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* Keep Denver *
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"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law."
       - A.L. I. 40.

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Disclaimer

This story contains description of sexual activities also involving underage. If you are under the proper age (usually 18 or 21), or your religion, beliefs, morality forbid you to read such - delete this file now. Otherwise, have fun. It was never my intention to encourage anyone to undertaking such an activity - it is illegal to commit such acts and of doubtful moral background. I would also never encourage anyone to drinking alcohol or using illicit substances as the heroes of the story do. Treat it as pure fiction for fun, OK?

You are allowed to distribute this file as long as it remains intact with all the disclaimers and acknowledgement and you don't charge money for it. If you want to put this file on any kind of payable site, list, CD or whatever, you need to obtain my permission first. Copyright by Keep Denver 2001, 2003, 2004.

Comments and flames welcome at keepdenver@europe.com . Only constructive criticism is appreciated. If you wish, suggest a story, but I don't promise to fulfill all requests.

Now, from this place here I'd like to thank the following people:

NetWanderer - for writing Girl Scout Camp Adventures
NightShade - for writing Camp Nurse
Nobo Cough - for writing CuzLuv

These people inspired me for writing "Girls".

Greetings go to all the people from "Incestuous Forum" on Mr. Double's Palisade - I've had and still have a great time reading your posts. Keep it up, guys!

Now, codes for the story: f_solo, M_solo, ff, ff+ MF, Mf, Mf+, anal, oral, rape, 1st, voy, alcohol, drugs


Keep Denver

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The story so far:

Part I - Dormitory Girls

Coming next:

Part II - Unfortunate Misunderstanding
Part III - Farewell And Welcome
Part IV - The Memories Of Father Donovan
Part V - Alice in Wonderland
Part VI - First Blood
Part VII - Father, I Have Sinned (not ready)

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THE GIRLS OF ST. DUMAS

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Part I - Dormitory Girls

The School of St. Dumas was an old, Christian school with long traditions. The facility has given education and bringing up to couple generations of young ladies from the best homes in that particular area and not only. The founder of the school was a member of a forgotten Order of St. Dumas, supposedly originating from a split of the Templar Knights. In fact, nobody ever assumed such a man to be saint, nor there was any mention about St. Dumas in any scripture in Rome or any eastern metropolis. Still, the name however strange, was there.

St. Dumas aspired to be an elite school, with high level of education and all that stuff. It also had very strict rules, almost like a monastery. This was because the school was a girl-only facility. The girls started education as early as five and continued till the age of 17, when they were ready to attend some good college or start at university. They started as little kids, not even able to read, but graduated as young, educated women. Although one may argue they were really aware of being women, as the school didn't give them many opportunities to realize that. It was run by nuns in order to separate the good girls from any possible influence of evil masculine swines. Thanks to that, the only men that were possible for the girls to be met at the area of school was the priest that ran the school's chapel and the old, 200-year old gardener who looked more like Yoda than a man. All that made the girls long for even an image of man. They had hardly any possibility to see one as they were not allowed to leave the area of school. Anyway - it was probably too big to leave it on foot. The only times they were let out, was when their parents arrived, but that wasn't really a common thing, usually two-three times a year, plus most of them spent their summer holidays at home.

These holidays were always the source of wildest stories, fantasies and dreams. Although everyone tried to prevent it, the girls couldn't and what more important didn't want to deny their nature. Coming back to school after holidays they brought the stories of boys.

All through the facility, the girls knew the magical code, A - for kissing, B - for petting, C - ... There was only couple of them who claimed to have reached C. That induced well understood jealousy. These stories fertilized the minds of the society and induced further struggle toward the amazing world of sexual exploration. This of course caused understandable problems for the school's staff.

The girls lived in four-person rooms basically in two age group: 5 to 10 year-old and 11 to 17 year-old. In order to easily prevent certain things, the oldest girls weren't allowed to live in rooms together. Their mates were always chosen among the youngest girls from the group.

In Carrie's room it was exactly this way. She was at St. Dumas for 10 years already. She was now 16 and in a year she'd graduate. So far, she was stuck at the School almost since ever and living in the room with three little girls. The youngest, Tammy, has just turned 11 last month. She was small, with long, straight, blonde hair. Her figure was that of a child, but she already started her way toward adolescence. Her chest, so far completely flat, recently started to form into breasts. Yet, Tammy was still a kid.

Another girl was Bethany. She was a cute 12. Only a year older than Tammy, she seemed so much more mature. Serious and thinking, she was also already a little woman. Her figure just started to gain its feminine curves, her hips rounded nicely and her bust was already a little bit more than 32A. She had shoulder length, ginger hair, fair complexion and some freckles. She was nice and friendly.

The next girl was also 12, but she wasn't like Beth. Slightly taller, she was a bit skinny. She had long, black hair that reached her butt. She had nice, long legs but almost no breasts so far. She was a bit shy and introvert. Her name was Alice.

With such roommates, Carrie felt a bit lonely. It wasn't that the girls were boring, stupid or whatever. It was just that Carrie already lived in a bit different world. With other older girls, she already discussed secretly about boys, higher school and other things. Some of these were assumed "naughty", some even very much.

And out of Carrie's roommates only Bethany seemed someone serious enough to talk with about anything that was of Carrie's interest, though Bethany still couldn't share her experience as she didn't have any.

Carrie considered herself almost adult. She was tall, slim; long, dark blonde hair framed her cute face with perky nose. She had a nice pair of 34C breasts she was very proud of. She also started to be interested in all the strange, "naughty" things connected with sex. How much she'd like to have someone her age to be her friend...

On Saturday afternoon the girls gathered sometime, hiding in one of the rooms so that the nuns wouldn't get interested. They shared their experiences - they talked about masturbating, about the guys they met when at home for holidays, some real and made up stories. Occasionally, one of them would say she "heard of some girl" that kissed another girl under the shower and touched her down there and on her breasts. These were the hottest stories and often at night, when her roommates were fast asleep, Carrie fingered herself, fantasizing about doing it with one of the girls from St. Dumas. Maybe it could be green-eyed Susan, from the last class. Carrie thought Susan was really pretty when happened to see her naked under the shower. Maybe she'd rather do it with Anna, the one that was believed to have the biggest boobs at School. She also briefly though about her roommates. Tammy was too much a kid to even think about it. Alice was nice and Carrie considered her body to be nice. But most probably Bethany should prove best. So though Carrie that night, slowly fingering herself and relaxing. She was really wet and close to climax. Her pussy dribbled with juice that went down, between her buttocks and sunk into the sheets. She slowly moved two fingers in and out, caressing her nice, firm breast with her other hand. She closed her eyes and imagined it was Beth, who was caressing her bust. Then she pretended they were kissing. Suddenly, she heard a whisper.
- Carrie, you're awake? - it was Bethany.
- Well, only kind of. I was almost sleeping - she said, not sure if Beth knew what she was doing.
- OK, I just thought, you know. You were breathing heavily... As if you... y'know, did that... - Bethany got confused.
- You mean, play with myself? - asked Carrie. She smiled to herself.
- Well... - said Beth - So, y'know, you played with yourself?
- If you want to know, I did - smiled Carrie, turning her face toward Beth and trying to see her in the darkness - But don't tell the girls.
- I won't - promised Beth, whispering - Anyway, y'know, I also do it. Sometimes...
- Wow - Carrie was surprised - I would never say... Never thought you did so, I would've noticed.
- Under the shower. Sometimes, when you are last for the shower, you can have some extra time before the nuns make you go to your room. I sometimes do so and then... I masturbate, is that the word? - she made sure.
- Yeah. Do you use your fingers? - Carrie was curious - I do, like now for example.
- Gosh, is so naughty - giggled Beth - You use fingers? You put them, y'know, inside?
- Sure. I take two without a problem. And how you do it?
- I like to play with the slit. I like to stroke my pussy lips and especially this little button at the top. That's nicest to do. You think so too?
- Yeah. I like my clit too.
- What you said?
- It's clit, clitoris, I mean. I think you didn't have that in anatomy classes.
- Nope. We'll have it next year.
- I know all that already. And some naughty names for that as well.
- Oh-Geez. I think I'll start to play with me just like you. It makes me wet just to think about it - confessed Beth.
- Oh, yeah. Come on, do it - encouraged the other girl. She stuck her fingers deeper into her moist, hot pussy. She was so aroused, this made her shiver and moan quietly.
- You still do it? - asked Beth. Carrie murmured yes.
- Listen, I... would like to ask you a favor. But you probably won't agree...

- Go ahead! Ask whatever you want - Carrie started to feel comfortable with that conversation. She took on the role of an expert and liked it.
- Nah, forget it. You wouldn't agree anyway.
- C'mom, don't be a little girl - teased Carrie.
- OK. But you won't agree for sure - warned Beth.
- Stop that and say it - Carrie demanded.
- I'd like to look at you when you, y'know... with fingers. Maybe I could, y'know... - she looked through the dark room, trying to see the expression on Carrie's face, but it was too dark. She held her breath.

Carrie at the question jumped suddenly. It was almost what she fantasized about only a few minutes ago. That almost terrified her - the idea of REALLY doing it, but at the same time it aroused her.
- Sure you can! - she almost exclaimed - I mean, I could show you.
She lay on her back, shoved her blanket aside and spread her legs to the sides, so that her cunnylips opened a little. She was all wet and even the sheets under her buttocks were totally soaked through.

Beth sat at the edge of the bed. Like hypnotized she looked as Carrie stuck her fingers to mouth and licked her own juice and salivated her fingers. She then put her middle and index finger at the entrance to her vagina and slowly slid it in. It looked so easy.

- You ever did it? - asked Carrie, fingering herself, her eyes almost closed, her fingers moving regularly back and forth in her womb.
- Actually, I tried. But I couldn't.
- You'd like to, right?
- Sure.
- I have an idea, but it's dirty - giggled Carrie.
- Very dirty? - giggled Beth in reply.
- Very... You can train a little, before actually trying to finger yourself.
- Train... I don't get it. I need to finger something, anyway, right?
- You can try on me, if you want... - said Carrie. Beth gasped at that thought. That would be really dirty. She thought for a moment if she'll have to confess all that as a sin.
- I... I think, geez, I would like to... - she was shy to admit that.
- C'mon, then. Come here - Carrie pulled Bethany's hand and placed it on her pussy.
- Stroke it for a moment, and decide the finger you want to use, OK?

