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Monsignor Bernard was having his mid morning drag. Unfortunately outside The Rectory attached to St David’s Cathedral. The do-gooders had finally had smoking banned inside. The late autumn fog was still thick around the local hills and gliding in tuffs down the river valley.
He was interrupted half way through his lingering pleasure when Father O’Flaniggan came puffing out of the diocese office to his right.
“Bernard…Bernard… you are required at” …he needed a breathe …then continued… “At St Anne’s College immediately.”
The Monsignor took another deep full drag. Then carefully stubbed the remainder under the toe of his shiny black boot. The do-gooders would have him collecting his butts next.
“Any idea what the fuss is all about, Patrick” he inquired.
“Yes… Sister Agatha is in a terrible state…she is very agitated … its alcohol and lewd behaviour by some very senior girls.”
Bernard arrived at the school about thirty minutes later. He saw the three perpetrators seated outside Sister Agatha’s office. Demure but with hormones raging; it was Bethany with her head down. Tense and sexually coiled Erica was next to her fidgeting with her hands, tapping with her feet like she just had to be active. Chastity was blowing gum bubbles; the wanton slut, unworried, knowing Bernard would arrive soon. She popped her pink gum and blew him a kiss as he knocked and entered the principal’s office.
Sister Agatha was flustered and dithery. Bernard wanted to swat her like a fly… however patience is a virtue and he gave her; her five minutes of ranting and release. It was as Bernard had suspected Chastity Palmer who had not been careful enough. However, the location was a surprise: the gym change room after hours while the participants were not a shock, Erica Phillips and Bethany Dwyer. It was Sister Margret locking up who caught the three girls scandalously showering naked together wickedly pleasuring each other with a pink vibrator and the devils brew… alcoholic mixed drinks s**ttered empty on the floor.
“ St Anne’s reputation is on the line Monsignor…I can’t expel them …though that is the required action of the board…I should send for their parents and get them all out of here immediately…. However…the three Jezebels are already in our advertising for next year’s intake… as they are all excellent students in their chosen field...we need Erica to Captain and win the inter-athletics trophy for St Anne’s next week, Bethany to perform a solo at the graduation to which the Cardinal has been invited at the end of term …and that Salome ; Chastity …to win the National Spanish, French and German speaking competitions over the next three weeks… this is surely Lucifer's work… or those depraved senior boys from St Xavier’s…but how did the contraband get in my school …surely not when they hosted us at last week debate at St Xavier’s …and in God’s name a vibrator …the sin of those girls…the venial violation of moral standards …what sort of wives will they make …married to our next generation of political and commercial leaders.”
Sister Agatha was still rambling on but Bernard had the gist of the situation. He thought they would make excellent wives. In fact the next generation of leaders probably wouldn’t stray to whores or their secretaries …they wouldn’t be able to get enough of these women as their partners. Bernard was using his experienced mind to decide his personal punishment for these three nubiles pussies. Still he had to articulate a societal punishment verbally for Sister Agatha.
“May I suggest internal suspension …isolation from the rest of the school …separate the sinners…at the diocese Retreat… I will inform their parents personally…rest your sensitive pure unsullied mind … no need for you to inform their mothers about the deviant device, the sex toy ….”
“Monsignor… I place three wayward souls in your hands…you alone can guide then back…you alone can make them glow again in the light of salvation and keep the St Anne’s reputation intact.”
Christ thought Bernard…Sister …don’t make me out to be Jesus himself here… I will however be using my hands to feel them up …I will be guiding my cock into their back-doors and they will be glowing after a week’s retreat…nothing virginal intact... thought to be honest, there isn’t anything virginal currently with the trio.
“We will leave as soon as they are packed… okay; discipline measures settled...let’s have tea …. After you …Sister.”
As they left the office Bernard informed the three girls to pack. They would be accompanying him. Bethany broke into tears… she thought it was expulsion and the thought of Monsignor B informing her mother… being told Bethany had a vibrator in her butt …well her mother who never burped or farted in any company … just wouldn’t cope.
