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Bernard ferreted around in his deep pockets. He couldn’t find a fag. Shit he’d left them on his desk in the rush over to the Cathedral. Nothing for it; he had to attend a final security meeting, liaise between the diocese and government surveillance for the VIP’s attending the community celebration mass today. Fuck he needed a fag first.
He botted a fag from one of the security guy; Murray, who was having his quick smoke too before heading inside. Mutual craving shared in the moment. They both then joined a Richard in the ‘Big Brother Zone’ upstairs behind the Organ.
It was a quality super tech set up; camera’s everywhere, no place for a cigarette inside , you would be caught out. No rooms off limits either; camera’s set up in the vestry, the Cardinal’s chamber, even the Rectory and fuck it , they included his own office. Well it looked like St Mathews Park was the go to zone, across the road; if he scored a lucky college girl arse today.
It was fairly boring for the rest of the morning. Monsignor was required to be there. The flower ladies drove him insane, especially Miss Hall and Miss Smith. ‘Christ ‘, Patrick owed him one for saving his foreskin over that flashing incident.
”Yes ladies they look perfect “was what he said but secretly he was thinking: ‘Now piss off…I need a fag…desperately.’
That was when he saw multiple trouble and delight coming up the main steps to the vestibule in the guise of :Ms Chastity Palmer, Ms Erica Philips and Ms Bethany Dwyer…the blonde…the brunette and the redhead : or earth, air and fire. Maybe today would be the last time he saw them together or separate. Erica was earthy; she knew she needed sex and lots of it. Still her feet were basically on the ground with her own future and concern for others. He liked how she was inclusive of Meredith. Beth was angelically flitty like rarefied air. Strange how her pussy lips looked like angel winglets too. A young woman who looked too cute to fuck let alone sodomise; but those were your immediate thoughts on seeing her. Chas…a mobile life support unit for pussy and likely butt fucking…she fluttered those eyes, crooked her finger or flipped her dress and you knew you were in. The extremely rare slutty uncomplicated sexual female. She had virtually a male view of opportunistic sex.
Even the supposedly non sexual choir uniform of tartan skirts, full white school monogrammed blouses… neck to wrist covering… and silly tartan neckties , couldn’t deflect from flaunting triple sexuality…they had it…the brunette; her long, long hair…the athletic thighs…the height…Erica…Bernard fantasised red lingerie. Beth…probably light blue or yellow items for her sweet intimate apparel arrange… her dumpling shaped breasts barely contained by the school blouse…her fringe and high filly ponytail…driving him mad with desire as usual…her butt was still on his agenda given half a chance. Sassy Chas; could be commando under that skirt today or probably something very skimpy and black with a matching obvious push up bra; perfect body portfolio management for this now young woman.
Miss Hall and Miss Smith were just background noise; though they were addressing Bernard directly.
He did recover to introduce the girls to Miss H and Miss S. Then excused himself just briefly… seeing why they were here a bit early. Then off they went, one directed to the vestry, one to solo practice, but Erica had wandered off …where? Then Bernard remembered the friggin VIP's would probably be there, better find Chas another room, he wanted her arse fresh, later.
Patrick was sent waddling off to collect Chas. But he puffed back too soon.
He informed the Monsignor the vestry was locked.
Bernard thought Chastity….Chastity…then had a fag first…then a god damn second smoke,. Patrick always had plenty.
Then he headed upstairs. Bernard entered the secure zone set up behind the Organ. He could see Murray and Richard; they were taking in the screens too intently. Next Bernard heard the sounds of male groaning in sex and high pitched girly yelps of delight he was personally familiar with.
The security pair didn’t even notice Bernard.
It was the closed circuit security cameras, the three focus screens loaded with outrageous sex. There was Chastity moaning deliciously loud, with her puckered; expanded, engorged arse pipe being plugged in the Vestry, while her gob was being deep throat-ed in jagged in and out throat tunnelling and her breasts manhandled by: No…Yes… three government ministers…this was way beyond covering up or control; it was pure national scandal if it got out....
The middle screen…Beth was backed up to the Cardinal’s desk having her cute arsehole licked…acapella highs of delight echoing around the Organ from the Chambers, courtesy of the most sensitive sound recorders….well Beth’s virgin arse was going down almost before Bernard’s eyes…
And Erica was a blur of head jobs and hand jobs along a line of wanking choir boys; most missing their uniforms……oh God…no…you can’t put out three spot fires at once…SHIT, thought Bernard, I'll go down too in the inquiry.
