Friday, December 12, 2014

Hooker Birthday/Nun Lifestyle 2

This is the second Hooker Birthday/Nun Lifestyle set.  It presents a story about a nun seducing 2 'good boys', one at the beach, and another in a wooded area. 

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Good Boy 1
Good Boy 2
Outdoor 1
Outdoor 2

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bcg05_05 - Chaz, despite his "bad boy" name and appearance, is actually quite timid when it comes to "breaking the rules". I've never seen him out after dark, and for a little while, he would even go out of his way to avoid me. I guess his mother thinks I'm a "bad influence". I spotted Chaz on the beach, taking a break from his surfing, and sauntered up to him. He said that his mother told him not to talk to me, and I called him a momma's boy. Now, soon, he'll probably take that particular phrase as a complement, but at the time, he was quite eager to show me that, as a 10 year old, he was now independent and grown up. I told him that his mother hadn't let me come to his birthday party, so I wasn't able to give him his present. He asked me what it was, and I told him that it was waiting for him behind a large rock on the beach. We went over, and he looked around, confused. I sat him down on the towel I'd brought, and pulled my small pipe out of my purse. It was filled with "Diamond Kush", or what we in the industry like to call, "Herbal Viagra". He said that he *really* wasn't allowed to do anything like this, and tried to leave, but was stopped by another "mama's boy" comment. I knew he really wanted to try it, and I knew that, after he'd had the full experience, he'd be hooked, both on me, and the ganja. I took a big toke out of the pipe, and shotgunned it into his mouth, kissing him deeply as I filled his lungs with the smoky aphrodisiac. Soon, the drug began to take hold. It started innocently enough, he asked me for a hug, but his hug turned into a grope, and soon, he was squeezing and kneading my tits.  He was in a horny daze, and I decided to take advantage, stripping the two of us, and giving him a taste of my soft tits, before wrapping them around his cock, and sending him to paradise.

cg06_15 - I made sure not to let him cum from my tits, even though I knew he'd be nice and hard again in only a couple of minutes.  I wanted to keep him nice and worked up, horny enough to fully cast aside his inhibitions, and fuck me like a wild animal.  He didn't disappoint, thrusting into the air for a few seconds, after I'd moved away, and when I laid down on the towel and spread my legs open for him, he very nearly tackled me!  He greedily sucked and nibbled at my tits, as his hips feverishly thrashed against mine, his cock searching for its home.  All I could do was hold his head to my tits, as he groped around, blind, rubbing against me.  I could tell that he was getting frustrated, so I gently grasped his cock in my hand, and, ignoring the fact that he was thrusting between my fingers, led him to my entrance.  His response was immediate, and powerful.  He plowed into me like he'd never get another chance, with a speed that rivaled most grown men, and an energy that can only come from youth.  He couldn't keep it up forever, of course, especially since I was moaning and writhing, coming from his surprisingly energetic assault.  While I was in the throes of my own orgasm, he pushed deeply into me, and bit down on my nipple, as he let go, allowing the orgasm to overtake him.  I was really surprised by how much he came, it filled my womb completely, and was pouring out even before he retreated from my warm pussy. He collapsed into my soft breasts, suckling them like a baby, and I decided to take this moment to blow his little stoned mind with a few choice chapters from _The Gospel of Lilith_.  Now, he works as a missionary for us, seducing women with his sexy young body, and bringing them into the Temple.


cg17_3 - There aren't a lot of natural areas around where I live, but in the suburbs, there's plenty. Whenever I get an outcall in that area, I'll take some time after the session to take a nice little stroll around the greener bits.  Of course, the neighborhood boys love places like that, so often, it's also an opportunity to get one of them alone, and introduce him to Lilian love.  Elliot was one such boy.  After concluding my session with one of the many divorced men in the suburb, I walked over to my usual spot.  I saw a young boy entering the tall grass, and decided to follow him.  I guess I'm not a particularly good tracker, though, because I lost track of him pretty quickly.  Maybe he's naturally stealthy, or maybe I'd gotten distracted fantasizing about how I might jump out, wrestle him to the ground, and take him, tearing off his clothes, and stealing away his innocence.  Well, I'd lost track of him, and I was all worked up, from the fantasies, so I decided to take a little masturbation break.  I squatted down, grabbed a magazine out of my bag, and started pleasing myself, right there in the tall grass.  Since I was pretty far away from 'civilization', I decided to let loose a bit, kiking up my skirt, and shirt, and moaning like a whore.  I was having a great time, when I looked up, and saw, to my delight, the young boy that I had been tailing, watching me!  Even better, I could see little bits of flesh, right below his beltline, betraying his arousal.  I gazed right at him, and spread my legs open wider, groped my tits, and moaned a bit louder, quite intent of giving this boy the best orgasm of his life.  I wouldn't have to wait long to see it.  Soon after we made eye contact, I could see him start to double over, the bliss of an orgasm overtaking him.

cg18_11 - I called the boy over, and asked his name.  Elliot, he lived in the suburb, with his mother and sisters.  He didn't have too many friends, but loved the outdoors.  He had only recently started masturbating, to a couple of magazines that he'd found in this very patch of woods.  He was, in fact, going to go sneak a peek at them, when he spied me.  I figured that the magazines were just the bog-standard naked girl mags, and probably soggy and ripped to shreds, as well.  I told him that I had something far better, and pulled a couple issues of Bounty of Lilith from my bag.  We stripped as much as we needed to, and relaxed together in the tall grass, flipping through the magazines, as we gently played with our own, and each other's, hot, aroused, bodies.  When I couldn't take any more foreplay, I leaned over, and took him in my arms, kissing him all over, as I laid back, into the soft earth.  The magazines had clearly done their job, because my little peeping tom wasted no time lifting one leg up, positioning me like one of the girls in the magazine, as he entered me, squeezing my tits and suckling, again, just like in the magazine.  I couldn't help but smile, watching him so clearly emulating the exact scene that we'd just finished stroking ourselves to.  It didn't bother me, it *was* a good position, and our magazines, are, of course, designed to be educational, as well as arousing.  Clearly, they are serving their purpose.  Unfortunately, though, an understanding of theory, does not translate into stamina, and not long after entering me, he had his arms wrapped around me, and was burying his face into my ample bust, coming into my pussy, just as silently, and indulgently, as he had come into his hand.  I cradled him for a little while in the grass, before walking him home, hand in hand.  I left the magazines with him, and was quite pleased to see him that sunday, at the Temple service.

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