The diocese Retreat was well suited to internal suspension thought Sister Agatha. Bernard was so selfless, so concerned for the girls future direction, the perfect in loco-parentis spiritual guide for that obdurate morally undisciplined hellcat, but so linguistically talented Chastity Palmer. The Retreat library as Bernard had pointed out had the classics in French and German. There was a piano for Bethany, Monsignor could channel her back to the sweet girl she was as a lead chorister. Keep her fingers busy on the keys. While the attached small gym would harness Erica’s excess of energy back on sport not sinful Sapphic contact. Bernard had rightly indicated the retreat had several bedrooms… so there would be no island of Lesbos mischief in any of the girl’s rooms. Bernard made a promise here to Sister Agatha; the girls would behave in their rooms. He wasn’t intending to have any sex in any of the bedrooms anyway. The piano stool, the gym bench press and the library’s antique chaise lounge, all quite suitable for sex in Bernard’s mind.
The girls were packed and Bernard insisted on taking them to the retreat today. Sister Agatha agreed.
As the dioceses’ Range Rover left the school gates, Bernard gave Chastity a sarcastic spray:
“Well all this is way below your A grade game Ms Palmer…what went wrong and don’t spare me the details?”
The detail that Sister Agatha was too embarrassed to ask Sister Margret was what Bernard wanted. A slight hard on to take his mind off the drive. Besides Chastity had a way with both words and vibrators that would make a more candid retelling.
Chastity popped her bubblegum and began: “We had just finished a frickin hot sweaty game of volleyball. That bitchy Sister Dolores didn’t leave us enough time to shower after playing an extra set. Anyway after the rest of the girls left… we stayed. I shared a couple of vodka cruisers from my locker and then we showered together. Now, that was Bethany’s idea. We only intended it be a quick soapy massage but once Erica included the vibrator, I had loaned her earlier in the week… it was on. She was working Bethany’s pussy with the vibrator and my crotch with her other hand. I was finger fucking Erica and Bethany had her finger up my arse. Then while Erica was rimming me, I had the vibrator in Bethany’s moaning butt as Sister Margret came in and left almost instantly. I knew the sisters wouldn’t call us out till morning, so I just urged the girls on… till we were all fully satisfied.”
Bernard barely kept his eyes and mind on the road. All he could think was the girls had already completed the foreplay of their week at the Retreat.
They stopped at a roadhouse for lunch about half way there. The three young women were skittish, frivolous and unpredictable. They really were on the cusp of being untamed. They playfully, lightly and sweetly in seeming innocence nudged into each other. Tenderly giving each other the glance. The trio headed for the ladies restroom.
Thank god this place hadn’t updated to those unisex toilets thought Bernard. Though on second thoughts it could have been an opportunity. He needed a cigarette in the immediate instance anyway.
Monsignor went outside for a drag before joining the girls for lunch. Another of these local councils by-laws that banned smoking in eateries. A cigarette always helped with planning. Though he didn’t want to over chart the week, the libidinous unexpected was frankly very gratifying. He enjoyed his smoke and was about to put the butt in the bin outside. Yeah there was a surveillance camera and a fine warning for littering here. His attention, however, was drawn to a thirty something woman leaving the roadhouse adjusting her skirt and with a very confused look alternating with just a hint of a smile on her face. Just what had that strumpet Chastity organised in the loo? Bernard stubbed his fag into the gravel and went inside and joined the girls with a coffee.
Chastity was indulging herself on a sticky iced bun and she had induced Bethany to partake of a similar item. Both were behaving like tarts licking their lips salaciously and salubriously. Erica had apparently avoided temptation and was eating a salad and drinking bottled water.
“Well Chastity the details."
“You don’t miss anything Bernie…do you” said the impertinent hussy. “She was just washing her hands as we entered the ladies and well I just went straight up behind her and groped her fulsome breasts. She was instantly into the fondling. I don’t know…I just know. I reckon about mid thirty’s, brunette, professional women, on a trip alone. No wedding ring. I got Erica to give her some tongue action. Geez does Erica go in hard and wild with her tongue. Beth needed no prodding; she had her fingers inside the brunettes panties quicker than I got her nipples exposed over the top of her bra. Erica took her left nipple and I took her right. They were cherry red and a licker’s delight. Beth the slut brought up her wet fingers to the woman’s mouth and fed the brunette her own sticky cum from her private nether regions.