“This is being recorded” Bernard knew it was and Murray just nodded.
Then Murray was looking back behind Bernard. His face locked in near shock.
Monsignor was momentarily caught by Richard's insistence but knew Murray wanted his attention too.
“It’s okay we will erase it", said Richard, "But fuck… what they teach girls at all girls’ colleges these days” from a flabbergasted Richard; whose eyes were caught between Bernard and the screens.
Bernard turned to take in Murray’s concern…too late… he half heard as Richard half finished his comments…his voice overlapping with a familiar female one behind him.
He turned to meet certain exposure of his escapades with the young ladies because followed by:
“Would you like some refreshments gentleman” ….came an extended shocked pause ….then …”Oh my …oh in heavens name…” and Sister Margret accompanied by Sister Rosemary, just slightly behind; started to back off.
Sister Rosemary was crossing herself fighting off what must be Lucifer's work. Here were Beelzebub’s handmaidens of sin. Sister Margret having seen their potential in the gym shower once, was doubly shocked, they had signed Chastity pledges, they were true tricky scheming, unrepentant harlots of Satan.
Rosemary was stepping backwards getting closer to Sister Margret. Both women crowding and squeezing next to each other; only moments from running to tell in disbelief; likely screaming.
Bernard felt there was no way out of this. It would take a miracle. No… it would be a human solution. It was to somehow keep these two female bodies well in front of their moral minds…fuck their brains out …make them so horny….get them filthy slutty hot and active. Implicate them, the co-conspiracy model.
Damn any polite foreplay ...there was no time to warm the nuns up; it was either ribald, blissful heavenly sex action or straight to hell. It was potentially the hottest of sex…this was nuns …virgin middle aged women…. on the fast pluck and heading for a deranged rapid deflowering.
Fuck everyone was going down…the scandal…instant dismissal or goal or fuck there was a camera behind the organ filming them too…screw the nun’s or all get screwed….Bernard chose to try the nuns.
When your planning on the desperate, caught out, like Bernard, he knew it was his duty to take the plainer one first and French them and grope them and hope to Christ it was reciprocated or fuck it would be all over …Sister Margret was taken aback...but didn’t move…the tongue was good…the hand on her arse better…the hand headed under her bulky dress was way more interesting …it was moving fast and trying to touch her fanny…she experienced a new first sensational private wetness.
Sister Rosemary felt a crowd of hardness,as Murray dominated her vision…the security agent taking his lead from Bernard…fuck or flight…it was fuck….
Bernard hit Sister Margret’s fucking pantyhose…shit…he felt around…a slight ladder; he ripped it open….the startling tear really, really exciting her.
Sister Margret went…”Oh my…”
Bernard was down on his knees…too late for a prayer…it was kiss the pussy god or goodbye here…fucking tight white full form cottontails …Bernard spat hard…this was true missionary work…to save himself and the girls…he clenched the wet spot with his teeth and ripped…a gash in the cottontails, his hands were on both sides of it…gripped it…tore it… both ways…shredded her panties into two dangling flaps.
“Oh Christ” said Sister Margret.
“Fuck” said Bernard…then thought there is a God… her beautiful oyster labia dangling free, moist already with a gossamer liquid fluid smear and her pink bullet headed shiny clit already self exposed…and fuckin hairy. Fem bush on display like humans were still copulating up in the evolutionary trees. Wow, thick, wispy, splayed pubes, tangled and dark. Bernard fanned everything out and got his tongue to work. Margret hadn’t got to conscious control; she was rapt, diving within her own disintegrating control, her passionate self finally released and exposed. Her will fragmented in self desire. Bernard was flicking faster than Sister Margret usually reacted to any youthful blasphemy incautiously uttered in her maths class. He knew the assignment; keep her mind behind her body.
Margret knew the obscenities of life but had never, ever uttered them: but now used them all…her self genital shame…gone forever: her previously untouched for life private bits swept away…in euphoric excitement, the new world of touch…fuck she knew now she should have joined those three sluts and their dildo in the gym shower…instead of walking away…walk away… never again …walk into sex yes…seek it…how quickly we can change.
“Oh God…Oh God…that’s fucking sweet Jesus good…more …more…fucking more” she was profligate …descending into debauched desire very quickly. Feeling desire between her own legs and taking in Chas’s explosive captured desire on a screen, cock in her arse, her pussy and mouth. Suddenly Margret wanted multiple cocks too.
