear! The old man's rampant penis just spang out at me like a
wild animal! Unimaginably rock-hard and simply... huge! My hand
enclosed his scorching heat, and as I ran it up my thigh to rake it
through the soggy mat of my pubic hair, his boney old hands grabbed and
spread my knees!
I was painfully riding on my tailbone on the edge of the desk! His
palms had pushed my quivering legs apart as far as they would go! He
was standing on the inside of the back hem of my habit, with his pants
tangled about his skinny ankles! Poised... with my swollen starvation
dripping down my trembling buttocks... I saw the old man's pulse
throbbing the gorgeous length of his vein-marbled club!
"Hermana... Hermana mio!... AY! SE-ES-TOR!"
The suddeness of the stretching rent me with a delectable flash of
invading pain! Juan had reamed me to the core with one devastating
stroke! I could feel the old man's balls nestled against the stickyness
of my perinium, while my vagina torked and shuddered, joyfully engulfing
his monster! He just held... as I writhed, twisting and bucking on my
back in an instantaneous orgasm!
When he slowly pulled back, I could feel myself vibrating and suckng on
evey inch of him. *Slam!... he thrust in to the hilt again!* ...and,
before every coming down from the first, I cascaded over the edge again!
His fingers were clawed into the pale softness of my inner thighs! His
head was back as though he was staring at the ceiling in concentration.
It was as though he was 'seeing' with the massive knob of his penis...
as he began to pump. Almost delicately, I felt the ridge of his meat
slide out through my sensative tissues. My tunnel of lust would
contract, following the tip of the old man's penis... to only be forced
open again... as he slowly stroked in and out!
It was building again! Each wave of his enormity escalated the
intensity! I heard myself, mewling, somewhere in the distance! I was
gulping air... and his breathing deeped as the speed of his pumelling
increased.
U-u-u-u-p! ...and down a tad, then u-u-u-u-u-P!
..and down a fraction, the u-u-U-U-u-PPP! ...and U-U-U-pppp! My nerves
were zinging!
Then the irrevocable command of, *"Otro lado!"*, as he disregarded my
squeal of outraged suprise, pulled out... and casually flipped me on my
face!
"OH, *God YESS!*" screamed through my mind as the inconsiderate old
man's meat split me from behind! I was stiff armed on the desk, my
wide-spread feet on the floor, yowling like a cat in heat at the ceiling
as each demanding stroke lifted me to my toes! Now my clitorus was
riding the hardwood! It felt like old Juan's maleness was reaching so
deep that he was invading my breathing!
With a wild, laughing grunt of animal fullfillment, his tremendous
impalement lifted me one last time!... I squirmed in pleasure as my feet
no longer touched the floor! And as I began again, to spazmodically
convulse, his seed burst forth to flood my womb! Mixing with my gushing
juices, I both heard and felt it nastily *fart*, in dribbling rivelets,
down the front of my desk!
Picking up his broom, (and his pants!), skinny old Juan just smiled with
a twinkle in his eye, as he quietly let himself out of my office.
"Con *mucho* gusto, Hermana. Yo limpio esso mas tarde... Si?"