I left Erica to work over both her tits. Erica was her champion self caressing, stroking, squeezing the brunette’s now exposed melons. She nuzzled her face between the twin soft jellies. Then petted the nipples with her wet tongue, letting her saliva drip slowly down the woman’s partly exposed body.
I didn’t see any more as I was taking in her snatch. It was only now I became aware that Beth was rimming her butt hole. She was actually out pacing me which is very rare. The brunette was moaning and writhing now. She had no idea where this intensity had come from. I think the college uniforms were a huge turn on. She had the full bushy downy dark snatch under white lace panties and inviting lumpy fleshy lips. Fleshy enough to suck on. She really arched back once I got lapping between her thighs. Or maybe it was Beth’s finger in her butt hole. Still this not to discount the swift work of Erica’s tongue and the rapid squeezing and moulding of her generous breasts with her hands.
I didn’t see the next part unfolding as it did. Erica was up on the sink bench with her legs spread and guiding the brunette’s head between her own legs. Under her school dress she had these frilly red panties. The brunette peeled them to one side and let out a gasp. I don’t think in her wildest dreams she imagined college shaved coochie. She really looked like a woman who was unpacking a surprise basket of goodies. Shit, Bernie… the moisture adhering tackily to Erica’s fleshy spread pleats was turning me on too. The brunette was slurping on Erica’s cherry bud, very excitedly. Erica was enjoying herself immensely.
I got behind the lady and spread the brunette’s thighs just a bit more, taking in her cunt carpet. It was an appetising mossy mound and was it hungry. She then held my head with one of her hands guiding, willing me deeper into her drenching leaking self. She was saturated between her legs, flooded in self pleasure and inundated by the delight dispensed by us three. We were a disciplined college trio.
She came up for air from between Erica’s still unsatisfied legs. Bethany who had been tweaking the brunette’s nipples and her really gorgeous now hanging love bubbles; that were swinging slightly when unsupported by Beth. It was an elemental and raunchy sight. Fulsome natural unsupported breasts happy in themselves. Suddenly that developing tart Beth really staggered me, as she guided the woman’s breast and pointy nipple to her own mouth. I took in that this was absolute new territory for her. The complete absence of guilt or shame would have alarmed even you Monsignor. It was randy, steamy and a****l passion. Shit she lost track of all three of us in the devastatingly powerful self magnetism of intense, ravishingly satisfying; new self pleasure.
The wanton hedonistic spirit in Erica lost control at this point too and she was masturbating at speed, taking in the voluptuous display of breast and nipple being self pleased by the brunette. Shit even I became my baser profligate wilder self and went straight for Erica’s lustrous, glimmering, viscous spread pleats of skin. She was way over the line and was cruising effortlessly to a shattering orgasm. While my tongue sucked her labia she had her fingers circulating with intense speed around her engorged clit. Frig were her fingers moving fast.
Bethany was on the bench next to her. Her white cotton tails to the side and the brunette let out an ‘ah’ of appreciation when sighting our musicians delicate pink fairy wings, again resting against silky white shaved skin. She was then curling her tongue tip around Beth’s folds of Persian pink delight. Beth looked over and saw Erica’s frenzied finger work on herself and decided to copy it. It was duplicated pleasure. It was primal delight. It was insanely randy and ribald, dual mutual masturbation, Bernie. It was as close to identical orgasms as it’s probably possible for two women to get. Fuck it was awesome Bernie…you would have appreciated it. Beth let it all out with a beautiful long sigh, like an extremely sustained musical note, and then held it all in under her fully flushed skin. Held it to herself the bitch. Erica’s breathes shortened at the same time, then her face tensed in ecstatic rapture, and intense contortion, she peaked with a splendid; ‘Oh fucking god ‘…which caught us all by surprise and basically she was sated beyond satiation. It was the equivalent of a high jump world record. She had nowhere else to go.
