by Chance, Abby
His voice grew more coarse with each lick of my tongue. “Don’t stop...keep it steady.”
I began playing with myself as I remained in a crouch. My moisture was overwhelming as I felt it drip toward the ground. I finger-banged myself while holding his cock steadily in my hand, trying my best to mimic and reproduce E’tienne’s technique.
“Come on,” I said. “I want to see it shoot out of you.”
“I want to fuck you,” he said loudly and with a strictured voice.
“Just cum,” I said. “It’s okay, I want to see it.” I didn’t want to have sex as I knew time was running out, and the mission was probably going to send out a search party soon. However, there was also a crazy feeling inside of me, an inner curiosity that wanted to desperately see how far he could shoot his white, viscous cream.
The underside of his shaft began to spasm softly. “There you go...good job,” I said, in between licks. “Come on.”
His shaft rose up and within a split second, the head of his cock contracted as if it were a charley-horsed thigh muscle. I quickly opened my mouth and a jetting and warm stream of liquid shot onto my upper lip. I gently lowered his shaft and it continued to shoot, this time onto the roof of my mouth. E’tienne moaned uncontrollably, some of them mixed with small joyous laughter. His dick moved up and down with each shot of cum. I then covered his entire head with my wet lips. I stroked his hard, pulsating rod as I tried to pull out every last bit of semen into my mouth.
“Stop, stop...fuck,” he said, as he placed his hand on my shoulder.
“What?”I asked, as I wiped his thick cum off my lips.
“Too sensitive, I need to pull back.”
E’tienne pulled away from me and stroked his cock a couple more times. Two clear droplets of his cum, sloughed off the tip of his head, hitting the ground like rain drops. He staggered backwards, his back thumped against the shack’s wall, giving it a shake as if struck by a small earthquake. In repose, E’tienne slugged downward to the ground, holding his dick in the process. He remained with eyes closed, mouth grinning and veins throbbing. “Thank you Jessie,” he said. “What do we do now?”
I was still crouching on the ground after E’tienne’s magmatic event, pussy exposed and my long skirt hanging at my feet, stretched and distended. “I don’t really know. We can go back to our bungalows. Pretend this didn’t happen,” I said.
“How come you didn’t let me fuck you?”
“I don’t know. I wanted to suck your dick, I guess.”
“Are you seriously thinking about staying with the order?” he asked, as he stood up and grabbed his shorts from the ground.
I pulled up my panties and started putting on my long skirt. “I have to.”
“What do you mean you have to?”
“It’s complicated. I really don’t want to talk about it.”
I put on my long skirt and buttoned my shirt. Right as I began dusting my backside from all the dust that the skirt gathered while it lay on the ground, a faint chorus of voices began to echo across the field outside the shack. “Sister Jessie, Sister Jessie...E’tienne.”
E’tienne peeked through a small opening in between the wooden panels that made up the shack. He pulled his face from the hole and gave me a somewhat panicked look. “They’re looking for us—all of them.”
“I’ll go out first and you hide in here. Wait until I am back at the village with the group before you head back, okay?”
“Good thinking,” he said. “You can’t tell a soul about any of this.”
“I won’t, but you need to start being clean from now on.”
“I will. I promise,” he declared.
I went up to E’tienne and gave him a peck on his thick moist lips. “I always wanted to do that.”
He smiled and I proceeded to walk outside the shack.
Thankfully, they were still far enough away from the shack and didn’t see me emerge from a building that now most likely had the odor of bodily sins emanating from it. I looked in through the door one more time at E’tienne, as he stood against the work bench with a satisfied yet somewhat concerned look on his face. “Wait it out.”
I ran across the field toward the search party. “Hello!” I yelled. “It’s me Sister Jess!”
“Sister,” blared Father Anton’s resounding voice, across the soccer field. “What are you doing out here? Where’s E’tienne.”
I jogged toward the group who were at the edge of where the last building in the village met the patchy grass.