Murray took in the crisis as Bernard started reacting; with his security surveillance reaction danger assessment training kicking in automatically.
No he didn’t reach for his gun…he went...assess…react…control…fuck the priest was fast…Bernard was a blur of tongue action in the older Sister’s mouth…he was amazing…he could do any job, control any situation, no wonder he was the Cardinal's right hand man.
Murray didn’t hesitate once Bernard moved, a woman is a woman…still Bernard was generous…he had left the younger one for Murray…his nun had really hot eyes…darting blue… taking in raunchy sounds and sights on the screens…then the sensation of maleness filling space around her… her eyes enlarging in excitement before and as it happened…the gap was imperceptible…only just there… sensation always just ahead of her mind…enough like the hare before the greyhound. Her eyes were darting straight into Murray’s committed browns…his tongue hit hers at speed…shit hers was seeking his…a surprise….tips collided ….his hands unbuttoned her full dark tunic to the waist…faster than reloading his gun in a fire fight…nothing like urgent focus…he dropped her tunic to her waist…a fucking singlet over her bra…he ripped it down…the Bernard technique.
She went “Oh Christ”…but held her position, only because the wall was behind her now.
Murray was tearing through everything…her bra tore open too and two jugs emerged in bountifulness...the real sin had been hiding these and not sharing them… awesome melons …Murray felt the weight of a breast…the true weight of two breasts …lifting them.
The ‘mmm’ of delight from Rosemary indicated his complete control…Fuck he glanced…Bernard’s tongue was covered in pubes.
‘Mmm’ again as he fondled her breasts, surely he was good, but was he that good; and then realised Richard was under her skirt… her pantyhose and white cotton standard undies now around her shins.
Control is all…however Rosemary wasn’t wavering…she hit overdrive of her own…Murray’s zip was down, his own hard organ was out and she was stroking it, finding her rhythm with penis and she was a natural.Her favourite bible character becoming the early Magdalene.
She saw Erica on a screen …sucking penis…right along its length and it disappearing and then reappearing …
Murray guided her down to take head…let the lesson begin….he saw the security screen…shit there was a brunette taking a line of head….a redhead being doubled…but what a cute arse….and a gorgeous femareshole…the fucking Cardinal was pumping a butt; while shanking a blonde pony-tail.
Then he looked down and saw Rosemary’s lips, fulsome sucking like an instant pro, the hunger of twenty lost years exposed. She was cock hungry, man starving and sex famished. She had the cock and was engaged happily for the present instance. Fuck what Erica was doing, she needed her own penis now.
Murray wanted those tits though….so heavy, yet so soft, he guided her up a bit, rubbed his cock over both her nipples…she understood the rest…taking his cock-head and sliding it across her nipples and breasts…Murray educated her…guiding her to a titty fuck… while Richard was now initiating her into the pleasure of randy finger fucking from behind.
Bernard had Margret’s legs spread over a chair's arms….it was primal human pussy waiting, so furry; but the guiding fleshy slices of pink flesh showed the way ,right through the middle and Bernard went in steady ,aware of middle aged virginal joy. She was wet, wide and it was pleasantly easy. She was wriggling her arse, thrashing her legs and moaning louder than the combined efforts of the three girls on the screens. And that trio weren't holding anything back.
Rosemary copied her fellow sister; spread her legs across a chair and her sex lips were fanned out like the Ace of Spaces, beautifully inviting. It was intense and needy at the same time. Richard, then Murray taking turns dipping the wick. Her legs so wide, the puck, suck of trapped air and lubricated moisture added to the senses excess of joy.
It was for a while nearly in sync side by side fucking…the two nuns reaching across and kissing each other as they received the blessed cock and awaited their baptisms in sperm.
Bernard, in a rhythm now; had time and took in the row of screens…thank Christ Beth had finished and Chastity too. Only Erica was somewhere kneeling surrounded in a bukake haze. She looked stunningly beautiful though, showered in sperm, like it was her girly destiny.
Thrust after lingering hard thrust into the two nun’s pussies, they were eager happy girls. The score, sin zero, lust infinity. The guys close to flagging, even though teamed to try and match Rosemary’s libido and growing sexual ego. She was untamed now.
Bernard just kept the pace with Margret and watching for Erica’s slutty sultry exit from the vestry. An external camera catching her exchange with Patrick. Beth had left the Cardinal for choir practice. It appeared Chas was collecting phone numbers or business cards. Ever opportunistic…then she was out too. That part was at least over.
