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“My arse please” from Beth…if you had a booty shot like this girl… eventually it’s time for the cracking tool and she wanted it to be memorable.
Beth’s first thought on catching sight of Bernard in the vestibule was that the Monsignor really needed a fag.
Beth paused like Erica and Chastity to say hi to Monsignor Bernard. He had suggested the Cardinal’s chambers as a place to practice her solo undisturbed. Bernard, she thought, looked extremely exasperated dealing with two old dears arranging flowers in the vestibule. He needed two fags now, she thought, as she headed off…acapella… in her mind.
Beth was fluttering through the Cathedral near the apse like a happy butterfly. Chas was responsible for that. Her pussy had been purred to satisfaction before breakfast. Her only irritation right now in life was her choir uniform; the top so restricting, the tartan skirt was okay, but the blouse, neck to cuff chaffing… and the tartan necktie …well enough said. Still as Chas said, it what’s underneath that counts …the undies and your pussy’s intent. Beth had a gorgeous canary yellow matching bra and knickers set. Her muffin breasts feeling moist and hot like they were fresh out of the oven. They just needed munching on …girl or boy …she wasn’t fussed at all. Maybe she should find and join Erica who was intent on the whole boys choir?
Beth was all optimism…you never knew outside the college gates…that enclosed world of restricted cloistered pretend virginal feminism was nearly over for ever …the real world had college boys and men…lurking somewhere here…she hoped Erica wasn’t occupying them all.
Maybe the Cardinal’s chambers were the West wing…not the East Wing. Still let’s have a look down here, she said to herself. Maybe today her reverse cleavage would see some action. She felt ready. Guys really needed to get over her hymenally looking innocent face and poke her rear end. She knew her coochie fairy winglets distracted the guys too easily ….but she could handle both holes getting equal attention…she would settle for unfair attention…as long as her butt was included…her sweet little arsehole was currently awaiting action more patiently than the last cock in bukake line. Chas had rimmed her back-end and boy it was good. Beth had got her tongue tip into a few back-doors herself but wanted more…it was time for her own balloon knot to be pricked. She squeezed her own thighs remembering how Erica and Chas shared a vibrator in her butt in the shower earlier in the term. She was ready for a guy’s joystick, for a cock rocket in her corn-hole. Oh, where was this silly Cardinal's office, to practice?
Still she didn’t want her clit to miss out. It was the most perfect piece of creation in the universe…in her mind… equal first with cocks…her clit… it centred her pleasure, then dispersed it…maybe she would touch herself there as a cock split her bum cheeks…nice thought…
There it was…West after all. The Cardinal’s room…further back off a side alcove …solo practice…solo…sometimes okay for sex but paired was better …solo public performance …this was her moment …so serious prep was needed … a big community events…parents attending…VIP’s …the Cardinal himself later.
Knock…Knock…I am a polite girl, she thought. Even if no one should be here.
“Who’s there?”
“Oh excuse me" , on entering from Beth, "I was told the room was available to practice my solo for the community mass…oh excuse me…I didn’t realise it was your eminence…oh I’ll go elsewhere…”
“No...No...Please come in” …the Cardinal had actually had to go to the door and call Beth back.
Seeing the peaches and cream college lass back on had only doubled his desire. Front on he had already taken in her strawberry blonde ponytail and fringe and her spongy puffy barely contained breasts. Her thighs were buttery smooth, only ankle white socks covering freshly shaved legs… so cute …he already wanted to butter her hidden muffin with his own cum…that was until her shapely rump, two gorgeous cushion cheeks filled his mind and raised his best friend ….between his own legs…her rear cheeks were both male aspirational and inspirational , the seldom seen nude; white fleshy pure sugar coated buttock buns…he had to have them…he was fixated…they were the true proportioned female hemispheres, perfectly balanced and he was going to split them…that was his personal cardinal rule of the moment and nothing would induce him to break it…he would break her if necessary…
Beth came back. Innocent enough. Bernard was Bernard. Other religious men were well… old and safe and trusted.
Maybe not that Father O’Flaniggan, the flasher.
This Cardinal was getting on, she told herself…harmless like her grandfather.
He offered her a seat and a glass of water. The Cardinal may have clocked up the years but time was no issue in his pants….it was hardening like it hadn’t in a long time…Viagra free too. Use any stratagem to get the girl close was his dominating thought.