It then that the brunette lady realised what she looked like. Catching her own reflection in the mirror. Her fleshy jugs hanging out over her bra. Her skirt hitched up around her waist and her panties around her thighs. Her skin sweaty and rosy.
I saw her take in us three girls fully for the first time as we too adjusted our uniforms, while she tucked and buttoned her flesh away too. She really didn’t know what to make of us.
She said a polite thank-you and handed me her card as she exited the toilets.
I smirked and then read it aloud to the other two: “Madeline Scott, Principal, Assumption Girls College, Ashwood”, said Chastity as she finished the story.
Bernard grinned too and ordered a second coffee.
It only now the Monsieur became aware of the downward fixated stare of two truckies at a table across the diner from them. Their gaze was focused under the girls and their table. What the fuck was Chastity playing at or more to the point playing with? The fornicatress was exposing hers genitals under the table. Probably had been all the way through the retelling. Bernard was positioned closer to see what the truckies could see from a distance. Her pink panties pushed deep into the crack of her slit, so her lips were revealed on both sides of the cotton; her spinnaker poutish labial lip stretched out by her pinched fingers and her cute jib snugly awaiting its call to duty.
“Time to get moving again girls…lets hit the road” said Bernard.
Erica was on the front seat beside Bernard. She was listening to a self motivational tape. The true athlete’s dedication to mental priming but very handy for sexual sustenance too. Chastity was reading aloud from Nabokov’s l****a in French. Bethany didn’t have a clue as to the meaning, unlike Bernard; but seemed happily engaged with something whilst taking in the red heads sexy lilting voice. Bernard adjusted the rear-view mirror. He should have known. Beth’s fingers were coaxing and flirting with pussy meat inside Chastity’s pink panties.
Bernard wound down the driver’s window. It was fine clear autumn afternoon. He lit up and rested his arm on the open ledge. God life was good and smoking wasn’t banned in private vehicles just yet. He had a whole week of these delectable youthful treasures. He concentrated in the short term on the road ahead as he took another long deep satisfying drag of his unfiltered fag.
He was interrupted half way through his lingering pleasure when Father O’Flaniggan came puffing out of the diocese office to his right.
“Bernard…Bernard… you are required at” …he needed a breathe …then continued… “At St Anne’s College immediately.”
The Monsignor took another deep full drag. Then carefully stubbed the remainder under the toe of his shiny black boot. The do-gooders would have him collecting his butts next.
“Any idea what the fuss is all about, Patrick” he inquired.
“Yes… Sister Agatha is in a terrible state…she is very agitated … its alcohol and lewd behaviour by some very senior girls.”
Bernard arrived at the school about thirty minutes later. He saw the three perpetrators seated outside Sister Agatha’s office. Demure but with hormones raging; it was Bethany with her head down. Tense and sexually coiled Erica was next to her fidgeting with her hands, tapping with her feet like she just had to be active. Chastity was blowing gum bubbles; the wanton slut, unworried, knowing Bernard would arrive soon. She popped her pink gum and blew him a kiss as he knocked and entered the principal’s office.
Sister Agatha was flustered and dithery. Bernard wanted to swat her like a fly… however patience is a virtue and he gave her; her five minutes of ranting and release. It was as Bernard had suspected Chastity Palmer who had not been careful enough. However, the location was a surprise: the gym change room after hours while the participants were not a shock, Erica Phillips and Bethany Dwyer. It was Sister Margret locking up who caught the three girls scandalously showering naked together wickedly pleasuring each other with a pink vibrator and the devils brew… alcoholic mixed drinks s**ttered empty on the floor.