Bernard sprayed Margret’s bushy mound and her legs flexed in delight. Then she realised where she was and how she must have looked. But she relaxed and smiled.
Richard cream pied Rosemary and Murray gave her a decent mouthful of cum. It was over here too.
They were only just decent when Sister Agatha came up the stairs looking for her fellow sisters.
“Sisters, the girls are assembled for their final choir practice….no time for chat…my what a hawk eye set up…” and the principal ran her eye across the screens…everyone behaving…even those St Xavier boys, singing with unusual gusto…at a safe distance from her girls in the Rectory.
Some torn pantyhose and ripped undies in a bin caught her eye, but they didn't look like naughty college girl gear. She thought, some shameless middle aged security divorcee; as they went down to choir practice.
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And so the community celebrated the end of the college senior year. Beth sang her solo like an angel. Her inner calm coursing through the community. It was a feel good moment. Beth's arse still felt great and shared it with the world through her voice. Erica in the back row of the choir kept catching the television camera’s coverage roving eye…she looked straight out of a Botticelli. Serene with self and others. No wonder; she had serviced fifteen cocks in an afternoon.
Chastity was little Ms Perfect, reading the Beatitudes, her voracious sexual needs were satisfied for the moment, words may help other quench their needs, the tranquil committed face of this young woman not deceiving the few in the know… but smart enough to know …how to build her public faced future too.
The trio of sensual seeking libertines all took communion in supposed sin but without a pang of guilt. Life was for young women, it was theirs to command and explore and live. Chas always thought one beatitude was missing: Blessed are those who embrace their own flesh and share it consensually.
There was time for Bernard and Erica and Beth with their attending parents at the end of the mass. So proud of their daughters public efforts. Effusive in shaking Bernard’s hand; who had guided them to Chastity pledges.
Chastity, Bernard saw at a distance, was holding her own with the VIP's. Probably setting up another menage.
Sister Agatha couldn’t find Sister Rosemary or Sister Margret when it was time to supervise getting the girls back to college as a group, past those leering St Xavier boys. Agatha eventually led them back herself. She wasn’t surprised by the way they looked at Erica. She was tall and striking. What those letches from St Xavier’s didn’t know, as Agatha did, quite smugly as she passed them…was Erica’s personal Chastity pledge. She was safe till marriage.
Genitals unlike humans don’t discriminate; they aren’t fussy or choosy in the moment. They don’t put down or disparage others. They just fucking embrace and get on with it. They are the beatitudes of self embracing, they embrace the human in us and humanise us to each other. Rosemary and Margret were already secretly embracing and exploring each other.
The two sisters had gone to see Bernard about the surveillance tapes in his office. He wasn’t there. They actually wanted a copy of themselves for themselves. Naughty Nuns. That copy would only be in memory…held in memory of the participants everywhere today…as Richard and Murray in the interests of the nation deleted every segment.
No Bernard, then they accidental touched, just the brush, as they left his office and it was enough…they craved touch from slight touch…it blossomed openly ,uninhibited by sin and became random fondling and their first chance lesbian genital caresses…both fully naked as they shut the door and stayed in his office.
Bernard had headed for St Anne’s College. He wanted to give the trio a parting gift. No not sex, a gift. He gave a St Cecilia to Beth; she would be fine moderated by her music. A St Sebastian for Erica, her sport could balance her life yet. The Magdalen though for Chastity …and only she would decide in the moment the direction of this token … and her rich gifts to sex and life. The girls had their formal dinner to get ready for. It was goodbyes all round.
Bernard was then in the shadow of the cloister, at St Anne’s. It was spring. Autumn nights and the beginning of the trio of delight seemed so far back. He knew he had to release them but he would miss everything about them. Yes the sex because we are sexual beings designed for pleasure in the moment, orgasm seeking in the moment. Yet held longer in time by association, the associations made beyond bodies frenzied in the minutes of copulation are the ripples through the time which is our life. Salient like the pitch of Beth’s highest note today, the truth depth in the beatitudes read by Chastity and Erica’s inclusion of girls like Meredith in youth’s liveliness. Young women are designed to embrace sex. What a great eighteenth year of life for them all. And middled aged men who lose their sexual trainees?
Bernard found an alcove off the cloister and lit up a fag. This is it, it is finished and the girls will go their way into the world.
