Stay with Ivona

Your worry melts away as you look at your comely lover. You cannot leave her now, with so much unexplored.

"I will stay," you whisper.

You see the delight register on Ivona's face and she roughly kisses you, locking her lips to yours in another tongue-twisting kiss. She holds the soft heat of her curves against you. When your lips finally separate, the kiss leaving you almost breathless, she whispers to you, "Turn over now sister. I'll show you what I can do with your lovely little bottom."

"Where have you learned such things?" you ask, but you are not objecting. She kneels beside you to give you space to turn over onto your hands and knees. Her hands immediately begin to stroke your shoulders and smooth back, over the dimples in your lower back and to the firm, round shape of your bottom.

"Here and there," she murmurs. "Some of them in the library. There are so many books there on such a wide range of topics."

Her gaze flicks to a stack of books on the floor beside the bed. They are pushed almost behind the bed and mostly hidden from your view, but you see the title of one book is "Magical Wards Against Evil and Good." Strange for Ivona to be undertaking such advanced studies in her cell. Still, you can hardly imagine there are books on how to jam fingers up your bottom. Seeing as how you are the one about to have a finger jammed into your bottom, you are not in a position to question Ivona's sources.

Her stroking hands squeezes and separate your ass. You feel a hot pang of shame as she spreads your ass and simply seems to inspect your anus. You bathe daily. Could it be dirty? You have never looked at it to know.

"You have such a cute, pink little asshole," murmurs Ivona. "I can't resist it."

You let out a gasp at the warm, wet sensation suddenly against your asshole. Her face is against the curves of your cheeks and her tongue is in your crack, trailing up and down your crescent and then swirling against your clenching pucker. It is a strange sensation, nasty and hot and so wet against your clenching hole that you feel her spit dripping down to your pussy.

Ivona moans and squirms her tongue against your anus, pressing and teasing. You pant with pleasure, rocking back against her face as she flicks the tip of her tongue there and begins to squirm it into your hot little ass.

"Goddess," you moan, "your tongue is going...it's going inside me..."

"Nnnnnnhhhhhhh," agrees Ivona as she begins to tongue-fuck your yielding asshole. Her tongue squirms inside you, deeper and deeper, deeper even than seems possible, and she reaches around your thigh and begins to stroke at your clit again. The combined sensations set off a chain of sharp orgasmic contractions. You throw back your head, moaning and grinding against your friend's face as her tongue drives into your ass and her fingers strum your clit. Your ripples of pleasure clench your anus around her squirming tongue.

Your orgasm finally ebbs and Ivona slips her tongue from your asshole.

"Are you ready to know what it feels like to get fucked?" asks Ivona.

She rises high on her knees, holding your slender hips, and presses her pelvis against your cheeks. She slaps against your ass several times as if she is thrusting a cock into you. The lewd motion makes her large breasts bounce enticingly.

"Ivona," you moan. "My chastity forbids--"

"Oh, no, I have researched very thoroughly, sweet Sabine." She thrusts against you even harder. "There is nothing in the oath or in scripture about your ass being fucked. You've had my tongue up there, didn't that feel nice?"

"I don't know if nice is the word," you laugh, your face hot with embarrassment.

Ivona growls and grabs your long red hair. She uses it to yank your head up and she bends over your body and smashes another kiss onto your lips. As her tongue is invading your mouth with the faint bitterness of your own asshole, her fingers press between your cheeks. You cry out against her kiss, but there is no escape as she thrusts two fingers into your tender ring. Your eyes go wide at the shocking and not totally pleasant sensation. Your stretched ass feels as if it has reached its limit. Ivona decides you need more and quickly forces a third finger into your spit-lubed hole.

"Mmmmaaaaah!" you cry, finally tearing your lips away. "It hurts, sister! Please!"

"The pain will fade," she grunts and thrusts her fingers in and out. "Find the pleasure. Touch yourself while I fuck your lovely ass."

You nod weakly and slide your hand between your thighs. Your fingers find your straining clit and you begin to rub it more and more vigorously as Ivona continues to roughly slide her fingers in and out of your anus. She spits loudly into your crack and you feel the warm splatter of her saliva. She pulls her fingers from your ass and uses the spit to lube them again before ramming them back up your hole.

Despite the pain, you do find the pleasure in your clit, and true to Ivona's word, the pain begins to fade into the background. Your stimulated ass even begins to feel good. You begin to gently roll your hips, careful not to wind up with her fingers jabbing into you at a bad angle.

"That's it," she murmurs. "Look at you move. Like a cat in heat. Fuck my fingers, sweet sister."

"Y-yes," you cry. "Yes! It feels good!" You move a bit faster as your fingers strumming into your clit build to a crescendo. The orgasm eclipses any you have felt before. It is as if your ass, your quim and even your hard nipples dragging against the sheets are all throbbing with orgasmic contractions. As the powerful orgasm shudders through your sweat-sheathed body, you wail, "Ivonaaaa!"

Spent, you collapse forward onto the bed and your friends fingers slip from your ass with a slurp of wetness. You shudder with aftershocks, your firm ass jiggling slightly as Ivona leans down and plants a wet kiss on one cheek. She crawls up your body and presses her soft, warm nudity against your back. Her lips are at your ear as she whispers, "Sleep now, sister."

Your eyes close as if she has cast a charm over you and your exhausted, satisfied sleep swallows you up as you lie cradled against Ivona's warm curves.

When you finally awaken and stretch your limbs in the empty bed, you realize the door to the cell is hanging open and a terrible silence hangs over the abbey. You have not slept long, there is still some light in the hall from the windows, but it is fading quickly. You climb out of bed and pull on your gown. You pad out into the hallway to discover where Ivona has gone and why the abbey is so quiet.