Beth nodded and slid her index finger along Carrie's slit. She had a wide, curly patch of dark blonde pubic hair that was soft and nice. Beth noticed her friend had much more hair than she did. Hers was just a little ginger feather that showed only recently.

She found Carrie's hole with her finger and stopped there.

- So, can I...? - she looked at Carrie. The girl held one hand on her crotch, over Beth's wrist. Her other hand caressed her big, pink nipple.
- Yeah, go ahead.

Beth pushed her finger in. She felt something soft, wet, hot and elastic closing around it. It was pulsing. Carrie moaned loudly and shivered. Beth recognized that - her roommate has just climaxed from her touch.

It was right. Carrie closed her eyes and let the wave of extreme pleasure wash over her body.

- Geez-ass - she moaned again, biting her hand - Please, do it some more, please, god, finger me, Beth - she could not stop herself.

Beth withdrew her finger, then she pushed it in, deeply and forcefully. Carrie's body jerked. Beth repeated her action, over and over again.

Carrie bit her lip not to shout. She had never felt anything so intense. Beth's touch, the fact that another girl touched her there, in her cunny was so arousing she couldn't even imagine it before. Her whole body arched, until she finally collapsed on the bed, totally exhausted, cuming all over Beth's hand. She totally flooded everything with her girl juice.

- Oh, my god, that was something - she could hardly see Beth, although she was quite close.
- I... I liked it too. It was nice to know you feel like this, I guess. And I liked it...
- So, are you ready now to try yourself? - asked Carrie, still breathing heavily.
- I... I still don't know... Maybe, y'know...
- Maybe I'll do it, how 'bout that?
- I... Well... OK - Beth hesitated a bit but finally smiled - Please do.

Carrie pushed the redhead down to the bed. She grabbed her knees and spread her legs wide apart. Beth's cunny glistened with moisture in the dim light. The blonde salivated her finger and started sliding it along her roommate's slit, pressing delicately, so that with every move her finger sunk deeper and deeper between the girl's cunny lips.

She moved her finger up, smearing Beth pussy juice all over her slit. She located her clit and started rubbing it. Beth's body shivered and she moaned loudly. As Carrie caressed her friend's pussy, she thought about one more thing. She never tried it though, only heard about it. It was terribly "naughty".

She moved her face down, toward Bethany's crotch. She could smell the thick, musky odor of the girl's arousal. She lowered her head and kissed her pussy. Beth jumped up at the bed, but didn't say anything nor did anything to prevent her. Carrie stuck out her tongue and tasted the moisture covering Beth's skin. It was salty, a bit sour, but she liked it. She stuck her tongue out and started licking along the slit, pressing it inside. Bethany covered her mouth with a hand not to shout. She felt as if she was going to explode. The sensations coming from Carrie's activity were so intensely pleasant she could hardly keep her mind clear. She felt the familiar feeling when the climax was building up in her body. Carrie's tongue rubbed her sensitive clit and she jumped up, biting her lip to remain quiet.

Carrie again salivated her finger and positioned it at the entrance to Beth's vagina. Still licking on the girl's clit she pushed her finger in. Beth's body shivered, as Carrie was stopped by something inside. She pressed a bit stronger and her finger slid all the way inside, hitting the very bottom of Beth's hole. At the very same moment the redhead cum, her juice flowing freely over Carrie's hand and mouth. Bethany blacked out with the intensity of the feeling.

- Come on, wake up - she heard a whisper, feeling nice, soft lips on her mouth. It was Carrie who was kissing her. Her mouth still had Beth's taste on them. The 12-year-old kissed back on her friend, feeling her hot, moist tongue pressing against her lips. She let Carrie in and kissed her back.

- Wow, that was so... so great. I never thought it could be so strong... - she was still breathing heavily, with gasps.
- Yeah, that was wonderful for me too - nodded Carrie. She stroked her friend's hair and then cupped her little breast. Beth jerked when her erect, sensitive nipple was touched. It stood out like a little, hard pencil eraser. She thought of returning the favor and lowered her face to Carrie's breasts. She grabbed one, putting her big, pink nipple between her index and thumb and tweaking it. She took the other nipple in her mouth and started to suck on it, like a baby would do. Carrie moaned quietly and pressed her friend's head to her chest. It wasn't long before she orgasmed again.

The girls laid there, on Carrie's bed, totally exhausted. They wrapped their arms around each other, pressing their bodies close together. The blanket and the sheets on the bed were soaked with sweat and cum and the girls' skin was sticky with it.

- Geez-ass - whispered Beth - This was the best thing that happened to me at St. Dumas.
- Oh, yes. I loved it as well...
- Do you think, y'know, that we could maybe... sometimes...
- Repeat it? Sure - the older girl already envisioned that in her mind. When Beth became her lover she could gradually try out all the things she heard of from girls. She was glad. First, because she was finally truly satisfied and because she now head someone to share all her life with. She stroked Beth's hair again.

- Sure we will repeat it. And we'll do many more things, my sweet, little lover - she kissed her friend full on the lips.
- Lover... That sounds nice - Beth smiled. She soon fell asleep in her lover's arms. Carrie dreamt a little about the days to come. She already had vision for the other roommates as well.

The girls didn't know that in just few weeks, life of the whole School is going to significantly change...


Part II - Unfortunate Misunderstanding

It was a regular, boring Friday afternoon, just as they used to be at School. There was one good thing about Fridays, though and these were the Physical Education classes. Unlike most of the other classes, these weren't that mundane and terribly boring.

Carrie was just getting a shower after her athletic training. She stood there, under the hot stream of water pouring over her naked body, caressing her muscles, aching from the exercising she had that day. She soaped her arms, then shoulders and moved her hands down, to her sides. Having soaped her stomach, she moved her hands up again, to her breasts. She was especially proud of her young bust. Being only 16, she already developed a nice C cup pair of perky, firm twins that wiggled now and hardened under the massaging water stream. She cupped her breasts, gently rubbing her pale, pink nipples with her palms. Almost immediately they became erect and stood to attention like little obedient soldiers. She took one of them between her thumb and index finger and tweaked gently, then a little harder. She felt a familiar shiver go through her body, accompanied by a tickling between her legs. She moved her other hand down, stalking for the center of this feeling, reaching a little patch of dark blonde hair covering her mound. She slid her finger between the firm cunny lips and pressed on her clit, sending shiver to every nerve in her body.

Carrie has been playing with herself since she was 13. Doing that was of course assumed impure and was deliberately a sin, but she never was courageous enough to confess her forbidden activity. On the other hand, most girls at St. Dumas masturbated - they assumed it to be some way a fight with the stern rules.

- Girls - she heard a voice in the locker room. It was sister Theresa, the PE penguin, as the girls called the young nun. Carrie quickly stopped and shut the water, wrapping herself with big, fuzzy towel.

- Now, girls, I have something to tell you - the nun announced. They gathered around her, listening curiously.


- I'm only going to teach you PE for two more weeks - this caused a loud murmur of disapproval. Sister Theresa was still young and nice, the life in order didn't manage to destroy her personality and she was still nice and likeable. The fact that Theresa was leaving meant that most probably she was going to be replaced by some old turd. This was nothing of a nice prospect.

- Starting in two weeks, you'll have a new teacher. So far, I don't know who will it be, I can only tell you, it will be someone from outside - this in turn elicited a loud roar of excitement. This could mean a woman that was not a nun, someone normal. The School slang reminded that of mental asylum's - we here and the world of outside. Someone from outside would be really a person of great interest.

The girls loudly applauded, expressing their sorrow for Theresa's departure at the same time. They could not even imagine that the surprise will be way more exciting.

Palem zielsko.

Jessie "Brass" Courson used to be a marine not so long ago. Having done his business with the army, he graduated APE and started his career as a teacher. He was quite tall, handsome with his short, dark hair. He was also really well built - a heritage of years in the army and still continued training. Couple weeks ago he started to look for a job in some nice, quiet place, so when he recently found an offer from St. Dumas, he decided to accept it. Everything was arranged through an office, all he had to do, was go to the School.

It was Thursday afternoon, when he achieved the gates of St. Dumas. At first he thought he must've got lost. The place looked almost like a monastery. But at the second glance he realized it was indeed a school. Mildly tired after having walked 10 miles from the main road with his backpack his own weight, made him decide not to wait for invitation. He entered the School's area and directed his steps where there seemed to be some administrative building.

At that very moment, all the girls were having their classes and not even one of them saw the stranger that had just arrived. Or there was one - Bethany, a cute 12 years old redhead who has been to toilet at the moment. Windows there faced outside the main yard and toward the main gate. Pulling her panties up, she adjusted her long skirt and looked through the window. She froze for a moment, noticing a savage man intruding the School. There apparently was some kind of soldier, fully equipped, only lacking his guns. The stranger's clothing was plain, almost like an uniform. He wore heavy boots, military jacket and a huge backpack. And apparently he directed toward the main part of the School - the reverend mother's office.

Bethany blinked, not able to believe. She peered through the window again, but the phantom already disappeared behind the corner. She decided not to tell anybody, except Carrie, her roommate and for couple past weeks also a lover. Bethany smiled to herself, feeling familiar tickling deep in her tummy and going down, ending between her legs. Her red-haired cunny moistened, when the girl thought about the sex they'll surely have with Carrie that evening, long after the lights go down and their younger roommates finally go to sleep.

At the very moment however she just returned to her classroom.

Jessie crossed the yard and heavily knocked on the door with a label saying "The Reverend Mother".

- Moment! - he heard behind the door - I'm coming! The door opened and Brass saw an old, short, fat nun.
- Holy Spirit in heaven! - she almost shrieked.
- What's that shouting, mother Mary?! - a stern voice came from inside the room - You're not one of our girls to afford such behavior! - another nun came into view. She was much taller, also a bit older but looked better than mother Mary did.