Screw this… he lights up another and the promise of future sexual opportunity will be forever associated with the craving of this extra drag because twittering and pushing into each other’s chests across the cloister are Briony Davies and Marsha Steele…yes next year will take care of its self too. Bernard already knows it.
He botted a fag from one of the security guy; Murray, who was having his quick smoke too before heading inside. Mutual craving shared in the moment. They both then joined a Richard in the ‘Big Brother Zone’ upstairs behind the Organ.
It was a quality super tech set up; camera’s everywhere, no place for a cigarette inside , you would be caught out. No rooms off limits either; camera’s set up in the vestry, the Cardinal’s chamber, even the Rectory and fuck it , they included his own office. Well it looked like St Mathews Park was the go to zone, across the road; if he scored a lucky college girl arse today.
It was fairly boring for the rest of the morning. Monsignor was required to be there. The flower ladies drove him insane, especially Miss Hall and Miss Smith. ‘Christ ‘, Patrick owed him one for saving his foreskin over that flashing incident.
”Yes ladies they look perfect “was what he said but secretly he was thinking: ‘Now piss off…I need a fag…desperately.’
That was when he saw multiple trouble and delight coming up the main steps to the vestibule in the guise of :Ms Chastity Palmer, Ms Erica Philips and Ms Bethany Dwyer…the blonde…the brunette and the redhead : or earth, air and fire. Maybe today would be the last time he saw them together or separate. Erica was earthy; she knew she needed sex and lots of it. Still her feet were basically on the ground with her own future and concern for others. He liked how she was inclusive of Meredith. Beth was angelically flitty like rarefied air. Strange how her pussy lips looked like angel winglets too. A young woman who looked too cute to fuck let alone sodomise; but those were your immediate thoughts on seeing her. Chas…a mobile life support unit for pussy and likely butt fucking…she fluttered those eyes, crooked her finger or flipped her dress and you knew you were in. The extremely rare slutty uncomplicated sexual female. She had virtually a male view of opportunistic sex.
Even the supposedly non sexual choir uniform of tartan skirts, full white school monogrammed blouses… neck to wrist covering… and silly tartan neckties , couldn’t deflect from flaunting triple sexuality…they had it…the brunette; her long, long hair…the athletic thighs…the height…Erica…Bernard fantasised red lingerie. Beth…probably light blue or yellow items for her sweet intimate apparel arrange… her dumpling shaped breasts barely contained by the school blouse…her fringe and high filly ponytail…driving him mad with desire as usual…her butt was still on his agenda given half a chance. Sassy Chas; could be commando under that skirt today or probably something very skimpy and black with a matching obvious push up bra; perfect body portfolio management for this now young woman.
Miss Hall and Miss Smith were just background noise; though they were addressing Bernard directly.
He did recover to introduce the girls to Miss H and Miss S. Then excused himself just briefly… seeing why they were here a bit early. Then off they went, one directed to the vestry, one to solo practice, but Erica had wandered off …where? Then Bernard remembered the friggin VIP's would probably be there, better find Chas another room, he wanted her arse fresh, later.
Patrick was sent waddling off to collect Chas. But he puffed back too soon.
He informed the Monsignor the vestry was locked.
Bernard thought Chastity….Chastity…then had a fag first…then a god damn second smoke,. Patrick always had plenty.
Then he headed upstairs. Bernard entered the secure zone set up behind the Organ. He could see Murray and Richard; they were taking in the screens too intently. Next Bernard heard the sounds of male groaning in sex and high pitched girly yelps of delight he was personally familiar with.
The security pair didn’t even notice Bernard.
It was the closed circuit security cameras, the three focus screens loaded with outrageous sex. There was Chastity moaning deliciously loud, with her puckered; expanded, engorged arse pipe being plugged in the Vestry, while her gob was being deep throat-ed in jagged in and out throat tunnelling and her breasts manhandled by: No…Yes… three government ministers…this was way beyond covering up or control; it was pure national scandal if it got out....
The middle screen…Beth was backed up to the Cardinal’s desk having her cute arsehole licked…acapella highs of delight echoing around the Organ from the Chambers, courtesy of the most sensitive sound recorders….well Beth’s virgin arse was going down almost before Bernard’s eyes…
And Erica was a blur of head jobs and hand jobs along a line of wanking choir boys; most missing their uniforms……oh God…no…you can’t put out three spot fires at once…SHIT, thought Bernard, I'll go down too in the inquiry.
“This is being recorded” Bernard knew it was and Murray just nodded.
Then Murray was looking back behind Bernard. His face locked in near shock.