“ St Anne’s reputation is on the line Monsignor…I can’t expel them …though that is the required action of the board…I should send for their parents and get them all out of here immediately…. However…the three Jezebels are already in our advertising for next year’s intake… as they are all excellent students in their chosen field...we need Erica to Captain and win the inter-athletics trophy for St Anne’s next week, Bethany to perform a solo at the graduation to which the Cardinal has been invited at the end of term …and that Salome ; Chastity …to win the National Spanish, French and German speaking competitions over the next three weeks… this is surely Lucifer's work… or those depraved senior boys from St Xavier’s…but how did the contraband get in my school …surely not when they hosted us at last week debate at St Xavier’s …and in God’s name a vibrator …the sin of those girls…the venial violation of moral standards …what sort of wives will they make …married to our next generation of political and commercial leaders.”
Sister Agatha was still rambling on but Bernard had the gist of the situation. He thought they would make excellent wives. In fact the next generation of leaders probably wouldn’t stray to whores or their secretaries …they wouldn’t be able to get enough of these women as their partners. Bernard was using his experienced mind to decide his personal punishment for these three nubiles pussies. Still he had to articulate a societal punishment verbally for Sister Agatha.
“May I suggest internal suspension …isolation from the rest of the school …separate the sinners…at the diocese Retreat… I will inform their parents personally…rest your sensitive pure unsullied mind … no need for you to inform their mothers about the deviant device, the sex toy ….”
“Monsignor… I place three wayward souls in your hands…you alone can guide then back…you alone can make them glow again in the light of salvation and keep the St Anne’s reputation intact.”
Christ thought Bernard…Sister …don’t make me out to be Jesus himself here… I will however be using my hands to feel them up …I will be guiding my cock into their back-doors and they will be glowing after a week’s retreat…nothing virginal intact... thought to be honest, there isn’t anything virginal currently with the trio.
“We will leave as soon as they are packed… okay; discipline measures settled...let’s have tea …. After you …Sister.”
As they left the office Bernard informed the three girls to pack. They would be accompanying him. Bethany broke into tears… she thought it was expulsion and the thought of Monsignor B informing her mother… being told Bethany had a vibrator in her butt …well her mother who never burped or farted in any company … just wouldn’t cope.
The diocese Retreat was well suited to internal suspension thought Sister Agatha. Bernard was so selfless, so concerned for the girls future direction, the perfect in loco-parentis spiritual guide for that obdurate morally undisciplined hellcat, but so linguistically talented Chastity Palmer. The Retreat library as Bernard had pointed out had the classics in French and German. There was a piano for Bethany, Monsignor could channel her back to the sweet girl she was as a lead chorister. Keep her fingers busy on the keys. While the attached small gym would harness Erica’s excess of energy back on sport not sinful Sapphic contact. Bernard had rightly indicated the retreat had several bedrooms… so there would be no island of Lesbos mischief in any of the girl’s rooms. Bernard made a promise here to Sister Agatha; the girls would behave in their rooms. He wasn’t intending to have any sex in any of the bedrooms anyway. The piano stool, the gym bench press and the library’s antique chaise lounge, all quite suitable for sex in Bernard’s mind.
The girls were packed and Bernard insisted on taking them to the retreat today. Sister Agatha agreed.
As the dioceses’ Range Rover left the school gates, Bernard gave Chastity a sarcastic spray:
“Well all this is way below your A grade game Ms Palmer…what went wrong and don’t spare me the details?”
The detail that Sister Agatha was too embarrassed to ask Sister Margret was what Bernard wanted. A slight hard on to take his mind off the drive. Besides Chastity had a way with both words and vibrators that would make a more candid retelling.
Chastity popped her bubblegum and began: “We had just finished a frickin hot sweaty game of volleyball. That bitchy Sister Dolores didn’t leave us enough time to shower after playing an extra set. Anyway after the rest of the girls left… we stayed. I shared a couple of vodka cruisers from my locker and then we showered together. Now, that was Bethany’s idea. We only intended it be a quick soapy massage but once Erica included the vibrator, I had loaned her earlier in the week… it was on. She was working Bethany’s pussy with the vibrator and my crotch with her other hand. I was finger fucking Erica and Bethany had her finger up my arse. Then while Erica was rimming me, I had the vibrator in Bethany’s moaning butt as Sister Margret came in and left almost instantly. I knew the sisters wouldn’t call us out till morning, so I just urged the girls on… till we were all fully satisfied.”