- Good Lord... - she said - What are you doing here, Mr. ....?
- Courson, Brass Courson... - he motioned his hand as if he wanted to shake it with the nun, but realized it's a bit improper.
- Well, we've been awaiting a new teacher, Miss Jessie Brass-Courson - said the reverend mother with a hesitant voice.
- Oh... I'm single, basically, but still would rather be caller Mr. than Miss. But, yes, my name's Jessie. Brass is my nick.
- Your what? - asked mother Mary.
- Anyway, forget it. Come inside, we can't stand like this here, this will surely cause problems... - she motioned Brass with her hand to come inside. He entered the building, unfastening the straps of his backpack. then he took it off and put on the ground.

- Please, sit down... - reverend mother has already overcome the initial shock of this male invading their peaceful little place.

It took them some time before the mistake was explained. The administration of the school took Courson for women because of his name - they didn't really check the background except for the job record and opinions. Brass, on the other hand only knew he was going to work as a PE teacher in a private school. It was quite a surprise for him when he learned it was a girl only facility.

- Mother - he said, scratching his chin, covered with light beard that was not shaved for couple days - I understand the problem is that I'm a man, ain't that so?
- Indeed, Mr. Courson. We don't really have man here, except for the priest and the gardener. And I wouldn't really like the prospect of this being changed. I hope you can understand that, young man - the girls here are innocent, little creatures. I am deeply afraid that the presence of a man could deprive them.
- These are strong words to say, mother - the ex-marine looked at her over the table - But let me tell you one thing. I was trained to protect the likes of you and your girls, I am a soldier. Let me tell you, that the rules of my order are not less strict than these of yours. If not even more. Should you be afraid of someone like that?
- No, indeed. Please, understand my point, it's not you personally, it's just that...
- Yeah, I'm male, right? - he asked. The nun nodded quietly.
- Let's make it like this. I've made 700 kilometers to come here, mother. And we made a kind of deal, that's a fact. Let me just try, let's make a trial period, would that be acceptable for you?
- Come to think of it, I can accept such solution. Please, again, I don't...
- It's all right with me mother, don't you worry. Now, I'd gladly see my place as I've been on the road for three days now and I feel a bit tired - Brass got up, reaching for his backpack.
- Good heavens! I totally forgot that! - You can't take the room we have prepared... - exclaimed the reverend mother.
- Why not? - he was already getting annoyed and slightly tired with all that has happened. He didn't expect such complications on the course of getting a job at St. Dumas.
- You can't live with us, among the sisters, nor it is possible to put you in one of the dormitories... with the girls - the nun was terrified even by the prospect of this happening.
- Whatever, mother. I just need a place where I have a shower, a bed and a place to put my stuff. Is it that difficult?
- Well, I think there should be some room in the gym building. Nothing fancy, but if you only need what you described... - she got up and took couple key rings from the drawer - Let's go then.

And they left for the gym facilities.
Brass was given a little room behind the gym hall. He managed to construct some kind of bed out of training mattresses and put his sleeping bag on top of that all. So far this should be enough, he thought. He also moved one of the old, unused lockers to his room and put all his things in there.
- Now, Mr. ... How should I call you, sir? - asked reverend mother.
- I guess Brass should be alright, mother - he smiled. He started to like this place already. Being taught by the hard, army school, he got used to making his home in the middle of nowhere, in the strangest places to be imagined. This wasn't the worst he has come to live in.
- So, Brass, this way please, I'll show you the showers - she motioned him with her hand - There is one thing you should know, these are of course girls' facilities, like everything here, so please, use it only after all the classes here are finished so that you don't bump on any of these little creatures. They can be quite annoying though, you have to know that...
- This I can imagine - he smiled. He already learned that the girls at St. Dumas were aged 5 - 16 and he was a bit unsure how should he organize the classes for the youngest group. He was rather experienced in organizing hard training for older boys and men, in fact, for army recruits. He could imagine this would most probably cause certain protest if he acted his usual way. Still, that was the matter of the next few days and he wasn't that much concerned with it at the time being.

Finally, the reverend mother was finished with Brass and she left. He kindly refused her offer to join the nuns at the table for late afternoon meal and after taking a quick shower, he immediately fell asleep, setting his internal alarm clock to very late evening, when he intended to do some jogging and at the same time do some sightseeing all around the area of School.

The evening mass came to an end and so did the supper. It was already quite late. Most of the girls were ready to sleep in their rooms, only the last couple of them were still in the bathrooms. Carrie was one of them. She was just taking shower. She always used the last cabin, as it was the only one on the whole floor that had some king of a lock, made of a spike. The nuns somehow overlooked that for quite a time. All the other shower cabins were always unlocked, to prevent any activity except washing.

The last cabin was almost always taken, used by the older girls as a hideout to practice some sinful things like masturbation. With exactly that in mind, Carrie locked herself in the cabin and opened the water. Hot stream poured over her body, gently massaging her skin. She moved the stream so that it now hit exactly her pair of young, firm C size breasts. Under that hot, soft caress her nipples immediately stood erect, like hard pencil erasers. She cupped her breasts and started to feel them.

At the same time Brass woke up. It took him couple seconds to realize where in fact he is, but then he remembered all. He found his towel and directed toward the gym showers, intending to get some relax. After he was finished, he got dressed in what he called his "urban uniform", being simply a typical set of soldier's clothing, with one difference - it was all black. This way he was almost unnoticeable in the coming dusk. He left his room, locking the door behind him and dived into the darkness.

It didn't take him much time to get good orientation in where all the buildings are. He quickly located the kitchen, guided by the smell of food. He also found the school building itself, the nuns quarters, until finally there was this huge, three store building. He realized he's in front of the dormitory. Soon, he thought. I'll meet you tomorrow. He was looking forward to it, as he never so far led girl-only classes and was a bit anxious how will it work. Having had a look over the area he came back around the gym.

He intended to do some training. This typically consisted of mixed techniques, most of them originating from capeoira. It's quite hard to classify it, for capeoira is in fact a very acrobatic dance, being at the same time a martial art of really great power. Brass learned it during his two years in the Army from one of the recruits. Now he used it extensively during his own training, finding it perfect way to relax.

He took on his favorite task - the shadow fight. It wasn't long before he found a nice place - kind of a small square of concrete, behind the gym hall. Single lamppost created perfect lighting conditions for what he needed.

Sister Theresa was sitting all alone on the bench at the back of the school building. She removed her cornet and unfastened couple buttons of her tight, rigid blouse. She had a six-pack of beer with her, working on the fourth can currently. It could seem inappropriate for a nun to drink alcohol, but she didn't care. Anyway, she was not only leaving the School of St. Dumas, but the Order itself as well. In fact she wasn't leaving - she'd been expelled for reasons very similar to her current activities. She didn't give it a damn any longer and decided to get stoned the last night. Her departure was due the next morning. She already said goodbye to all the girls and all her, numbered in fact, friends among the Order.

A subtle, strange noise caught her attention. It reminded her something, but was barely audible. She finished the can, took the remaining two with her and directed toward the source of the noise.

At the same time, Carrie continued her little play. She was already really aroused. Hot lashes of water massaged her swollen breasts, her nipples rigid and sensitive. She reached with her hand to her crotch, gently probing with her fingers for the clit, hidden in the bush of soft, blonde pubic hair. She spread the cunny lips, now swollen and rubbed the little nubbin hidden at the top of her cleft. Her whole body jerked at that activity, sending waves of pleasure through her nerves. She shivered and started to slowly caress her clit, moaning quietly. She moved her other hand back up, to her bust, giving loving attention to her nipples. She stood there, propped against the wall, streams of hot water washing over her skin, little droplets of sweat all over her body and huge flood of her cunny juice working its way down her legs, being washed away by the water. She could feel the orgasm building slowly up inside her, indicated by the familiar feeling of tingling starting deep in her pussy and going up, inside her tummy, toward her belly button.

She moved her other hand back down, sliding it along her slippery slit, probing for her little opening. She speared her index finger inside and in the same moment that the tip of it hit the cervix Carrie was hit by her climax. Her legs went weak and she had to catch the shower pipe not to fall on the floor. She moaned loudly and closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath.

Sister Theresa went from behind the corner and saw a view that indeed surprised her. On the little square area of concrete under the gym wall, perfectly lit with the sodium lamppost, there was a man. He wore only camouflage trousers, exposing his hairy chest and barefoot. And he was performing some strange kind of dance. He seemed to be fighting his shadow. The nun stood there in awe, watching carefully every little movement, every jump, every hit the wall received, every complicated turn. The soldier only seemed to touch the ground very rarely, seemingly able to overcome the power of gravity.

He jumped high in the air - she didn't think it possible - and apparently hung there, laughing in the face of the universal forces. For a moment she thought he was going to just hang there, like they did in the motion picture hit "Matrix", but then, after what seemed like eternity, he turned around his axis in a wink of an eye, spread his legs to the side and landed on the ground. In the last moment he dashed his hands down and landed on his palms, hanged just a little over the surface of the ground.

Theresa was already aroused by the alcohol, but the sight of the soldier's young firm, strong body aroused her even more. She could feel her moist, soaked underwear clench deep into her cleft. She moaned quietly.

At the sound of her please, the man started up into attention, immediately taking an alerted pose - his body a bit forward, knees bent, eyes all around his head - like a boxer, preparing to attack.

- Oh, it's you - he said in a quiet voice, noting her - You've been watching for long? - he asked, just a little bit angry he let himself be taken by surprise.
- Just a few minutes. Heavens, it was amazing. Seemed so effortless for you. Makes me wonder if you are just as good in something more than martial arts.
- What? I mean, what other arts? - he looked her in the eyes as she moved closer, drinking up her beer and letting the can fall to the ground.
- The arts of love, for example. My body seems to cry for a man - she said in a seductive voice that shocked, considered she was a nun.
- Did my confession surprise you, soldier? - she asked, smiling.
- A little. I wouldn't expect a nun to say such thing.
- Under that uniform, I'm a woman, you know. You should be aware of that, I think. I'm also a kind of a soldier, just like you seem to be. A soldier of the Lord.
- Weren't you obliged to remain pure? - he grabbed her hand she motioned toward him.
- Isn't love the highest virtue? Isn't that what our Lord Christ of Nazareth told us? Shouldn't we praise Him, by obeying His own words? - she looked Brass in the eyes and kissed him full on the lips. He could do nothing else, just answer her kiss.