“My ring….young lady…would you like to kiss my ring” …he actually had rimming and kissing her unseen ring in mind.
But first things first. He needed her closer.
Beth had that moment… clarity…filth was here… recognition of a dirty old man moment…well you never can tell…have an idea …well test it….she opened her legs out …feet pointed out….skirt stretched…yellow panties visible in their flimsy barely camel toe covering delight…. and it was confirmed …one very randy dirty old Cardinal was on the other side of the desk…okay thought Beth…let’s see where it leads…
She went around the edge of his desk and his hands directed her to sit on his thighs.
”Christ “she said as she felt his mass of trapped meat squash into her butt cheeks.
The Cardinal was already feeling her breasts through her blouse …they had that …fluffy white light airiness of freshly whipped French vanilla creams …oh God what would they be like freed from her clothes…there were in fact tasty morsels of fondling supple fondant… real life double crème fresh…scoops of womanhood sent from heaven just for the man of the moment…. as he released them and played with them.
Her yellow brassiere was driving the Cardinal to distraction ….Beth’s breasts jiggling and holding high over her bra. Beth’s blonde hair and yellow lace, cherry nipples and lustrous fulsome breasts…shaped like gravity defying teardrops…sweet, sweet ripe young breasts… making a senior citizen sigh and groan.
Her fair, short, fuzzy pubic growth and her shiny folds of intricate fem- origami flesh were revealed as he peeled her yellow panties to one side…yellow and blonde fuzz melting together…complimentary…fabric and nature sharing the scene…edgy frilly lace… furry renewed pubic growth…her inner lips spreading open like a cootie catcher…her fortune no secret …her treasure chest was open…her flaplets revealed….his uncircumcised prick teased her pubic fuzz, her mound was like the skin of a peach.
Beth looked intently at his prick…the uncircumcised tip a fleshy turn on… attractive in a new way…his head appearing, then disappearing in its own skin hood…glistening and firmer each time it appeared…lubricating itself like her clitty under it hood right now… as he nuzzled his cock in her personal X rated zone.
Beth formed her own cardinal intent…a butt fuck… she stood over his blue veined throbber… he got the full view ….her sweet back eye slice…and speared her balloon knot with his ring finger…. Beth could feel the metal tweaking around her crevice…mmm nice…. The Cardinal took in her flanking butt cheeks and the fair pubes and glistening pinkish winglets against her yellow panties….he was enjoying her wriggling elation…she was happy.
“My arse please” from Beth…if you had a booty shot like this girl… eventually it’s time for the cracking tool and she wanted it to be memorable.
She added: “Now and hard thank-you…” always polite our Beth, even when it was her rear broad smile on display …though she turned slightly and he got the double smile…her face too.
She was bent over the large desk. The thrill is in the moment of entry, the enjoyment in the moment of pushing and the pleasure, the deep pleasure in self with the first deeper thrust and the puckered withdrawal, the tightness of felt shape comes first for her. His cock held by flesh, a rigid flesh rod captivated by tight butt flesh… the secret wonder is exposed… of skin skinning in, skin skinning out of fem-butt, held firm, held tight, his male delight…conjoined with… held in…frictional tight delight for Beth.
He was squeezed into her arse tighter than when he had fortuitously shared a frenzied copulation in a confessional with two nuns as a young priest…many many years ago. Beth was tight…The Cardinal enjoyed the sight of tight…but it is the feel of tight that delighted and would endure.
Beth may or may not have a soul…in this instance she wants to be embraced and loves and lives the moment only for the cock in her arse…her centre of Beth… if she has a soul it is here in her arsehole…, earth, earth is fine, her arse had found salvation, so too had her core of individual well being and worth… we all embrace essential self differently…this wasn’t a job for a boy; nor deserving of Bernard…she had seen Monsignor take Erica’s butt in the infirmary …but not hers…her butt was destined for and needed star treatment…she felt right…this was right…it was awesomely right…she joined Chas’s and Erica’s knowing of this…in her own way…this was her arse moment and she savoured it.
Deliciously anticipated, each deep thrust … held… then came the moments of continuous arse given pleasure …the best…the very best moments were here now….past sex was just that in the moment…past…here was pleasure now….received…received again….intimately receiving…we can live for no more than in the instance …. the rapture of receiving pleasure …pleasure given to us…for us…her arse held her complete being.
Still Beth’s pussy’s craved play time too… it would not be denied….she was teasing her clit with her fingers while her arse was pucker fucked.