Monsignor was momentarily caught by Richard's insistence but knew Murray wanted his attention too.
“It’s okay we will erase it", said Richard, "But fuck… what they teach girls at all girls’ colleges these days” from a flabbergasted Richard; whose eyes were caught between Bernard and the screens.
Bernard turned to take in Murray’s concern…too late… he half heard as Richard half finished his comments…his voice overlapping with a familiar female one behind him.
He turned to meet certain exposure of his escapades with the young ladies because followed by:
“Would you like some refreshments gentleman” ….came an extended shocked pause ….then …”Oh my …oh in heavens name…” and Sister Margret accompanied by Sister Rosemary, just slightly behind; started to back off.
Sister Rosemary was crossing herself fighting off what must be Lucifer's work. Here were Beelzebub’s handmaidens of sin. Sister Margret having seen their potential in the gym shower once, was doubly shocked, they had signed Chastity pledges, they were true tricky scheming, unrepentant harlots of Satan.
Rosemary was stepping backwards getting closer to Sister Margret. Both women crowding and squeezing next to each other; only moments from running to tell in disbelief; likely screaming.
Bernard felt there was no way out of this. It would take a miracle. No… it would be a human solution. It was to somehow keep these two female bodies well in front of their moral minds…fuck their brains out …make them so horny….get them filthy slutty hot and active. Implicate them, the co-conspiracy model.
Damn any polite foreplay ...there was no time to warm the nuns up; it was either ribald, blissful heavenly sex action or straight to hell. It was potentially the hottest of sex…this was nuns …virgin middle aged women…. on the fast pluck and heading for a deranged rapid deflowering.
Fuck everyone was going down…the scandal…instant dismissal or goal or fuck there was a camera behind the organ filming them too…screw the nun’s or all get screwed….Bernard chose to try the nuns.
When your planning on the desperate, caught out, like Bernard, he knew it was his duty to take the plainer one first and French them and grope them and hope to Christ it was reciprocated or fuck it would be all over …Sister Margret was taken aback...but didn’t move…the tongue was good…the hand on her arse better…the hand headed under her bulky dress was way more interesting …it was moving fast and trying to touch her fanny…she experienced a new first sensational private wetness.
Sister Rosemary felt a crowd of hardness,as Murray dominated her vision…the security agent taking his lead from Bernard…fuck or flight…it was fuck….
Bernard hit Sister Margret’s fucking pantyhose…shit…he felt around…a slight ladder; he ripped it open….the startling tear really, really exciting her.
Sister Margret went…”Oh my…”
Bernard was down on his knees…too late for a prayer…it was kiss the pussy god or goodbye here…fucking tight white full form cottontails …Bernard spat hard…this was true missionary work…to save himself and the girls…he clenched the wet spot with his teeth and ripped…a gash in the cottontails, his hands were on both sides of it…gripped it…tore it… both ways…shredded her panties into two dangling flaps.
“Oh Christ” said Sister Margret.
“Fuck” said Bernard…then thought there is a God… her beautiful oyster labia dangling free, moist already with a gossamer liquid fluid smear and her pink bullet headed shiny clit already self exposed…and fuckin hairy. Fem bush on display like humans were still copulating up in the evolutionary trees. Wow, thick, wispy, splayed pubes, tangled and dark. Bernard fanned everything out and got his tongue to work. Margret hadn’t got to conscious control; she was rapt, diving within her own disintegrating control, her passionate self finally released and exposed. Her will fragmented in self desire. Bernard was flicking faster than Sister Margret usually reacted to any youthful blasphemy incautiously uttered in her maths class. He knew the assignment; keep her mind behind her body.
Margret knew the obscenities of life but had never, ever uttered them: but now used them all…her self genital shame…gone forever: her previously untouched for life private bits swept away…in euphoric excitement, the new world of touch…fuck she knew now she should have joined those three sluts and their dildo in the gym shower…instead of walking away…walk away… never again …walk into sex yes…seek it…how quickly we can change.
“Oh God…Oh God…that’s fucking sweet Jesus good…more …more…fucking more” she was profligate …descending into debauched desire very quickly. Feeling desire between her own legs and taking in Chas’s explosive captured desire on a screen, cock in her arse, her pussy and mouth. Suddenly Margret wanted multiple cocks too.
Murray took in the crisis as Bernard started reacting; with his security surveillance reaction danger assessment training kicking in automatically.
