I return to my room, my legs jittery, and sweat trickling between my breasts. Images of the Bishop sucking Father Mathew's cock flit through my mind. I quietly turn the knob to my room and push the door silently open. There before my eyes, legs splayed open and fingers deep inside her pussy, is Rebecca. I stop short, thinking I have gone one room too far. But as her eyes open and she looks at me with a naughty grin, I realize she has been waiting for me to return.
I snap the door shut behind me and quickly move over to the bed. As I sit on the edge, Rebecca pulls her fingers out from her pussy and scoots over to make room for me. With a contented sigh, I flop down beside her.
"How was it?" she asks.
Images again flash behind my eyes. "Erotic, sensual, dirty..."
"What was he like? The Bishop..."
Licking my lips, I say, "Yummy."
Rebecca giggles and rolls over top of me. Her soft hair hangs down into my face, black curls slightly mussed from lying among the pillows. I can see her brown, perky nipples and the gentle curves of her breasts as they sway over me. "Let me taste," she says, leaning forward. We kiss, as gentle as cotton candy. "Mmm, I can taste him. But you didn't let him cum in your mouth, did you?" she teased. "I wish you had, so I could share."
"No," I whisper. "If you want to taste him, you'll have to..." I lower my eyes. "...kiss down lower."
Her eyes widen in surprise, which turned to evil pleasure. "You let him cum inside you?"
I could only shudder in response.
Rebecca's hands move to my thighs, caressing me over my skirt. We begin to kiss, more passionately this time. Her tongue is hot and longing in my mouth, her lips strong and masterful. My body begins to respond to her touch. My fingers move into her hair and trail over the nape of her neck. She is moving toward my hips with her hand, seeking to find my panties. Her other hand is unbuttoning my blouse. When my breasts are exposed, she breaks the kiss and moves to my nipple. She pulls it deep into her mouth and sucks strongly. Instantly I feel tingling in my pussy.
I lift my hips and assist Rebecca to pull of my sopping panties. She continues to suckle my breast as her fingers move closer to my pussy. Her thumb finds my clit and she teases me gently. My knees part further and I push my hips into her hand. She breaks away from my breast and sprinkles kisses over my tummy, moving toward my wetness below.
"I can smell him," she breathes. She moves her fingers to my opening, slowly slipping one inside. Withdrawing it, she moves it up to her lips and tastes. "I can taste him." Suddenly her face is pressed into my sopping pussy. She thrusts her tongue deep inside me. I can feel her move it in and out as she laps up Bishop McGregor's cum. Her fingers find my clit and she kneads it fiercely.
"Oh God!" I cry out softly, as an orgasm begins to build. Rebecca must feel it, and she picks up the rhythm. Finally, I burst out in pleasure, adding more juices to Rebecca's glistening face.
"I need some of his cum," she whispers to me. "Come here." She motions for me to sit up. She moves towards me, beginning to intertwine our legs. As she gets into the right position, our pussies are pressed together. Our pussies are kissing. I can feel the wetness of her pussy with the lips of mine. It's slippery and sensual, and I nearly cum again.
Slowly, so slowly, we begin to grind our hips, our pussies gliding against one another. I can feel her inner folds, her clit, her wetness. Our breasts are pressed between us, our breath synchronized. We don't kiss. We only pulsate.