Back In The Game Ch. 11

"I'll be right back," she said, hopping up off the bed, and throwing the door open. "Gotta get ready for college." And with that, she disappeared through the door, not a stitch on, my cum running out of her pussy and down her thigh.

I lay on the bed, still naked myself, thinking about things in the cold light of day. Sure, she was hot and eager to fuck, but she was nearly half my age, still in college, still living with her parents for fuck's sake! What was I doing here?

Had I gone too far? Should I just go?

I could hear the shower running and thought about just getting dressed and slipping out the front door. I wasn't precisely sure where I was, but I was a big boy, I knew how to get a fucking bus.

"Mmmm," she moaned from the shower. "This feels soo good."

She was doing it for my benefit, or at least to tease me, make me think about her young, naked body, hot water running down her soft skin, her hand lathering every inch of her. Then washing it off, her hands brushing off suds from her hair, her neck, her breasts, her hands lingering just a little too long, continuing down over her stomach, her smooth legs, over her pussy, her fingers exploring her warm centre, delicate from fucking her with my dick, my fingers, from sucking her clit. Washing it down very slowly, methodically, her fingers trailing up and down, tingles of pleasures flowing through it until, just by accident, she slips a finger into herself, glides it gently back and forth as the water runs over her, and suddenly it's too late, she's horny again, trapped, and there's nothing for it, except to lean into it and cum out the other end. So she slides her other hand down, starts gently rubbing her clit, her mound swelling slightly from the hot water, extra sensitive as a result, so her fingers continue extra gently, the fainted of circles around that little mound, carefully eking out the sensations she needs to stem her craving, all the while, her finger moves in and out of her, only it isn't enough anymore so she has no option but to slip in a second finger. It's a tight fit, but she needs it, needs it.

Suddenly, she's slid halfway down the glass of the shower, one knee bent, the other leg stretched across, holding her up, her hips thrust outwards, the hot water raining down on her desperate pussy as she finger-fucks her cunt, rubbing her clit faster and faster, desperately trying to hold in the moans, but they break out anyway in little gasps and pants as the sensation builds until she reaches the point of no return where she couldn't stop even if she wanted to and she sure as hell doesn't want to, her fingers working overtime as the hot water massages her cunt which at this point is hot enough to steam up the room by itself. And it almost is, the steam rising off the hot water, the air smelling of soap and cunt, the sweet and the forbidden, mingling, tempting, twisting, teasing, the promise of forbidden fruits, just out of reach, but not for her, no, not for her, for she has reached and has found the fruit and found it delicious, irrisitable, essential for her continued existance for without it she would be nothing, no one, her whole slef rendered meaningless without her sexuality, and so her fingers work rubbing and fucking, fucking and rubbing all the wihle the hot water falls over her and then she feels it, building slowly at first but picking up speed and inensity as the moment of revelation gets closer, get clearer, a vision of the joys of the flesh, the forbidden knowledge of the Tree of Life, for she is not just she, she is Eve, for Eve is all women, the rebel, the free-thinker, the liberator of all women everywhere, all men, from the tyranny of the benevolent, form the wrath of the merciful, for she will not be contained, will not be tamed, will not be denied that which is rightfully hers, and hers is all the pleasures known to exist, of the mind and of the flseh, especially of the flesh and she will have them now, when she chooses, freedom at her fingertips, using them to find liberation, salvation, moving faster and faster a celebration of life of existence of liberty of freedom of the pleasure that comes from knowing thyself, and so continues fingering herself to enlightenment, ready to recieve the gospel according to Eve, to feel the original Divine Spirit flow through her, and she does, she can feel it, it is flowing through her, from her fingertips, through her cunt the gateway to her Eternal Soul, the single-minded clarity of a God, the creation of the purest joy, the truest exploration of self and as she cums she makes a statement, religious, spiritual, peronal, a statement of the freest expression of the soul and she moans for one does not express ones self by through denial so she moans and screams and buckles and writhes as her fingers fly over her holiest of holies and she cums welcoming the Holy Spirit into her cunt giving herself over completely as she cums and cums and cums, The New Holy Trinty, until she is satiated, spent, saintly, saved, the source of salvation and serenity, her fingers slowing, the divine revelation having passed through her preparing her awakening for her personal truth is the one with which she must face the world, and so she does, slowly slipping her fingers out of her religious cunt her fingers slipping from her holy clit and she slides down, letting the water wash over her, sending the final tingles through her body, until she is revived, born again, ready to renter world a-

"What you doing? She asked, standing in the doorway, a fluffy towel barely concealing her body.

"Nothing," I said.

"Doesn't look like nothing." She points down there and I realise my dick, rock-hard, is in my hand, pre-cum dripping from where I've been aggressively masturbating. "I can give you a hand, but you'll have to be quick," she said, dropping the towel to the floor, exposing her wet, pink body, and kneeling on the bed. "But try not to get any on me, 'cause I've just showered and my body is all fresh and clean." With that, she runs a finger over her freshly washed pussy, before showing me the tip. "See? Spotless?" She says, before sticking her tongue out and running it all the way down.

"I don't think--", I start, but she starts jerking me off and almost instantly I'm on the edge. Her soft, warm hand works me rapidly, and within seconds I moan and start to cum as she angles my dick up towards me and I shoot my load all over my stomach, my chest, in the name of The Mother, The Daughter, And The Holey Spirit, and I am reborn, baptised by the Mother of the New Religion.