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harshly as penance and subsequently
found the teenager’s inner thighs running with ambrosia, despite
the welts thereon. Although tears coursed down Ami’s cheeks and she
was abject and broken, she still experienced the ultimate
pleasure.
    Afterward, Mary meditated on it for quite a
while. Her final revelation was that the orgasmic release at the
height of Ami’s pain and torment, must be given by the hand of God
as a sign of her forgiveness. Mary sought this for herself,
scourging herself severely, flagellating herself raw all over, but
the pleasure never quite came. It was obvious that Sister Mary
Thomas had been forsaken by her Lord, and only through greater and
greater penance would she ever hope to gain his kingdom.
    Amiko squirmed and moaned against Mary’s
body, licking her lover’s throat and shoulders, kneading a breast
with two hands and holding it reverently as she sucked on the big
brown nipple. Mary sighed deeply, grinding her hips against Amiko’s
slender belly and pelvis.
    “I need your mouth upon me, my precious.
Kneel on the mat.”
    Obediently, Amiko knelt on her sleeping mat,
watching as Sister Mary arranged herself there with legs bent and
spread wide. When Mary was comfortable, Amiko touched the older
woman’s inner thighs, and ran her hands down to the dark-furred
swollen pussy she was so familiar with. Using her thumbs, Amiko
spread Mary’s labia and exposed both clit and hole for her tongue’s
exploration. That simple touch made Mary moan softly and shudder
with delicate excitement. Her pussy began to run with the liquor of
her lust. Ami laved the pink flesh quite thoroughly, her tongue
seeking each fold and crevice with intensity. Mary was flushed, her
hips rising from the mat to meet the source of her pleasure. Amiko
inserted one, then two fingers in the slippery opening, and Mary
squirmed more. Two digits wiggled within, any more certain to go in
too deeply and break the membrane which had remained intact
throughout the twenty-six years of Mary’s life. Ami sucked noisily
on the swollen clit of her lover and Mary’s weight shift slightly
as her bottom came off the mat an inch or two. “Now,” Mary
breathed, her voice shaky. At the signal, Amiko pushed two fingers
into Mary’s bottom hole, moving them around until the sphincter
loosened somewhat and a third and fourth finger could be
accommodated. Mary’s anus stretched tautly, filled to
near-splitting by the younger woman’s small fingers. Her breath
stopped as she arched off the mat, her body poised on the edge of
eternity. Still Amiko didn’t stop. She sucked and prodded, nibbled
and licked the now super-sensitive clit, until Mary was writhing
with an agonizing need that seemed to go on and on and on. Finally,
with a broken sob, she ordered Amiko to stop and the girl relented,
having given all the pleasure Mary would be allowed by her
maker--no ecstasy, only hollow suffering.
    Mary pulled Amiko to her breast, caressing
the fine, smooth skin of her back and shoulders. She turned to kiss
her young lover’s mouth and whisper against it. “Let me taste you.
Amiko. Come to me now.”
    Smiling softly, Amiko moved to straddle
Mary’s more serious face. With knees widely spread, Ami leaned
against the wall and waited. Mary’s tongue started at the juncture
of Ami’s inner thigh and mons, licking at the lightly furred area
and taking the scent of the girl to remember for always. Wise hands
reached up to grip the teenage breasts above, and kneaded them
slowly, firmly. As Mary’s tongue first slipped between the wet,
delicious lips of Ami’s cunt, the older woman’s fingers were
squeezing a pair of eagerly swollen nipples. The sound of Ami’s
gasp and moan encouraged Mary to do it again, until Amiko’s nipples
were distended obscenely, bruised and tingling with primal
energy.
    “Open,” Mary said simply, her voice muffled
against Amiko’s mons.
    Straightening slightly, Amiko reached
between her own legs and spread her labia to