Carrie still stood there, still trembling from her orgasm. She let the world reach her senses and heard quiet footsteps on the corridor. A creak indicated the door open and she heard a whisper just outside her cabin.

- Carrie, dear, are you there - it was Bethany, her little, 12-years-old lover, a cute redhead.
- Yes - she whispered - I'll be right ready. She stopped the water and dried herself with the towel. The rough fabric sent waves of pleasure through her body, when it touched her still erect nipples. She moaned quietly. Then she put on her short nightie, just barely reaching mid thigh and opened the door.
- It's almost nighttime, we should go. The penguins will be right here, checking if everyone is already in their beds.
- OK - Carrie briefly kissed her friend on the lips, putting her hand around her waist. She pulled up the rim of the younger girl's nightshirt and squeezed her firm buttock.
- Let's go - they quietly left the shower and directed toward their room.
- It's my last day here - sister Theresa whispered Brass in his ear - I'm being expelled tomorrow. Didn't I deserve something special for a good-bye?
- Understood. The answer is positive - Brass grinned. It was his first day at St. Dumas and he already got his treat. How nice. He took the nun in his arms, kissed her and headed to his quarter. At the same time, Theresa started unbuttoning her uniform.

By the time he put her on the bed, all she had to do was drop her clothes to the floor. She only had her panties underneath and shivered a little in the cool, night air. Brass closed the window and looked at her. She had nice, big, full breasts, forming almost perfect hemispheres, with really tiny, girlish nipples, that stood stern in the cool air. She inhaled the air loudly, feeling dizzy, partly because of alcohol, partly because of arousal she felt, looking at this tall, muscular, brutally handsome man.

Her boobs bounced, when she fell on her back. The soldier started kissing her tummy, slowly going up, toward her bust, his hands wandering all over her body.


Part III - Farewell And Welcome

Sister Theresa was lying on her back on Brass' mattress. He slowly kissed his way up her belly, toward her breasts pointing to the ceiling. Her nipples were erect hard, partly because of the cool night air, mostly because of the arousal his actions caused. He reached with his hand to her left breast and cupped it gently, rubbing her little, girlish nipple. He took the other one in his mouth and started delicately playing with it with his tongue. The nun's breath quickened. She reached down and started unbuttoning his trousers.

Brass started tweaking her nipple with his index and thumb, making her shiver. He moved his tongue up and licked her neck, making her shiver again. They started frenching. He was no virgin but there were only a few so savagely passionate women in his life so far. She almost tore apart his trousers, reaching into his pants in the quest for his dick. It didn't take her long to find and grab his hard, stiff shaft. Brass was very proud of it. It was about 8.5", so hardly the longest dick in the world, but he was never let down by his instrument. Nor were any of the numerous women he had slept with.

Sister Theresa started jacking Brass off, putting her other hand in her pants and fiercely rubbing her clitoris. The soldier removed her underwear and took on the task, moving her hand aside. He started rubbing all along her soaking cleft, inching his fingers between her firm cunny lips. Then he lowered his face toward the sweet bush between her legs and started licking her smooth, soft, wet skin. All the sheets were already soaked through. As soon as his tongue pressed against the nun's clit, she orgasmed. Ripples of pleasure going through all her body, devastating her mind.

Brass continued licking her soaking cunt, while she orgasmed for the second time, then again. He moved his finger deep between her pussy lips, aiming for her love tunnel. Then, suddenly, before he could enter it she grabbed his hand and stopped him.

- Hmm? - he looked up, at her face.
- No, not there. I've never done it there...
- Oh, my - he laughed shortly - Is it because you're a nun? - she nodded.
- So?
- The other way - she grinned - But first I need to salivate your thing in order to make it enter easier - she licked her lips seductively, then sit up and grabbed his shaft.

Sister Theresa lowered her face, tossing her hair aside and took Brass' shaft in her mouth, swallowing the full length of it and immediately starting to suck. He groaned quietly.

The women continued to suck and move her hot lips all along his dick, back and forth, making him shiver. He felt the familiar, great feeling build up in his balls. She helped herself with her hand to jack the bottom of his prick and started to fondle his balls with her other hand. Brass felt like he died and went to heaven. It was definitely one of the best blowjobs in his life. He would have never guessed this nun would be such a master when he agreed to have sex with her. She started moving quicker and quicker now, making his whole body shiver. He started to sweat uncontrollably.

In the very last moment, when he could no longer keep back, the soldier grabbed Theresa's head and kept it down. Just a second later a hot stream of his jism speared in her mouth.

She tried to swallow as fast as she could, almost gagging herself, still, some of his sperm dribbled down her chin. When he was finished, she looked up at him, swallowed the last portion of his gel and licked remaining droplets from her lips.

- That was a nice one - she smiled. He was not able to answer for a moment, trying to catch his breath.
- That was because you knew how to do it - he gasped when he finally could, smiling at her.
- So, soldier, is your armory ready to attack? - she looked at his shaft. It didn't even have time to soften under her caring touch. Brass' dick was ready again.
- Sure - he grinned devilishly.

The nun turned to her stomach, poking her butt at him. He put his hands on her round, firm buttocks, squeezing them slightly, then he spread her butt cheeks to the sides, exposing and stretching her rosebud. He slowly lowered himself and aimed the tip of his dick at the tight, pinkish spot.

Theresa moaned loudly when she felt his prick push against her sphincter. He used more force and the head popped inside her ass, making her shout. She breathed heavily.

Brass took a moment to savor the feeling of tight asshole fastened around his dick. Then he started to push, slowly going deeper and deeper into her hot shit chute.

He pushed a little more and finally all his shaft was buried deep in her rectum, his bollocks slapped against her cunny, making both of then shiver with pleasure. Now he started to withdraw and as soon as it was only the head of his prick inside, he hit with all his force. His shaft went smoothly all the way back in.

Brass started pumping the nun methodically, time after time, inside and outside, all the length of his dick. The women accompanied his hits with quiet moans and soon started working her butt back at him, trying to adjust to his movements and grinding her asshole into the base of his dick. He could feel the muscles of her anus clench around his dick, trying to stop him when he was withdrawing and giving way when he speared in.

Sister Theresa put his blanket in her mouth and bit it when her orgasm came. He could feel her body shake uncontrollably and all her muscles contract and relax time after time when she came. A hot stream of her thick pussy juice came down her thighs, wetting his legs and the sheets.

She orgasmed two more times before he was finally ready. He could feel his orgasm build deep inside his balls and familiar feeling of stiffness and pins and needles go up, along his shaft until it reached to head. He hit for the last time and spurted, buried deep in her ass. He spurted time after time, streams of hot sperm flooding her anus. She contracted her ass muscles to drain him to the last drop. Finally, when she milked him totally, he collapsed on top of her, his dick still deep in her butthole.

- Oh, fuck - he managed to say.
- I assume you liked it - she laughed, when he lifted his weight from her body and fell heavily by her side.
- Affirmative, I did like that. How come you're such a good fucker?
- It's a long story - she said, wrapping his blanket around her, to protect from the cool, night air.

It took one more blowjob and one more ass fuck before the night was over and sister Theresa disappeared into the twilight before the dawn. Brass decided to use the last hour for some sleep and slept like a log.

Long before Brass spurted his first load into Theresa's asshole, two girls silently ran along the corridor toward their room. By then it was already time for all the girls at School to be in their beds, the lights off and everyone sleeping.

Carrie and Beth, however, had slightly different plans. For the last couple weeks they'd been lovers, giving lesbian pleasure to each other as often as they could.

- Carrie, will we tonight, y'know...? - Bethany looked at her roommate before they entered the room.
- Sure, as soon as Tammy and Alice are asleep. You have any special wishes for tonight? - whispered the older girl back. Beth shook her head and they entered the room.

The light was already down, the other two girls in their beds.

- 'S that you, guys? - they heard Alice's whisper. She was a tall, a little bit skinny 12-year-old with wonderful, long, black hair that reached her butt.
- Yup - murmured Carrie. Both the girls curled in their beds, waiting for Alice and Tammy to fall asleep. None of them, nobody in the whole School realized, that they just missed the dawn of new era in St. Dumas. In that moment Brass was fucking sister Theresa's asshole, signing the dusk of innocence and purity. But the girls were due to find it out not before a couple more days.

It was almost midnight when Carrie quietly got up and came to Beth's bed. She delicately shook her friends arm.

- Hey there, cutie - she whispered in the other girl's ear - You awake?
- Bet I am - she whispered back, wrapping her arms around her lover. She pulled Carrie down, so that the older girl fell on top of her. They started kissing passionately, their hands wandering all over their young, firm bodies.

The blonde broke the kiss and moved her hand down, grabbing Beth's nightie and pulling it up, under her neck, exposing all of her naked beauty. The redhead lay in front of her, ready for her hungry look that touched her small, firm, round breasts with erect nipples standing in attention, flat, smooth stomach, already free of any traces of baby fat and her precious spot - little patch of ginger feather, covering her mound. There was too little hair to fully cover Beth's fat, firm, still girlish cunny lips framing her pink, warm slit that already started to glisten with moisture of her sexual arousal.

Carrie reached down with her hand and stroked the lovely pussy of her young lover, making her breath quicken. Beth reached up, grabbing Carrie's nightshirt and also pulled it up and over her head, throwing it to the floor. In the dim light of the moon shining through the window she could perfectly see the girl's body - her nice, round, C cup breasts, that bounced slowly over her face, her narrow waist curving into nice, round hips and the patch of dark blonde pussy hair between them. She could also feel that bush scrub against her leg as well as she felt the heat of Carrie's cunny, already leaving trace of thick moisture on her skin.

Carrie lowered her head and they started kissing again. After a few minutes the older girl broke the kiss and moved her mouth down, to redhead's neck, kissing and caressing her soft, smooth, warm skin with her tongue in small circular motion.