No he didn’t reach for his gun…he went...assess…react…control…fuck the priest was fast…Bernard was a blur of tongue action in the older Sister’s mouth…he was amazing…he could do any job, control any situation, no wonder he was the Cardinal's right hand man.
Murray didn’t hesitate once Bernard moved, a woman is a woman…still Bernard was generous…he had left the younger one for Murray…his nun had really hot eyes…darting blue… taking in raunchy sounds and sights on the screens…then the sensation of maleness filling space around her… her eyes enlarging in excitement before and as it happened…the gap was imperceptible…only just there… sensation always just ahead of her mind…enough like the hare before the greyhound. Her eyes were darting straight into Murray’s committed browns…his tongue hit hers at speed…shit hers was seeking his…a surprise….tips collided ….his hands unbuttoned her full dark tunic to the waist…faster than reloading his gun in a fire fight…nothing like urgent focus…he dropped her tunic to her waist…a fucking singlet over her bra…he ripped it down…the Bernard technique.
She went “Oh Christ”…but held her position, only because the wall was behind her now.
Murray was tearing through everything…her bra tore open too and two jugs emerged in bountifulness...the real sin had been hiding these and not sharing them… awesome melons …Murray felt the weight of a breast…the true weight of two breasts …lifting them.
The ‘mmm’ of delight from Rosemary indicated his complete control…Fuck he glanced…Bernard’s tongue was covered in pubes.
‘Mmm’ again as he fondled her breasts, surely he was good, but was he that good; and then realised Richard was under her skirt… her pantyhose and white cotton standard undies now around her shins.
Control is all…however Rosemary wasn’t wavering…she hit overdrive of her own…Murray’s zip was down, his own hard organ was out and she was stroking it, finding her rhythm with penis and she was a natural.Her favourite bible character becoming the early Magdalene.
She saw Erica on a screen …sucking penis…right along its length and it disappearing and then reappearing …
Murray guided her down to take head…let the lesson begin….he saw the security screen…shit there was a brunette taking a line of head….a redhead being doubled…but what a cute arse….and a gorgeous femareshole…the fucking Cardinal was pumping a butt; while shanking a blonde pony-tail.
Then he looked down and saw Rosemary’s lips, fulsome sucking like an instant pro, the hunger of twenty lost years exposed. She was cock hungry, man starving and sex famished. She had the cock and was engaged happily for the present instance. Fuck what Erica was doing, she needed her own penis now.
Murray wanted those tits though….so heavy, yet so soft, he guided her up a bit, rubbed his cock over both her nipples…she understood the rest…taking his cock-head and sliding it across her nipples and breasts…Murray educated her…guiding her to a titty fuck… while Richard was now initiating her into the pleasure of randy finger fucking from behind.
Bernard had Margret’s legs spread over a chair's arms….it was primal human pussy waiting, so furry; but the guiding fleshy slices of pink flesh showed the way ,right through the middle and Bernard went in steady ,aware of middle aged virginal joy. She was wet, wide and it was pleasantly easy. She was wriggling her arse, thrashing her legs and moaning louder than the combined efforts of the three girls on the screens. And that trio weren't holding anything back.
Rosemary copied her fellow sister; spread her legs across a chair and her sex lips were fanned out like the Ace of Spaces, beautifully inviting. It was intense and needy at the same time. Richard, then Murray taking turns dipping the wick. Her legs so wide, the puck, suck of trapped air and lubricated moisture added to the senses excess of joy.
It was for a while nearly in sync side by side fucking…the two nuns reaching across and kissing each other as they received the blessed cock and awaited their baptisms in sperm.
Bernard, in a rhythm now; had time and took in the row of screens…thank Christ Beth had finished and Chastity too. Only Erica was somewhere kneeling surrounded in a bukake haze. She looked stunningly beautiful though, showered in sperm, like it was her girly destiny.
Thrust after lingering hard thrust into the two nun’s pussies, they were eager happy girls. The score, sin zero, lust infinity. The guys close to flagging, even though teamed to try and match Rosemary’s libido and growing sexual ego. She was untamed now.
Bernard just kept the pace with Margret and watching for Erica’s slutty sultry exit from the vestry. An external camera catching her exchange with Patrick. Beth had left the Cardinal for choir practice. It appeared Chas was collecting phone numbers or business cards. Ever opportunistic…then she was out too. That part was at least over.
Bernard sprayed Margret’s bushy mound and her legs flexed in delight. Then she realised where she was and how she must have looked. But she relaxed and smiled.
