Date: Wed, 27 May 1998 06:23:34 PDT
From: Rik Jacobsen <rjacobsen@hotmail.com>
Subject: Losing Control

Losing Control
by Riki Jacobsen

Please e-mail and let me know what you think of the story.  Readers have 
asked me if the Riki and the nun stories are true.  Yes, they are.

	I love what sex does to Sister Michael John.  I love to watch this 
incredibly in-control educator let it all hang out and beg me to fuck 
her harder.  I love the way pulling my tongue out of her cunt just as 
she is ready to explode makes her whimper and cry for more.  I'm the 
same.  I can't be fucked too hard or too fast.  I like the slow building 
orgasm, but that first fuck has to be as hot, as hard, and as fast as 
Sister can do me.
	Maybe its because we are always in a rush, afraid that someone will 
catch us.  That is also part of the thrill.  One time I had my face deep 
in Sister's sweet cunt lapping happily away, when someone knocked on the 
door to her office.  Sister managed to make her voice sound somewhat 
normal, as she asked who it was.  It was my friend Marcia asking for me.  
I sucked her clit ever harder.  "No, I haven't seen her," Sister said 
managed to say in a shaky voice as she grabbed the edge of the desk to 
steady herself.  
	I never let up, and she stumbled back onto the bed.  I pounced on top 
of her and sucked her until she came in a flood of cunt juices.  I loved 
drinking from her cunt.  Better than mother's milk to me.  What would I 
know, my mom never nursed me.  Maybe that's why I loved to suck tits so 
much.  
	"You are so bad!"
	 "I thought I was so `fucking good.'  Aren't those your exact words?"
	"Yes.  You are so very good and so very bad."
	"Well, I've had a great teacher."
	
	I was in Sister Hubert's social studies class when she called me to the 
front of the room.  Social Studies was my favorite class.  I loved 
studying about all of the faraway places in the world.  I dreamed that 
Sister Michael John and I would someday live in one of those places.  
Anyway, Sister Hubert told me that Sister Michael John had asked if I 
could come over to the church to help her sort music.  I told Sister 
Hubert that I was happy to help Sister Michael John and took off for the 
church.  
	The choir loft was one of my favorite places.  It was high above the 
main church and a person could see every pew from there.  You could also 
climb up to the bell tower.  It was one of our favorite places to meet.  
I ran up the spiral staircase, and through the door, which quickly 
closed behind me.  I turned to see Sister Michael John turn the key and 
lock the door.  She had music spread all over just in case.  If we 
stayed near the back wall, no one could see us from down below.  She sat 
down on the back pew and I curled up beside her and she wrapped her arms 
around her.  
	Sometimes it was wonderful to just sit quietly like this.  I asked her 
how she managed to get away and she explained that the music really did 
have to be sorted, but that she had already done it last night.  I told 
her that I got an "A" on my math test and she gave me a tight squeeze.  
She knew how hard math was for me.  
	I asked her something that I had been thinking for a long time.  "Do 
you think we will be able to live together when I graduate from high 
school?" 
	She was really quiet and I thought I shouldn't have asked that 
question.  Then she said, "I really hope so, Riki.  I want that more 
than anything else I can think of."
	"It will happen, I know it will.  We'll live together and be in love 
for the rest of our lives."
	Sister Michael John turned my face to her and kissed my lips softly.  
Then she kissed each of my eyelids, then my nose.  I put my hand on her 
cheek and turned her lips back to mine.  I want to kiss her with my 
tongue and lips and teeth.  I loved to kiss Sister.  As my tongue slid 
gently into her mouth, I could feel  wetness in my pussy  just starting.  
	We kissed for a long time.  It was wonderful not to be rushed.  I bit 
her lip just hard enough to leave a little sore spot for her to think 
about tonight when she was in bed.  She kissed me hard with her teeth 
just behind her lips.  She would leave my lips slightly bruised and 
puffy.  
	Her hand slipped inside my sweater and caressed my breast.  I opened my 
blouse and grabbed the bottom edge of my bra and pulled it up and over 
my breasts.  They jumped out eager for Sister's attentions.  She always 
started out slowly..licking circles around each nipple, gently sucking 
on them, and nibbling, but she couldn't hold back.  Soon she was 
devouring my tits and I loved it.  
	I wanted her to devour my cunt as well, but with her wimple and all, 
she just couldn't do that.  I would have to settle for her agile fingers 
to bring me to my orgasm.  
	"I have a surprise for you, my sweet little cunt."
	I knew that when she talked in that voice we were going for a wild, 
wonderful ride.  My crotch got even wetter in anticipation.  She took my 
hand and led me to the door to the bell tower.  We quietly slipped 
through it and she locked it behind us.  We started up the steps and 
were half way up when she grabbed me from behind, turned me around and 
laid me back on the steps.  I could see in her eyes that she was totally 
turned on.  She opened my blouse completely and pushed my skirt up 
around my waist.  She slipped her hands into the waist of my panties, 
and pulled them down to my shoes.  She stopped for a moment and removed 
her veil, her wimple and her head covering.   Then, she dived face first 
into my overflowing cunt.  
	I gasped as she drove her rock hard tongue deep into the recesses of my 
pussy.  The force of the motion pushed my ass into the edge of the 
steps.  It hurt, but the pain added to the assault on my senses that 
Sister was waging.  One hand reached up a grabbed a fist full of tit and 
squeezed hard.  There were going to be left over bruises, but I didn't 
care.  She hadn't been able to devour my cunt in such a long time.  
	Sister paused for a moment and asked if I knew what time it was.  I 
thought that was an odd question and said, "Why are we late?"
	"No we are going to be right on time.  You are going to cum just as the 
noon bell rings, and I want to hear you  scream your fool head off.  No 
one will be able to hear you over the bells."
	She sunk her fingers deep into my cunt and started to fuck me for real.  
It was exciting to think that Father was directly below us preparing to 
pull the rope to ring the bell twelve times.  She pumped her fingers 
almost brutally into my cunt.  My juices were splattering all over her 
face.  Her lips held my clit tightly and sucked me until I could feel 
that familiar fire building at my clit and spreading out in all 
directions.
	"Sister, I'm almost there," I whispered. She increased the onslaught 
and the heat in my cunt grew to flash point and  I exploded just as the 
first toll of twelve rang out.
	I screamed and Sister kept pounding her fingers against the far reaches 
of my cunt.  The vibrations from each toll of the bell hit us and 
increased my orgasm sending another wave flooding my senses.  
	As the last sound of the bells faded away, Sister seemed to regain 
touch with reality.  She licked the juices from my cunt and said, "My 
god that was so good."  Amazingly she had cum with the ringing of the 
bells just as I did.  I didn't want to miss this treat, so I had her 
switch places, and I crawled up under her robes, and pulled down her 
panties.  I took them off over her shoes.  I was keeping them. They were 
soaked with her cum.  They would be so sweet to have in bed tonight.  
	There in the darkness under her robes, a magical world, I gently licked 
her sweet pussy clean.