Simultaneously, Beth reached to grab the blonde's breasts. She cupped her firm hemispheres and stroked her erect, hard nipples with the palms of her hand, making Carrie shiver with pleasure. When Carrie moved further down, kissing the top of her bust, Beth moved her hand to her back and started massaging and caressing the other girl's shoulder, from time to time delicately scratching her flawless skin. She learned not long ago that this activity aroused her lover really much and tried to give her as much pleasure as possible.

Carrie reached Bethany's bosom and started to play with her, licking her skin delicately, leaving shining traces of her saliva, making circles smaller and smaller, closer and closer to the poking, pink nipples at the top. When she reached the edge of pink aureole she moved her tongue back, leaving Beth trembling with arousal and anticipation. She repeated the routine with the other breast, again, withdrawing at the last moment. Carrie teased Beth like that for couple more minutes, each time stopping closer to her nipples that now poked into the air like little spikes, hard and swollen with arousal and pleasure. Whole of the aureoles where now swollen, poking out at the top of the 12-year-old's hard breasts.

Finally, seeing that Beth can no longer take it, Carrie by surprise licked her tongue across her nipple. Bethany whined loudly, ripples of pleasure going through her body. She muffled her moans with a pillow not to wake the other two girls. Carrie was now licking and sucking on her nipples, making her more and more high until she could no longer resist the climax. Her body arched, all her muscles contracted in one moment of enormous pleasure that sent her almost into space. She fell back on the bed heavily, panting, not able to catch her breath, waiting till the overwhelming tsunami of pleasure diminishes, which took couple minutes. She was now soaking wet, her inner thighs covered with thick layer of sticky, lucid pussy juice. Both girls could easily smell the musky odor of Bethany's pleasure.

She hugged Carrie, wrapping her arms tightly around her, trying to peace her breathing and regain her vision, blackened by the powerful orgasm.

She moved down, tracing path over Carries shoulders, breasts, stomach, down to her privates, getting ready to return the sexual pleasure she were given just a moment ago.

Beth spread Carrie's legs to the sides, giving herself access to girl's cleft. This caused the blonde's cunny lips to come slightly apart, uncovering just a little of hot, moist, pink inner flesh and causing a little stream of wetness go down, into the cleavage between the girl's buttocks.

She inhaled the musky smell of her friend's pussy and kissed her gently at the top of her bush. Carrie stirred a little, when she felt Bethany's tongue touch her so sensitive cunny lips. The other girl started to gently trace the outline's of her slit with only the tip of her hot tongue, pressing delicately to get it between the folds of pink flesh, forcing it inside, tasting her girls juice, that started to come more and more.

Beth used her fingers to spread Carrie's pussy and started licking it inside, trying to push her tongue deep into her love tunnel. At the same time she started to rub her friends clitoris, sending her into space of pleasure. She moved her finger down and sunk it deep inside the dark, hot, wet opening. She started fiercely fingerfucking Carrie.

The blonde lay on her back, all her muscles contracted, her back arching more and more, feeling Beth's little finger go in and out of her overheated cunt, sending signals of pleasure to every single nerve in her body. It was always like this, when Beth fingerfucked her. She fingered herself earlier, for quite a time already but only a few weeks before, when her roommate became her lover she learned what real pleasure is. She was now spasmatically breathing, working her body with all its weight on Beth's finger, grinding her privates into the other girls hand. She tried to push, to suck in as much of her finger as possible, feeling extreme pleasure when it hit the bottom of her canal.

Beth sensed Carrie's pleasure and could judge it won't take her long to climax. She withdrew her finger for a moment. It was all wet, covered totally with thick, sticky secretion. She then speared two fingers at a time back into the humid, pulsing chute of her friend's cunt. She started moving them in and out even faster than before, making Carrie bite her hand to muffle the shriek that started to born in her lungs, originating from the depths of her womb. Finally Carrie went over the edge. All her muscles tensed, her back arched to the limits and she froze, as if hanged over the bad, unable to catch her breath, open her eyes or even think.

Beth didn't stop her activity and tormented Carrie even more, working her fingers into her cunny, making her moan uncontrollably.

Finally Carries climax was over and she fell heavily on the bed, unable to more, her whole body relaxed and limp, her breathing still over fast.

- Geez-ass - she finally managed to whisper, feeling Bethany curl beside her and wrap her arms around her. She hugged her tightly and kissed her on the lips.
- You're so sweet, my dear little lover - she whispered. Beth loved being called "little lover". She smiled and kissed her friend again. They frenched for couple minutes, not wanting the moments of pleasure to go away so quickly.

They didn't know that Alice was lying silently in the darkness, her eyes wide open, her ears as well, listening to their lovemaking, herself stroking slowly her wet beaver.

The morning came over the School with the ringing of the bell. Brass woke up, yawning and stretching his arms. He was quite tired after the night incidents but he'd never give away the memories that promised him bright and pleasurable future at the School of St. Dumas. He smiled to himself in the mirror as he shaved.

Beth and Carrie were coming back to their room from the showers to get dressed and prepare for the morning meal.

- Gosh! - exclaimed Bethany suddenly - Carrie, there's one more thing I need to tell you. I totally forgot yesterday - she said, her hands froze over the untied clip of her small bra.

- The new PE teacher is going to start today, isn't that so?
 - Yes... Why? - asked Carrie. Beth leaned over to her and whispered something into her ear.
- Say what?! - exclaimed her friend - A soldier?! - hearing that, Tammy and Alice looked at Bethany with an anticipation.
- OK - she said - I saw a soldier yesterday afternoon. He headed to reverend mother's office. And we're going to have a new teacher from today on... This seems improbable, but...

The girls knew what it looked like. There was a good chance they'll finally have a man onboard. A real, male man, like the ones they whispered and dreamt about. It was quite a shock.

- C'mon - said Carrie - Don't get wet so quickly. This may be a mistake or whatever. We'll see if he turns up at the breakfast.

This seemed the best way to check the electrifying news.

Brass fastened the last strap on his heavy boots, adjusted his shirt and finally left toward the dining hall. He was couple minutes early and from the schedule he got from reverend mother, it seemed the morning mass was still going on.

He entered the empty space of the great dining hall, looking curiously around. He easily identified the staff table and took one of the places. Almost as soon as he did that, the nuns appeared and he heard the girls' voices in the corridor to the side of the hall.

- God bless the new day for you, Mr. Courson - said reverend mother, showing up behind his chair.
- Same for you, Mother - he replied, bowing his head slightly.
- Did you sleep well?
- Certainly I did - he grinned, memorizing Theresa's tight anus.

He looked around, struck by a sudden silence all around him. Although the staff table was in a far end of the dining hall, it was well visible from all over the place. All around the hall groups of girls took places at their tables, looking at him in awe, speechless. He could feel the tension building up.

- Now, now, girls - sounded reverend mother's loud voice when everyone was in and at their places.
- I'd like to introduce to you our new staff member, the PE teacher, Mr. Jessie Courson - she looked at him.

Jessie looked around. He used to face enemy couple times and look into the barrels of couple kinds of weaponry, but here, under the hungry stare of three hundred girls he felt like running away. This was only a brief moment and he got up staring back at all the children and young women that apparently wanted to jump at him and rape him right there and then.

- Sergeant Brass Courson, 64th Marine Corp, starting from today, I'm going to be teaching PE at St. Dumas. Hope we can make it - he smiled, only a moment later realizing the hidden meaning of the "make it" phrase. He sat down.


Part IV - The Memories Of Father Donovan

Our Father
Who art in heaven
Hallowed be Thy name
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
On earth, as it is in heaven...

Brass stood still, leaning against the wall of the chapel. Father Donovan was just finishing his evening prayers, the soldier learned. He needed to have a talk. It was quite urgent. In his thoughts he was relieving back the day that has just finished. It was a hard day, especially for his nerves and instincts. Even his military training wasn't enough to cope with the tension he was put under.

He knew that PE classes for teenage girls would be very much different from what he used to do in the army. Still, he didn't expect it to be harder. And it wasn't... At first.
The first group he was to take care of were the youngest - 5-6-year-olds. For the first time he mostly did talking, trying to find out what was the usual scheme for them to follow - what were they training, what games they played, how was everything organized.

The reverend mother dropped in to check, whether he is doing alright. She seemed satisfied with the results and left him, playing unihoc with little cuties. That was one thing Brass had to admit, though it seemed a bit strange. There were no ugly girls in the group. There is always couple of them, maybe not exactly ugly, but just unpretty... And here - nope.

Although everything was just fine, he felt a bit tense. He was constantly aware of the glares and stares he was receiving. Not that it was unpleasant, just made him a bit nervous. He couldn't find out - why?

It was with the second group the problems started to arise a bit more. These were older girls, about 12-14 year-old, he learned from his teacher's notes. Everything seemed fine, except they were very excited. If the toddlers treated him as kind of curiosity, those young teens literally devoured him with their young, big and, he could say that, eager eyes. He suggested a volleyball game. If he only knew, he'd never done that. All of them, regardless the age wore the same type of uniform - strange version of black, gymnastic leotard with longer sleeves and legs. Only thin, cotton fabric separated their young, fleshy, blooming bodies from the world.

During the game he was constantly being "accidentally" brushed by a pair of firm though small tits or had the opportunity to stroke his fingers across some perky cotton clad butt. It seemed all of these girls suddenly got crazy and tried everything to make any possible physical contact with the ex-marine. That was starting to be too much.

Just then the lunch break came and he in fact escaped, locking himself in his little cabin, separating the world full of young bodies, on the way there trying desperately to hide his raging hard-on. 

But when he came back after lunch and learned that the last class for today are almost exclusively 17-year-olds he knew it's gonna be really hard work. Most of these girls must've believed a bra is something that should be long forgotten. Only couple of them seemed to wear one under their training suits. He also quickly noticed some of them regarded panties as something similarly unnecessary. Things were getting a bit hot. And no backup would be deployed this time...