Richard cream pied Rosemary and Murray gave her a decent mouthful of cum. It was over here too.
They were only just decent when Sister Agatha came up the stairs looking for her fellow sisters.
“Sisters, the girls are assembled for their final choir practice….no time for chat…my what a hawk eye set up…” and the principal ran her eye across the screens…everyone behaving…even those St Xavier boys, singing with unusual gusto…at a safe distance from her girls in the Rectory.
Some torn pantyhose and ripped undies in a bin caught her eye, but they didn't look like naughty college girl gear. She thought, some shameless middle aged security divorcee; as they went down to choir practice.
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And so the community celebrated the end of the college senior year. Beth sang her solo like an angel. Her inner calm coursing through the community. It was a feel good moment. Beth's arse still felt great and shared it with the world through her voice. Erica in the back row of the choir kept catching the television camera’s coverage roving eye…she looked straight out of a Botticelli. Serene with self and others. No wonder; she had serviced fifteen cocks in an afternoon.
Chastity was little Ms Perfect, reading the Beatitudes, her voracious sexual needs were satisfied for the moment, words may help other quench their needs, the tranquil committed face of this young woman not deceiving the few in the know… but smart enough to know …how to build her public faced future too.
The trio of sensual seeking libertines all took communion in supposed sin but without a pang of guilt. Life was for young women, it was theirs to command and explore and live. Chas always thought one beatitude was missing: Blessed are those who embrace their own flesh and share it consensually.
There was time for Bernard and Erica and Beth with their attending parents at the end of the mass. So proud of their daughters public efforts. Effusive in shaking Bernard’s hand; who had guided them to Chastity pledges.
Chastity, Bernard saw at a distance, was holding her own with the VIP's. Probably setting up another menage.
Sister Agatha couldn’t find Sister Rosemary or Sister Margret when it was time to supervise getting the girls back to college as a group, past those leering St Xavier boys. Agatha eventually led them back herself. She wasn’t surprised by the way they looked at Erica. She was tall and striking. What those letches from St Xavier’s didn’t know, as Agatha did, quite smugly as she passed them…was Erica’s personal Chastity pledge. She was safe till marriage.
Genitals unlike humans don’t discriminate; they aren’t fussy or choosy in the moment. They don’t put down or disparage others. They just fucking embrace and get on with it. They are the beatitudes of self embracing, they embrace the human in us and humanise us to each other. Rosemary and Margret were already secretly embracing and exploring each other.
The two sisters had gone to see Bernard about the surveillance tapes in his office. He wasn’t there. They actually wanted a copy of themselves for themselves. Naughty Nuns. That copy would only be in memory…held in memory of the participants everywhere today…as Richard and Murray in the interests of the nation deleted every segment.
No Bernard, then they accidental touched, just the brush, as they left his office and it was enough…they craved touch from slight touch…it blossomed openly ,uninhibited by sin and became random fondling and their first chance lesbian genital caresses…both fully naked as they shut the door and stayed in his office.
Bernard had headed for St Anne’s College. He wanted to give the trio a parting gift. No not sex, a gift. He gave a St Cecilia to Beth; she would be fine moderated by her music. A St Sebastian for Erica, her sport could balance her life yet. The Magdalen though for Chastity …and only she would decide in the moment the direction of this token … and her rich gifts to sex and life. The girls had their formal dinner to get ready for. It was goodbyes all round.
Bernard was then in the shadow of the cloister, at St Anne’s. It was spring. Autumn nights and the beginning of the trio of delight seemed so far back. He knew he had to release them but he would miss everything about them. Yes the sex because we are sexual beings designed for pleasure in the moment, orgasm seeking in the moment. Yet held longer in time by association, the associations made beyond bodies frenzied in the minutes of copulation are the ripples through the time which is our life. Salient like the pitch of Beth’s highest note today, the truth depth in the beatitudes read by Chastity and Erica’s inclusion of girls like Meredith in youth’s liveliness. Young women are designed to embrace sex. What a great eighteenth year of life for them all. And middled aged men who lose their sexual trainees?
Bernard found an alcove off the cloister and lit up a fag. This is it, it is finished and the girls will go their way into the world.
Screw this… he lights up another and the promise of future sexual opportunity will be forever associated with the craving of this extra drag because twittering and pushing into each other’s chests across the cloister are Briony Davies and Marsha Steele…yes next year will take care of its self too. Bernard already knows it.
Maddy
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