“My cunt now…please” …the politeness more confronting than her crude language for her fem-cave. She was clearing the table with her butt, the paperweight push back, the letter opener nearly stabbing her ivory skin, a photo frame hitting the floor and breaking… diocese letterheads fluttering, floating momentarily, then s**ttering and falling…inconsequential in the instance.
The Cardinal was currently in the promised land…the thought of his cock being demanded elsewhere required a supreme act of will…it was the delicious sweet rudeness in her soft voice …that guided his cock out of her arse … to its open-minded near neighbour…her waiting cosy coozie.
Fuck thought the Cardinal here was Eden… Beth’s pussy was a rarely found paradise on earth…cocks bliss…penis paradise…male over excitement…pleasure saturation…it combined the male frictional pleasure of one in sex, with the fusional pleasure of two in sex: then fissionable pleasure of sex and the fruition of shared pleasure in sex… because he heard and saw…her breathing in her stretched lung cage…her bouncy boobs , her writhing body, her sky pointing butt, all Beth …parts of Beth… all held here ; then its only her cunt, she is life in her cunt…her cunt is cumming...it’s a lush lingering orgasm ….it releases self in pleasure and holds pleasure for Beth’s focus alone in her clit tip, pleasure flowing to her girly nub ,then everywhere…its fantastical …like self is in a dream…feathery spasms caught like a dream catcher…a timbre in the moment like a reverberating wind chime… resonant with mellifluous splurges of delight…the body on a careening spree of hedonism …a binge of self satisfaction…legs indecently, indecorously, care freely wide and high …taking it all…the delight of being eighteen and having a really good fuck.
Pleasure for the Cardinal is centred in his penis tip, held in the tip, the edge of his being is ready to explode…he wants to finish in her arse…she gasps…he compresses into the original tightness…great…he jags and jags in and out of her arse. He drills her chocolate star-fish deep. She is in anal ecstasy.
But our Beth is a good girl, she remembers the Cardinal's ring. She has the old codger bent over the desk like she was, except now she has a man's arse to play with and a prick to tug back between his legs. Her cute long pink tongue is rimming the Cardinal's ring very intently. She is good at this. She has him groaning. His cock harder than it was in her arse. Such sweet kisses planted on and in his exposed ring. Her tongue twisting deep in his butt-hole. The more he groans, the more she twists her tongue. Rilling with a sluice of saliva. In his arse trough like a snorting piglet, her nose and face buried in flesh too. Her tongue tip impregnating his butt-hole with moist, warmish girly spit. The dirty, dirty, delightful dear. Circling, in tight little pressing increments, till the sensitive inner lines of his anus engorge like a scallop shell. Her tongue tip touring each runnel. He is arse-heaven and this could continue for all eternity....
However, our Beth's over-worked but happy tongue is a tad tired and her body needs a finale: though she not sure if it should be: her face, her , her mouth, her boobs, her pussy , her arse ; all demand cum. But its her butt's day.
The Cardinal gets her glorious puckered gaped anal furrow one last time; as her toes are pointing directly to the ceiling and her thighs and her never to be forgotten butt cheeks are spread; spread indecently wide; as only a young woman can. He shoots in her arse…she gasps again and again; as cum dribbles and basks in self satisfaction on her charming rim…globs of male self are shaping her back-door and then they are joined by a clear liquid stream, her own soft gush, that she just had to let go. Then she was over-whelmed by a series of uncontrollable vaginal clenches. My. my. her arse's joy had caused a sexual chain-reaction.
Oh screw returning to what the world demands. Because soon after; Beth tidied her choir uniform and The Cardinal is well, the Cardinal, in his robes.
No embarrassment here; she asked politely if she could stay and practice …where else could she go…she needs to practice her solo for the afternoon final college celebration mass.
Of course she can stay; responds the Cardinal.
She is acapella…an angel thinks the Cardinal…he couldn’t have fucked an angel …yet he had…he asked if he could smoke his pipe.
Beth was indifferent to that… it looked a manly ritual…she much preferred the rites of sex…still he was relaxed…and she knew it was her calm post coital voice combined with the vanilla cream flakes in the tobacco that reminded the Cardinal of her soft breasts and wrapping butt hole; and that added to his enjoyment.
Men so easy to tame; thought Beth.
To be continued as: College Celebrations: Erica
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