- Yes, son? You seem to have wanted to talk to me? - the priest's voice brought the young marine back to reality.
- Oh, yes, indeed, father Donovan, I presume. I am...
- I know. Jessie Courson, our new staff member - father Donovan was a tall man in his early sixties. He must've been quite handsome when he was younger, Brass thought irrelevantly.

- What is the merit of your visit, then, young man?
- Oh... Temptation, father... Yes, temptation. I feel tempted so often.
- To be tempted is a thing of the man. It is not sinful to feel temptation. But it is a sin indeed to allow the temptation to take over one's reason...
- Affirmative, father. I mean, yes, it is truly right. But still, it is so difficult not to be tempted in a place like this.

- You mean the atmosphere of godly deeds or the crowds of these little sluts... Oops! A slip of tongue, if you forgive!
- Sure, father. Shame to admit it, I feel the same about them - both man moved to the back of the chapel, into Donovan's small office, where they sat at a table. The priest produced a cigarette case and lit a hand made joint.

- Smoking badly affects your health, father - noticed the soldier.
- Oh, maybe, but my time is limited anyway. And... It's the last of those little pleasures human beings like to enjoy that I can still cultivate - he smiled.
- I see. I used to smoke myself, some time ago, during the Las Segovias operation. Old times already...
- You want one? - the priest offered, taking a huge puff - This'll help you relax and share your thoughts with me. Though I seem to know what brings you here...
- Indeed? - asked Brass, lighting the joint. Donovan seemed quite confident and clever man - How come?
- I've met sister Theresa this morning, before she left - he smiled, seeing the expression on Brass' face - Don't worry, nobody shall know. I can keep a secret.
- Hope so... In other case, I'd say goodbye to the job. And I already started liking it.
- I know. And I know what you wanted to tell me. But I can't advise you, simply. You know, son, I made such a mistake long time ago... Want to hear a bit about that?
- Sure I do, father. But first... No, gosh that can't be?! - he took a huge puff and started to cough. He felt a familiar taste on his tongue, a bittersweet scent of herbs. And the thick, striking aroma of the smoke.

- Yeah... You got it - it's not tobacco. At least not only... - father Donovan smiled - This shall clear your mind and let you go peacefully over a few things...
- You bet, father.  I haven't smoked stuff since my college years. It's pretty shit one. I can already feel it starting to work.
- Indeed. The rastafarians believe it's how the God speaks to you. And maybe they are right? Nobody knows the path that God follows. And it's not for us to judge, but for our merciful Father in heavens. Anyway, you wanted to hear a bit about sister Theresa, didn't you, my son?
- Damned right, father - Brass involuntarily burst into laughter. He could fell the tension go away, his muscles relax and his thoughts flow about slowly and without any hurry.

- I first came here in 1963. I was 25 then. And the things weren't very much different from what they are now, believe me - the priest stood up, opened a drawer and brought a photo album.

- Well, my son - he presented Brass a photo of a really cute teenager. Her face was somewhat familiar. Jessie was struck by the idea it was young Theresa.
- Yes, you are right - father Donovan said, as if reading Brass' mind - She is very similar to Theresa. Her name was Marianne and she was Theresa's mother.

- I get it... And who was... the father? - the ex-marine looked tentatively at the priest. His eyes opened wide at the very though. Donovan nodded.
- Yes. Yes, that was my mistake. Or maybe not a mistake, maybe I could just call it an unfortunate accident. And may the Lord forgive me... Now you see, I am not the best person to advise you, am I? Well, I was young, I was airhead and she was just so sweet, so innocent and pure. Somehow, I don't know how, that just happened. So, I do understand. And if you want to talk, my son, come over any time you want. But please, not tonight. Think things over and come some other day at more appropriate time, all right? You're welcome to visit me.

- Glad to know that. By the way, father, don't you feel tempted anymore?
- Too old for that - the priest laughed.
- But if you had any decent photos, please, bring them to me - he smiled - And take some pot with you, you may enjoy it later - he offered him a small package with about half gram.
Brass took it, thanked,  got up, shaking his head in disbelief. His shook the older man's hand and left for his little room by the gym.

Father Donovan closed the front door and came back to his room. The meeting woke his old demons, he thought were long asleep and gone. He reached back with his thought to 1969 when he was still young. It was the end of a long, long decade. His country has undergone a serious revolution in the social life. The age of free love and flower power, together with war, political scandals, sex, drugs, rock'n'roll and the fall of moral values left everybody shaken.

It didn't apply so much to the small, quiet place called The School of St. Dumas. Father Donovan, however, was a man still in his best years and often moaned quietly when he saw young, innocent girls bloom into women full of passion and desires.

The edge was close, though he would never think he'd go over it. Or maybe he just didn't want to think.

Marianne was 13 then. He knew her very well - beautiful, bright child, full of passion and love for every single creature and phenomenon of the world. She was one of the best students, always curious and hungry for knowledge. He liked the moments, when she came to him with her doubts about the faith, the eternal life, her questions about the nature of God and life of Jesus of Nazareth.

He was Marianne's confessor and knew all her little doubts. He could never, ever, in his wildest dreams even imagine such a thing would happen.

As years went by Marianne was growing - her questions changed, she learned new things and changed her views on things. It was one dark, winter afternoon. He hadn't seen her for couple of days - all the girls went for a trip to the Sanctuary of St. Anthony. He spotted her during the morning mass the next day, but she turned her head aside, avoiding his look, as if ashamed. And ashamed she was, he learned soon.

She came to him in the afternoon. It was already dark outside. He invited her to his little office - the chapel was quite cold under heavy burden of snow that covered everything around the school.

- Father Donovan - she said sadly, still avoiding eye contact - I... I... Father, I'd like to confess my sins... Could you please listen to my confession. I... I feel I can't tell anyone, but I can't hide it anymore. It's just too much for me... Please, Father, will you listen, will our Lord listen to such a horrible, filthy sinner I am? - she asked, her eyes glistening with tears that started to come.
- Good God, sweet little Marianne, what was so filthy, so that you behave like that - he asked, grabbing her arms and kneeling in front of her. The first tear was just rolling down along her face.
- It was during the trip, father. I... I can't say that... I'm too ashamed! - she burst into tears, putting her head on his arm. He could feel his shirt was getting more and more wet.
- Don't be! It is just me, father Donovan, your friend. My poor child, God will forgive you anything. I can see you are deeply sorry for whatever happened. Now, don't cry and confess - he encouraged.
- There... During the trip, I mean... Father, oh, it's so sinful, so filthy - she licked a tear from her cheek. He shivered at that sight - When we were in bed already, you, like, in the evening. Oh, father, I can't!- she exclaimed.
- You did what? - he asked, smiling at her - Smoked cigarettes? Drunk wine? What was so terrible to make you cry like that, poor, little girl? - He embraced her, trying to cheer her up. He could feel her chest jerk with every spasm of sob. Somewhere, deep in his mind lit an irrelevant, strange thought that this little child in no longer such a little child and she has a nice, big pair of breasts.
- OK, father Donovan. I'll confess, but I can't say it, so I'll show you. Let the God forgive.

The teenager released herself from he embrace and stepped back. Before he could even think about it, she grabbed her long, black skirt and pulled it all the way up, trying to keep it there between her chest and her chin. And in a blink of an eye she reached down with her hands to her hips, grabbing and pulling her pantyhose and her panties all the way down to her ankles. He looked amazed as she exposed herself from her waist down. Before any understanding came, he noticed her cunny - her pussy lips were still fat the childish way but already covered with some nice fleece of fair, curly hair.

- Father Donovan, I touched myself down there. And I touched other girls too and let them touch me. Please, tell me God can forgive such an offender like I've become... Please, father, say something... - tears started to come from her eyes once again.

Donovan was not prepared for anything even distant to such a situation. He just knelt there, in front of that child, staring insanely at her slit, unable to say a word.

- I... I, Marianne, look, I... How did it happen? You didn't seem to be interested in things like that? Not you? - he inquired, his eyes still fixed on the hairy patch covering her crotch.

- We started talking about that, father. We talked about boys, you know - she confessed, holding her skirt high up, pressed against her chest, her cunny exposed to his unobstructed view. As he listened, he felt his dick twinge, something that didn't happen to him too often. He licked his lips and without a thought, not realizing what he's doing, he demanded:
-Show me. Show me the way you touched. I need to see that - his breath quickened. He was already out of his mind.

The 13-year-old obediently removed her skirt completely, together with her blouse, to give herself better access to her lovely mound. She propped herself with one hand against the desk and with the other, she started to stroke her slit, moving her slim finger up and down along it, pressing it in until it deepened between her puffy, firm lips. She stopped crying, seeing the unexpected expression on the priest's face. It was amazement, not horror or disgust as she had expected.

- Forgive me my Lord and you, oh, sweet child, forgive me. I shall be damned - he lifted her in the air, pushed her so she was lying on her back on the desk. Her legs got spread to the sides. Without hesitation he dived his head between her knees and started eating her, licking furiously her cunt, reaching hungrily for her clit, for her tight, virgin opening, licking her rosebud. At the same time his hand dived under her shirt and found that lovely pair of breasts that delighted him so much earlier. His other hand stroked her thigh, moving to her buttocks from time to time.

She moaned, overwhelmed by the situation but trusting to this man she knew since she was very little. She believed what he did was righteous. It had to be. At the same time, she shivered with a new, unknown emotion, unexpected feelings her body now produced. From what father Donovan did between her legs - she knew he was licking her wee-wee, though it could seem incredible and naughty and gross - there came a feeling of immense pleasure, overwhelming pleasure flooding all her little body. Suddenly she felt what she thought was a hit of electricity - her whole body tensed, jerked and she fainted, losing her mind completely.

She came back to reality, feeling some pressure, some strange fullness between her legs. Something seemed to be in her tummy, in a place she didn't suppose existed, at least not before. It was moving, stretching her inside, sliding in and out a new, never before expected hole between her legs. She propped herself on her elbows to see what is father Donovan doing and she was surprised to see him putting a finger somewhere inside her, between her legs.