“I wanted to take a jog around the soccer field,” I said, as I leaned toward Father Anton’s right ear. I whispered, “I’m constipated.”
“Oh my,” Father Anton chuckled uncomfortably.
“What did she say?” asked Sister Janice, whose face was soured and obviously not in a good mood.
Father Anton turned toward Sister Janice and murmured with a smile, “She said she is constipated.”
Sister Janice gave me a skeptical glare. “Where’s E’tienne?” she asked, putting both hands on her hips.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“I saw you walk out of the dining hall with him,” she stated.
“We talked a little and then he said he was going to his room.”
“Well, he’s not in his room,” Sister Janice retorted, while noticeably somewhat perturbed.
Father Anton put his arm over my shoulder and faced Sister Janice. “E’tienne is one of the finest athletes I have ever known. Our worry wasn’t about him. I’m sure he can take care of himself. We should celebrate the fact that Sister Jessie is safe and sound. E’tienne has left in the dark of night before. I am sure he will turn up.”
“I think it’s time to go to bed,” Sister Janice commanded. “Let’s go.”
“Good night, Father Anton. I didn’t mean to worry you.”
“It’s okay, I completely understand your predicament,” he said, while chuckling.
I followed Sister Janice toward the village. She didn’t look back at me and looked quite upset.
Chapter Six
I awoke to the stern inflections of maternal coarseness. “Wake up, it’s time to go.”
I turned my neck toward Sister Janice’s voice. The cot I was laying in barely had any cushion and I felt a kink in my neck as I turned my head and opened my eyes. “Is it time for breakfast?” I asked, while squint-eyed and drowsy.
“No, I have arranged for your departure this morning.”
“Excuse me?” I immediately lifted my upper body up off the cot, surprised at Sister Janice’s disclosure.
“Get your things ready. Mitch will be landing in a half an hour to take you back to Kinshasa. From there you will fly back to the U.S.,” she said with a stern countenance, while stuffing my bag with my belongings.
“Hey, be careful with that,” I howled. “The little bulbs on that brush are sensitive and fall out if you press on them.”
Sister Janice put my bag down and crossed her arms. “Then get up and get your things ready.”
I got up from the bed and took off my nightgown. I stood in front of Sister Janice in my bra and underwear. She looked away while expressing a small huff. I grabbed the outfit from last night and dressed myself in a hurry. As I buttoned my shirt I asked, “Why are you sending me back so soon?”
“You know why, Sister.”
“Because I took a jog around the soccer field?”
Sister Janice let out a condescending chuckle. “I saw you walk out of the hall with E’tienne during dinner. Twenty minutes later one of the groundskeepers told me your friend emerged from the same area you did. You’re lucky I haven’t told Father Anton.”
“When I took this oath, I sincerely meant it. You cannot dispatch me because your judgment is clouded by your perceptions of an unspeakable nature,” I said.
Sister Janice’s eyes opened wide. “What are you implying?”
“I am not implying anything, but I’m surprised you’d think of such things.”
 
; “I saw how you were daydreaming when E’tienne introduced himself. I wasn’t a nun at birth, Sister Jessie. I do comprehend the human condition and I don’t trust that you have proper control of it,” she said, with maternal resignation.
I looked toward the floor. I didn’t want to continue to make eye contact with Sister Janice. She had me pegged and the more I resisted her insinuations the more I resorted to lie after lie. I grabbed my bag and bolted out the front door.
E’tienne was playing soccer with the kids in the center of the village. I ran right by him and headed toward the air strip. He stopped kicking the ball. The children spontaneously erupted into an organized game. “Sister Jessie,” he called out, as I whisked right past him.
I ran toward the jungle trail which led to the landing strip. E’tienne following behind in a slight jog. “Sister, stop!” he pleaded, his voice echoing off the trees, some with trunks the size of overpass pillars.
I quit running and slowed to halt. I turned around and E’tienne approached with sadness. His brows sagged with worry and his carefree face, with chiseled cheekbones and youthful skin was now sunken in disquietude. “Why are you running?”