Bernard barely kept his eyes and mind on the road. All he could think was the girls had already completed the foreplay of their week at the Retreat.
They stopped at a roadhouse for lunch about half way there. The three young women were skittish, frivolous and unpredictable. They really were on the cusp of being untamed. They playfully, lightly and sweetly in seeming innocence nudged into each other. Tenderly giving each other the glance. The trio headed for the ladies restroom.
Thank god this place hadn’t updated to those unisex toilets thought Bernard. Though on second thoughts it could have been an opportunity. He needed a cigarette in the immediate instance anyway.
Monsignor went outside for a drag before joining the girls for lunch. Another of these local councils by-laws that banned smoking in eateries. A cigarette always helped with planning. Though he didn’t want to over chart the week, the libidinous unexpected was frankly very gratifying. He enjoyed his smoke and was about to put the butt in the bin outside. Yeah there was a surveillance camera and a fine warning for littering here. His attention, however, was drawn to a thirty something woman leaving the roadhouse adjusting her skirt and with a very confused look alternating with just a hint of a smile on her face. Just what had that strumpet Chastity organised in the loo? Bernard stubbed his fag into the gravel and went inside and joined the girls with a coffee.
Chastity was indulging herself on a sticky iced bun and she had induced Bethany to partake of a similar item. Both were behaving like tarts licking their lips salaciously and salubriously. Erica had apparently avoided temptation and was eating a salad and drinking bottled water.
“Well Chastity the details."
“You don’t miss anything Bernie…do you” said the impertinent hussy. “She was just washing her hands as we entered the ladies and well I just went straight up behind her and groped her fulsome breasts. She was instantly into the fondling. I don’t know…I just know. I reckon about mid thirty’s, brunette, professional women, on a trip alone. No wedding ring. I got Erica to give her some tongue action. Geez does Erica go in hard and wild with her tongue. Beth needed no prodding; she had her fingers inside the brunettes panties quicker than I got her nipples exposed over the top of her bra. Erica took her left nipple and I took her right. They were cherry red and a licker’s delight. Beth the slut brought up her wet fingers to the woman’s mouth and fed the brunette her own sticky cum from her private nether regions.
I left Erica to work over both her tits. Erica was her champion self caressing, stroking, squeezing the brunette’s now exposed melons. She nuzzled her face between the twin soft jellies. Then petted the nipples with her wet tongue, letting her saliva drip slowly down the woman’s partly exposed body.
I didn’t see any more as I was taking in her snatch. It was only now I became aware that Beth was rimming her butt hole. She was actually out pacing me which is very rare. The brunette was moaning and writhing now. She had no idea where this intensity had come from. I think the college uniforms were a huge turn on. She had the full bushy downy dark snatch under white lace panties and inviting lumpy fleshy lips. Fleshy enough to suck on. She really arched back once I got lapping between her thighs. Or maybe it was Beth’s finger in her butt hole. Still this not to discount the swift work of Erica’s tongue and the rapid squeezing and moulding of her generous breasts with her hands.
I didn’t see the next part unfolding as it did. Erica was up on the sink bench with her legs spread and guiding the brunette’s head between her own legs. Under her school dress she had these frilly red panties. The brunette peeled them to one side and let out a gasp. I don’t think in her wildest dreams she imagined college shaved coochie. She really looked like a woman who was unpacking a surprise basket of goodies. Shit, Bernie… the moisture adhering tackily to Erica’s fleshy spread pleats was turning me on too. The brunette was slurping on Erica’s cherry bud, very excitedly. Erica was enjoying herself immensely.
I got behind the lady and spread the brunette’s thighs just a bit more, taking in her cunt carpet. It was an appetising mossy mound and was it hungry. She then held my head with one of her hands guiding, willing me deeper into her drenching leaking self. She was saturated between her legs, flooded in self pleasure and inundated by the delight dispensed by us three. We were a disciplined college trio.