- Are you putting it in my bum? - she asked curiously, looking up at him - But it feels different than when I poop. It must be some other place.
- Oh, yes, Marianne. This is a special, little opening that every girl in the world has. It is very important for them, at least from certain age...
- And sister Jean-Baptiste has one too? - she asked, gasping when the new, pleasant feeling came again, sending electric jolts through her body again. She jerked, pulling herself back she could feel his finger pop out from her opening.
- It... It... - she couldn't catch her breath - It feels good, father. Please, does this mean I'm forgiven? Are my sins remitted?
- Yes, my child - said father Donovan, biting his lip and pulling something from his trousers. It was rigid, long and tilted to the sides.
- What's that, father? - she asked, a bit anxious and afraid.
- That's my wee-wee, sweet child. I'm going to put it inside you, just like I did with my finger. Don't be afraid, please. Trust me... - his breath was heavy. He didn't know at all what was he doing and how did it all happen. He just knew he had to possess that little girl no matter what. Hell be damned, he was ready to die and meet face to face with the Satan himself, just to find out how her little cunt felt.
- Are you sure? This is too big, it will tear me in pieces - she protested, as she felt the warm, soft tip of his dick press strongly against her opening. She could feel she was all wet down there, in some strange way her cunny produced a flood of slippery, thick juice, covering her hips, tummy, her butt and it didn't seem to stop coming. She felt the father's thing press even stronger and then, suddenly, in one paroxysm of pain, fear and pleasure she lost her conscience again.

As if still unconscious, as if in a dream she could feel something long, hard and thick move in and out of her. This feeling caused her much pain but on the other hand gave her pleasure of that new kind - the one she already started to like. She looked up at father Donovan's face - his expression was tense, his eyes closed, he moaned loudly to the rhythm she could feel inside her tummy. Suddenly he jerked his head back, hit her hard so she cried with pain it caused and she felt something warm, wet and sticky being pumped inside her. It seemed to last for ages and before the flood was over, she fainted again.

She woke up, still lying on the desk, her legs hanging in the air. She could still feel serious discomfort in her cunny - the opening she just learned to have was hurt and caused quite a pain. She reached her hand down there and brought it before her eyes to see some strange, thick, white mucus with red traces of blood.

- Father! Father Donovan! What have you done to me? - she looked at him, fear in her eyes.

It was over thirty years since that day, but Donovan knew he'd never forget the expression on her face - the face of a child, whose faith was disappointed, who was let down by the one she most deeply trusted and believed.

Nobody found out. Marianne seemed to forgive him - things were back to normal, mostly. Couple months later it turned out she was pregnant. She was immediately expelled from school and couple more months later the reverend mother found a small parcel in front of her door. It was a newborn baby, a cute little girl. Although it was quite easy to guess who could've been the mother, only Donovan knew who the father was.

They raised this sweet baby into a fine young woman, into a nun. But she didn't want to play their rules, and so, in effect, father Donovan's only begotten daughter was expelled from the convent only couple days before. He sighed and felt asleep, tired by the memories from his past.

Alice was already in her bed, dancing on the thin edge between dream and reality. Carrie and Beth were still in the bathroom, taking their time. Most probably, having fun again, Alice though, a bit bitterly. Since she learned about her two roommates being lovers, she envied them and longed for having someone like that for her own. She couldn't take Tammy under consideration and wasn't courageous enough to ask the other two to let her join them.

She was lying on her stomach, writhing around, unable to fall asleep. The youngest was already sleeping like a log, and Carrie and Beth still weren't coming. Her butt-long tress got under her stomach, the fuzzy, hairy end of it was pressed against her cunny, teasing her pleasurably. Without a second thought she turned to her back, removed her panties and started to stroke her cleft with her soft hair.

She felt something deep between her legs tighten, as she was feeling her crotch and her firm, little butt, reaching her slim fingers along her cleavage. She was already wet. Her moist, musky juice flew down her cunny and lower, over her rosebud, between her ass cheeks and into the sheets of her bad. Her covers slid aside, but she didn't notice that, having her eyes closed and concentrating on the sensations filling her young, innocent body.

She moved her index finger along her cleft, spreading her fat, puffy cunny lips to the sides, going down, to the unknown land until she felt the little opening of her butt. It was swollen with her excitement, all wet and slippery. Without even realizing what she's doing, Alice pushed her finger hard against the sphincter and her whole finger went deep inside her asshole.

A creak of the door sounded like a thunder in the silence of the dark room and a bright patch of light from the open door revealed the very picture of Alice's bottom with her index finger trapped in the very middle of it, probing her bowels. The figure that entered the room gasped, both terrified, amazed and confused.


Part V - Alice in Wonderland

Brass got to his room and immediately fell asleep. But he wasn't supposed to rest peacefully. In his dreams, the girls of the School came to him, haunting his mind and body. All around him he could see the scenes from the past day. Once again he was surrounded by a crowd of teenagers, each one of them a fine, young, blooming creature. They all kind of danced around him, brushing their breasts and bottoms against his body. The girls wore their black gymnastic leotards and not a single one of them wore bra or panties underneath. He could see their nipples poke out through the cotton fabric, their slits clearly visible tightly clad by material, crowned with a patch of pubic hair above.

They slowly danced around him, stroking his arms and chest with their slim, tender fingers. He could feel the jolts of pleasure run through his body with every touch. He extended his hands to touch these dream girls, reached to caress their teenage bodies. Under his touch their leotards started to vanish and soon he was surrounded by a crowd of naked cuties.

Their tits wiggled in the air as they moved, their long, slender legs caught his attention, seeming so long and shapely. He had an unobstructed view of dozens of pussies, all kind of them, from those completely naked - either naturally or shaved naked, to those covered with a real bush of thick, curly hair, sometimes running down on inner thighs. These furry patches were of all colors - from platinum blonde, through fiery ginger to pitch black.

The pussies didn't catch his attention for long, as he started to look at the girls' bottoms. Round and shapely, young, firm buttocks seemed to cry for being touched, stroked, caressed, kissed, patted... Brass could not stand it anymore and caught the first girl nearby in his arms, intending to finally get rid of this sweet tension they all brought him.

While Brass was dreaming away in happy mood, Alice was living through her worst nightmare. She's just been caught masturbating, her finger still inside her poophole, start-naked. She tensed and after a moment that seemed to be an eternity she pulled her head up to look at the person who discovered her secret.

In the open door there stood Carrie. Her eyes and mouth were wide open, she stared in disbelief at the erotic scenario in from of her unbelieving eyes. Over her shoulder Bethany was tying to grab a quick look at her roommate.

- Geez-ass - gasped Carrie - Alice, I'm fuckin' impressed!

She pulled Bethany into the room and closed the door behind her. Both of them approached Alice's bed. The youngster noticed they didn't wear their pajamas, they just wrapped their towels around their bodies, over the bust line. Lying there, humiliated, with her finger still sunk in her butt, she irrelevantly wondered what would it be like to feel Carrie's breasts.

Finally, as if realizing what really happened, she removed the finger from her asshole, sat up and covered herself with her blanket.

- Guys, hope you won't tell anybody... - she started - I'd die, I think. Please?

- It's alright with me - Bethany spoke first, Carrie nodded her head in agreement - I wouldn't worry in your place, y'know...
- Yeah - the older one added - Everyone's doing it. Believe me... - she hesitated, not knowing if what she said wasn't too much.
- Yeah... I know... I know you two are lovers, guys. I've been watching you for some time already. Don't worry, I haven't said anybody - she quickly explained, seeing their anxiety. The roles were exchanged now - Beth and Carrie became the ones caught, not little Alice.
- How did you know? Was it that obvious?
- Not very much. It took me sometime to find out. But when you know what're looking for, you'll find.

The three of them sat there on Alice's bed, silent for a moment. In the darkness only Tammy's peaceful breath was heard. The cool night air was chilly. Suddenly Beth heard a steady, rhythmic noise - the steps on the corridor.

- The checks! Get to beds! - she whispered urgently, immediately jumping toward her own bed. All three of them dove under the blankets, pretending to be asleep. Soon the door opened and a nun looked into the room. She saw all four of the girls in their beds, apparently sleeping and left satisfied to control other rooms.

- That was close - Carrie whispered when she was sure the danger was over. She jumped out of bed and dropped her towel, she was still wrapped in, to the floor. She stood there for a moment completely naked in a patch of moonlight. Her skin glistened silverly.

- You're so pretty - whispered Alice - Guys, please, once again, don't tell anybody that you caught me. I'd die if anyone found out.
- Don't you worry, darling - Carrie said, putting on her nightie - Same about our little secret. I'd be glad if you still kept it secret.

- May I ask you a question? - she asked after a while, sitting on the edge of the younger girl's bed. Soon Bethany joined them, wearing her pajama. 
- Why did you finger your ass? I mean, I've heard about it but never actually met anyone doing it. How does it feel, huh?
- It's kinda embarrassing to talk about... - Alice looked away from her roommate.
- C'mon, tell us. And we can tell you whatever you ask about us. Deal? - Beth smiled in the darkness. Alice nodded, agreeing the deal.
- So? How come? Y'know, we both finger our pussies...
- I don't know, it just... happened. I never thought about it, really. I think it started when I was at the nurse's, couple weeks ago. I mean, I already played with myself sometimes before. I was sick then...

- Yeah, I remember that. You stayed there for couple days, didn't you? - Carrie asked.
- Yes, exactly. When I was lying there, the nurse gave me suppository. The medicine you put into your poophole, you know what I mean. At first I thought it was yuck, but when she put it in, the very moment was really nice. I got three more during the next few days. And I came to really like it.
- Is that what made you start fingerfucking your ass? - Beth wanted to know.
- Yes. And not only that. Before I left, before the nurse decided I was healthy she gave me an enema. When they pour water into your bum, so that you can poop easier. And that excited me really much. So, when I came back I tried to find a way to pleasure myself. And that just started, like that...

- How did you do that?
- For the first time I tried under the shower. I wet my finger and tried to push it in. It was difficult at first, but now I can do it quite easily - Alice looked at the other girls. Even Carrie, always so grown-up and mature, listened to her revelations with her mouth open. Alice felt like a hero.