“They’re sending me away.”
“Does she know?”
“No, I...I mean, maybe,” I said, shaking my head.
“About me cheating on games?”
“No...is that what you’re worried about?”
“If word got out that I had fixed games I would be finished, in fact, soccer would be finished.”
“Must be nice to live in E’tienne’s world, where there is no consequence for sex,” I said, as I threw my arms in the air. “I on the other hand am suspected of fooling around and my career is on the brink of destruction.”
“What did you tell Sister Janice?”
“Nothing. She thinks we were up to something. It’s just so unfair. It’s my looks. Yes, we did something, but if I was old and ugly, they’d never suspect anything.”
“No matter what happens you cannot tell them what I told you,” E’tienne appealed, as his beautiful blue eyes sparkled with vulnerability. He almost had me, but I could see straight through his facade and recognize his inherent selfishness which was most likely doted upon him since he happened to be a superstar athlete.
“E’tienne, you’re a beautiful person and I don’t regret my dalliance, but your selfishness is something extraordinary.”
E’tienne was paralyzed. He didn’t know what to do as he thought, due to my sudden instability, that his secret was probably not safe. Truth was, I didn’t care enough about his horrific professional decisions that would compel me to tell someone about them.
I didn’t hug E’tienne, or kiss him on the cheek, as I was worried that Sister Janice was watching me beyond the clearing. I wanted to get out and forget about my experience at the mission.
I heard Mitch’s Cesna circling the strip. The engine’s hum broke the rhythm of our interaction and gave the much needed segway to part ways with E’tienne and my time here.
“Thank you for your attention,” I said, as I picked my bag up off the ground and turned toward the strip.
“Sister?” E’tienne said. I turned around and made final eye contact with him. He muttered loudly, “I’m sorry.”
“No need for apologies,” I said, with a relaxed smile. “I had fun.”
Book Three:
Eternal Seduction
Chapter One
I blinked—a few times actually.
I then let out a primal yawn that nearly rocked the portraits and crucifixes, which hung by the thinnest of strings off the plain white wall.
I was face-first into the cold side of my favorite pillow. I could feel the sting on my neck from the garish morning sun peeking through the plain curtains that covered the one and only visual portal to the outside world; a strip mall, which featured a Filipino restaurant named Manila Joe’s.
“You’re here? When did you get in?” asked the frail voice from my bedroom doorway. Sister Luz was young, demure and extremely shy and was never partial to confrontation. Her eyes always bugged out as if she were frightened by every noise, smell or sight that surrounded her. But no, she wasn’t actually afraid, poor thing just had a face that looked to be in state of permanent terror.
“Nevermind, I didn’t mean to pry,” she said. “Sister Janice sent me an email. She asked me to tell you that you must attend to your morning, afternoon and evening prayers...and that...and that...” I could hear her swallow as I lay in bed. “...your internet has been shut off.”
“What?” I barked , my voice muffled as I spoke into the pillow. “Why would she...oh, forget it.”
“Also Jessie, breakfast is ready. You want to come downstairs—its eggs, sausage and waffles.”
The flight from Paris was turbulent, uncomfortable and bumpy. I was jet-lagged and didn’t get any sleep on the plane. I wasn’t in the mood to unlatch my body from the depths of my mattress, let alone walk down the convent’s flight of stairs. “I need to sleep, Luz. I’ll join you later for lunch.”
“Okay,” said Sister Luz, her voice trailing off as she exited the room. Instantly, she came back and stuck her head into my room for one last brief moment. “Welcome back, Sister.”
I still laid in bed with my head planted into my pillow like an ostrich who slips its bird-sized cranium into a hole. Legs immobile and stretched, I raised my arm at Sister Luz giving her thanks for the kind welcome.
I heard the phone ring. I lifted the receiver and plopped it back down. It was probably my mother and I was too pooped to talk. No time for breakfast, no time for calls.