She came up for air from between Erica’s still unsatisfied legs. Bethany who had been tweaking the brunette’s nipples and her really gorgeous now hanging love bubbles; that were swinging slightly when unsupported by Beth. It was an elemental and raunchy sight. Fulsome natural unsupported breasts happy in themselves. Suddenly that developing tart Beth really staggered me, as she guided the woman’s breast and pointy nipple to her own mouth. I took in that this was absolute new territory for her. The complete absence of guilt or shame would have alarmed even you Monsignor. It was randy, steamy and a****l passion. Shit she lost track of all three of us in the devastatingly powerful self magnetism of intense, ravishingly satisfying; new self pleasure.
The wanton hedonistic spirit in Erica lost control at this point too and she was masturbating at speed, taking in the voluptuous display of breast and nipple being self pleased by the brunette. Shit even I became my baser profligate wilder self and went straight for Erica’s lustrous, glimmering, viscous spread pleats of skin. She was way over the line and was cruising effortlessly to a shattering orgasm. While my tongue sucked her labia she had her fingers circulating with intense speed around her engorged clit. Frig were her fingers moving fast.
Bethany was on the bench next to her. Her white cotton tails to the side and the brunette let out an ‘ah’ of appreciation when sighting our musicians delicate pink fairy wings, again resting against silky white shaved skin. She was then curling her tongue tip around Beth’s folds of Persian pink delight. Beth looked over and saw Erica’s frenzied finger work on herself and decided to copy it. It was duplicated pleasure. It was primal delight. It was insanely randy and ribald, dual mutual masturbation, Bernie. It was as close to identical orgasms as it’s probably possible for two women to get. Fuck it was awesome Bernie…you would have appreciated it. Beth let it all out with a beautiful long sigh, like an extremely sustained musical note, and then held it all in under her fully flushed skin. Held it to herself the bitch. Erica’s breathes shortened at the same time, then her face tensed in ecstatic rapture, and intense contortion, she peaked with a splendid; ‘Oh fucking god ‘…which caught us all by surprise and basically she was sated beyond satiation. It was the equivalent of a high jump world record. She had nowhere else to go.
It then that the brunette lady realised what she looked like. Catching her own reflection in the mirror. Her fleshy jugs hanging out over her bra. Her skirt hitched up around her waist and her panties around her thighs. Her skin sweaty and rosy.
I saw her take in us three girls fully for the first time as we too adjusted our uniforms, while she tucked and buttoned her flesh away too. She really didn’t know what to make of us.
She said a polite thank-you and handed me her card as she exited the toilets.
I smirked and then read it aloud to the other two: “Madeline Scott, Principal, Assumption Girls College, Ashwood”, said Chastity as she finished the story.
Bernard grinned too and ordered a second coffee.
It only now the Monsieur became aware of the downward fixated stare of two truckies at a table across the diner from them. Their gaze was focused under the girls and their table. What the fuck was Chastity playing at or more to the point playing with? The fornicatress was exposing hers genitals under the table. Probably had been all the way through the retelling. Bernard was positioned closer to see what the truckies could see from a distance. Her pink panties pushed deep into the crack of her slit, so her lips were revealed on both sides of the cotton; her spinnaker poutish labial lip stretched out by her pinched fingers and her cute jib snugly awaiting its call to duty.
“Time to get moving again girls…lets hit the road” said Bernard.
Erica was on the front seat beside Bernard. She was listening to a self motivational tape. The true athlete’s dedication to mental priming but very handy for sexual sustenance too. Chastity was reading aloud from Nabokov’s l****a in French. Bethany didn’t have a clue as to the meaning, unlike Bernard; but seemed happily engaged with something whilst taking in the red heads sexy lilting voice. Bernard adjusted the rear-view mirror. He should have known. Beth’s fingers were coaxing and flirting with pussy meat inside Chastity’s pink panties.
Bernard wound down the driver’s window. It was fine clear autumn afternoon. He lit up and rested his arm on the open ledge. God life was good and smoking wasn’t banned in private vehicles just yet. He had a whole week of these delectable youthful treasures. He concentrated in the short term on the road ahead as he took another long deep satisfying drag of his unfiltered fag.
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