Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

A Sinful Act>: 10

She knew she should stop, at least for a minute to make sure no one heard that, but she couldn't. Right now it was physically impossible for Ivy to stop from fingering her pussy to the idea of Anna going down on her. It was such a vivid fantasy that it made her hate herself, but she still couldn't bring herself to end it, or to try to imagine Brian fucking her instead. All she could do was add a second finger and bite down on her hand as she gasped in pleasure from the added stimulation. Her two fingers still weren't as thick as the only cock that had ever been inside her, but they felt about a thousand times better as she wiggled them back and forth, trying to decide if it felt better to move them around or slide them in and out.

no longer hated herself for masturbating - instead she hated herself for not coming to the pool later in the day. If only she'd been there when they were closing. If it had just been Anna and Ivy in the women's area while all the rest of the male lifeguards were in their own locker room then instead of playing with her own pussy, Anna might have pinned her against the shower wall, showing her just what pleasure really was as her fingers explored her sex and her mouth attacked her sensitive nipples. It was the wasted opportunity of a lifetime, and it was the image that she finally came to when her orgasm suddenly snuck up on her out of nowhere. One second she was trying to rub a part of her vagina that was rougher than the rest of her slick walls that was sort of under her pelvis, and the next moment her hips were bucking like she had a muscle spasm while she was whimpering helplessly at the uncontrollable sensations she'd unleashed

feel this good, but if she could make herself feel like this whenever she wanted to, it was going to be hard to say no to these urges in the future. Not nearly as hard as saying no to Anna if she was ever alone with her. Ivy knew that she shouldn't want to be with another girl this badly, but something about

the sermon reliving a combination of yesterday's events and last night's fantasies. It was hotter than it had any right to be, she thought as she squirmed in the pew, poisoned by the lust that had entered her life. Ivy didn't bother to pray for forgiveness, because she knew that she was going to sin again tonight, and probably the night after that and the night after that until she could