A few minutes later, my mind relaxed itself into a clean slate. My breathing became synchronized with my heart rate as I slipped into nothingness. My subconscious toiled in the nether-regions of coitus as I began to dream about visual mutations of my sexual experiences. I cupped E’tienne’s genitals in my hand. Slowly rubbing the tip of his head, trying my hardest to get his penis aroused in record time. I don’t know why I often dream of rubbing a penis, it must have something to do with the power of arousing another human being and seeing the successful results instantaneously in the form of an engorged and swollen shaft and head.
I knelt in a dark space. There wasn’t anything descriptive about where I was. Odorless, colorless, and timeless were the only words that could characterize the setting in my dream where I favored E’tienne.
As I stroked the silky, thin layer of skin up and down on his long shaft, another bodily form appeared from the darkness. A tall, muscular and bronzed figure with smooth, unblemished skin emerged from the mental fog. It was Jake’s nude physique, standing barrel-chested; his upper torso conformed down to a perfect V-shape right above his toned waistline. He stood still, flaccid and caring, and he coursed his fingers through my hair.
“I love seeing you this way,” he said, while his thick lips curled to the right in a half-grin.
I kept jerking E’tienne off, his gorgeous blue pupils solely focused on me. I turned my attention toward Jake as he grappled my scalp and yanked my head back. “Want me to make you hard?” I asked.
Jake nodded his head.
I grabbed his half-erect dick, which was thicker than E’tienne’s, even though he wasn’t fully aroused, and I began massaging the curved underside of his head with my fingertip.
I was a lucky girl. I had a cock in each hand, which were connected to optimal examples of the male race. It took quite a bit of talent to keep both men fully aroused, but my naked body, which many men found irresistible, most likely kept them from losing their focus.
With a sudden shift in my hazy subconscious, I found myself on my back getting reamed by Jake as I sucked E’tienne off. The faster and more powerful Jake’s hips thrusted, the more I tugged on E’tienne’s luscious dick.
Taste and texture entered the dream. I felt the soft, fleshed constitution of his cock on my tongue. I was able to savor the musky aroma of his pre-cum as it penetrated the nerve endings of my taste
buds.
But the dream instantly transformed into a nightmare. Sister Janice appeared. She was power personified and grabbed Jake by his shoulders and threw him to the ground. She walked toward E’tienne and pulled him by his dreads and spun him into the dark recesses of my mind. She gave me a harsh, squint-eyed stare which instantly cast shame unto my soul.
I curled up into a ball and began sobbing uncontrollably. I felt the sudden and extreme shifts of extrasensory sensation. One minute unbridled pleasure the next painful regret, like being punched in the deepest bowels of my stomach.
“I’m sorry,” I screamed. “I can’t help myself.”
“You shame your order, you shame your family and you shame your father,” yelled Sister Janice.
“Please forgive me father, please forgive me oh Lord,” I began chanting...reciting. “Forgive me...forgive me...forgive me...”
“Sister, wake up,” said the trembling voice. “You’re having a nightmare.”
I opened my eyes. Sweat poured down my brows; my panties soaking wet as I awoke to Sister Luz sitting next to me in bed.
“Sister, you...you had a nightmare,” she said, putting her hand on my head.
I sat up and began hyperventilating. “I need to go.”
“You can’t leave. Sister Janice said so,” Sister Luz pleaded.
“I need to visit my mother,” I said, as I turned to Sister Luz. “Please, cover for me. I need to leave, do you understand?”
Sister Luz sat in the bed petrified over my bizarre behavior. Her mouth agape.
I stood up and grabbed my bag full of clothes which I hadn’t bothered unpacking since I got back from my flight. I turned to Sister Luz, “Just a couple of days. Sister Janice won’t be back for another week. Tell the other sisters my mother was sick.”
“You’re asking me to lie?” asked Sister Luz, in a slight panic.
“Listen, I know you’re the one who keeps stealing bottles of wine from the rectory.”
Sister Luz looked out the door and took a deep swallow. “How did you know?”