- Can you show us? - asked Carrie finally breaking the silence. Alice thought for a moment. That was the time she was waiting for. Now she'll be able to join the pair of lovers in their erotic games. She wasn't embarrassed by being caught anymore. That was her great chance.

- OK, but will you let me play with you? I mean the sex and stuff you know what I mean. Will you? I'd wanted to join you since the first time I learned you were doing it. Please? - she looked at the blonde at first, then at the redhead. They both exchanged glances and seriously nodded their heads, smiling.

- I guess we can invite you to share our experience - Carrie said.
- Alright! That's great! So, like, I'll show you if you want... - Alice lied flat on her back and pulled her nightshirt up, under her chin. She lifted her legs high in the air so that her knees almost touched her chest and then spread them to the sides.

Carrie and Bethany were now treated with an unobstructed view of Alice's young cunny. Her pussy lips were pink, fat and completely bare. They spread to the sides, making the girl completely open for their view. Both of them could see Alice was wet, moisture glistened in the red cleft and traces of dried girl juice marked her cunny and thighs.

She salivated her index finger, then using the index finger and the thumb of her other hand she spread her ass-cheeks wide, exposing her rosebud. It was purple and swollen. She put the tip of her finger on it, relaxed her sphincter and pushed her whole finger inside, right up her shit chute. The other two gasped with amazement, staring at her back orifice.

- Is that pleasant? - asked Bethany, whispering, her voice a little squeaky with excitement.
- Sure it is - Alice answered - I wouldn't do that if it wasn't pleasant.
- I thought it could cause pain maybe - Carrie was genuinely amazed with the special show she was just enjoying. She never expected such a treat from this shy, slim 12-year-old. That was really something and she was excited herself now. She could feel the thick moisture drip from her cunt, absorbed by her panties.

- It could be unpleasant if you tensed your muscle, I think. But if you relax the opening it gets in easily. You want to try it guys? - she asked.

- I don't know. It seems so gross. It's the hole where shit comes from after all. Isn't it dirty? - Bethany asked hesitantly.

- Don't you worry - ensured her Alice - It's alright. So, wanna give it a try? You'll like it!
- OK - Carrie said - Let me be first. Will you put your finger into my asshole, Alice? - she asked, lying on her back and rising her legs in the air. Her nightie fell down and to the sides, exposing her naked pubis, her cunny covered with soft, curly, fair hair, moisture glistening on her pussy lips and inside her slit, some of her girl juice smeared all over her inner thighs.

- Relax now, OK? It's very important - Alice wet her finger with Carrie's juice and smeared it over her rosebud, slightly pressing her finger in to lubricate it.

- Relax it, Carrie. It's going in - she said as she started to force her index finger into the older girl's asshole. At first it was difficult and the opening resisted but suddenly the blonde managed to relax her sphincter and Alice's finger dashed inside, buried fully in her hot humid rectum. Carrie moaned quietly with pleasure, thrusting her hips and pressing her ass hard against her roommate's hand. She tightened her asshole around the finger inside it and moved her whole body as if she wanted to withdraw it but then thrust back again, seemingly trying to absorb more of it.

Alice started to fingerfuck her roommate's asshole with quick, deep strokes, starting slowly then speeding up the tempo when she noticed Carrie really enjoyed the new experience. The older girl started to breathe in quick spasms, she was now moaning quietly. She could feel Alice's finger probing her bowels, touch her soft, delicate intestines, sending waves of shivering pleasure along her shit chute, deep into her body and into her pussy tunnel separated only by thin tissue.

Beth looked amazed as some other girl was satisfying her lover. She was thinking over the idea of letting Alice join their little secret. On one hand she was slightly jealous, on the other she liked the prospect of having one more girlie in bed. Just looking at Carrie made her really horny and she was dripping wet now, the cum soaking through the sheets on Alice's bed. Anyway, the overproduction of her girl juice seemed just so typical for little Beth.

- Geez-ass! What a feeling! I can't take it anymore - Carrie gasped as she orgasmed anally for the very first time in her life. She collapsed on the bed, panting. It took her some time before she lifted her shaken body and looked at Alice.

- That was something - she admitted - I guess I know why you do it.
- How was it, Carrie? - Beth asked - Tell me, please? Did you like it? Wasn't it, y'know...
- You should try yourself, my sweet. I guess I'll start liking this... A least from time to time.
- I don't know. I don't feel like doing it... - Bethany said hesitantly, biting her lower lip. Finally she gasped and said - Let me try a bit later, OK? I need to relax.
- As you wish - Carrie whispered in her ear, teasing it with her tongue - But you miss much, believe me...

Tammy moved about on her bed and slightly lifted her head.
- Go t'bed guys, willya? Lemme sleep... - she murmured and turned her back on them again, covering herself including her head.

- I guess we have to call it quits for today - Alice whispered. The others decided it right and all three of them soon slept in their beds.

On the verge of dream Carrie touched her rosebud, feeling her newly found erogenic zone. She smiled to her thoughts, feeling pleasurable warmth in her back opening. Finally she dreamt away.

Brass woke up in the morning wit a raging hard-on and a whirlwind in his mind, still filled with reminiscences of last night's dream. It was wild to dream of all the sexy pixies he taught PE in erotic context. Wild and exciting. Jessie wondered, if he'd be able to do it if he had an opportunity. Looking at his image in the mirror, shaving, he shook his head. Nope, he decided, things like this never happen. You only read about it in books. He couldn't expect what the day will bring for him.

Finished with his morning routine and the breakfast with the School community he came back to his small room. It was Saturday after all and he decided to use some free time. Not being able to get beer nearby and not willing to walk 4 miles to the nearest village, he decided to use some of the pot Father Donovan gave him. Marijuana brought back his old memories from the Las Segovias Operation where he used to smoke quite a lot of that stuff. Come to think of it, it was already couple years ago, he thought. He prepared himself couple nice, long blunts and left, locking the door behind him.

He already learned that The School of St. Dumas, itself located in quite a deserted area, was surrounded by a huge park, partly wild and finally changing into a forest. This was around 2 miles from the main building and that's where he headed, intending to relax in the woods. He set off around noon.

Brass wasn't the only one looking for some nice, lonely place. Right after the breakfast and morning prayers Alice and Beth left for so-called Temple of Thoughts. It was an old building in the park, quite distant from the campus. It indeed resembled an ancient temple. Nobody ever visited that place and they assumed it to be great for some hot fun. Carrie was expected to came little later, being called by Reverend Mother to discuss her going home for couple days next week. She promised to make it to the Temple as soon as possible.

Girls quickly got to their destination. After making sure they were completely alone, they started. At first it was Beth's task to teach Alice kissing. She hadn't done that before at all and was indeed willing to learn. They started french-kissing and after some time Alice turned out to be a really brilliant student. Both of them soon got quite horny from their wet, hot smacks.

- Beth - Alice said, splitting and licking her lips - You wanted to try fingerfucking your poophole, didn't you?
- Well, yes, I did... - the redhead hesitated - You mean like here? Now?
- Why not? Nobody's here except us. Who's going to know? C'mon! Give it a try! Don't be such a pussy!
- OK. But be careful. I'm still not sure I'm gonna like it.
- I will, don't you worry. Turn over - ordered Alice. They both wore their School uniforms - white blouses, long skirts, white knee-length socks and black shoes. Beth propped herself against the wall lifting her skirt high up and keeping it in place with her hand. Alice squatted behind her and removed her white, cotton panties, setting them aside.

Brass was well on his way, when he noted this funny, small building on his right. Deciding he had plenty of time he turned to see it. He soon reached it and intended to get inside this silly little temple, when he heard voices inside. He quietly peeped around the corner, his marine training coming in.

Saying he was stunned by what he saw would be too weak. In front of his eyes a cute, really young redhead stood with her bottom naked, stuck at him and her friend about the same age with wonderful, butt-long tress was just feeling her ass.

- Alright now, I'll try putting it in, so just relax, got it? - he heard the black-haired one say.
- I'll try, but be slow, willya, Alice? - her sexy friend answered. Alice nodded and salivated her finger. She smeared some saliva over the other's butthole. Then she suddenly got an apparently bright idea and started to delicately lick her friend's ass. Brass extracted a joint from his pocket and lit it with his trembling hands. His breathing got heavier while he watched the teens play with each other.

- Oh my God, what are you doing to me? Feels so nice - the redhead moaned.
- Stand still, Bethany. I need to prepare your hole for my finger. You really like it? - she asked, continuing to lap her tongue about Beth's anus. Finally she salivated her finger again and pressed the tip of it against the tight, pink opening. She pressed a bit more, trying to drive it in.

- Won't go. Try relaxing it - she demanded.
- I'm doing it. Try pushing harder. It feels so funny and nice. And it tickles. Just as if I was about to pee - Beth confessed. At that very point Brass already had his rock hard shaft in his right fist, using his left hand to help himself with the pot cigarette. He took a deep puff, slowly stroking his stiff, swollen member. He suspected it will not take him long to cum looking at these hot, pre-teen lesbo sluts.

Alice twisted her finger and pushed it harder. Suddenly she forced her way through Beth's sphincter and her whole finger sunk in, deep up her roommate's shit chute. Redhead moaned loudly and tensed.

- Geez-ass fucking Christ - she shouted - I'm gonna pee - she moaned. Her whole body tensed more and a hot stream of yellow liquid speared from her cleft, splashing against the wall and floor of the Temple of Thoughts. She continued to urinate for seemingly infinite time, while Alice slowly fingerfucked her asshole. Brass puffed the marihuana and furiously jacked off, staring at this wild erotic live-show.

Beth was still peeing when he shot his load, thick wad of white cream that dripped slowly down the wall followed by another and another and one more. He came like a waterfall. His mind got blank, he could see only the sweetest young bottom fingered with such care and devotion right in from of his eyes.

Suddenly he felt someone put a hand on his arm. Immediately he turned around to face a pretty blonde, aged about 15 or 16. He tensed, words stuck in his throat.

- Well, well. What do we have here? Isn't that Mr. Courson? - said the girl. So sexy in that School uniform - thought Brass irrelevantly.

The girl looked down, at his hand still gripping his dick.

- Beating the bishop while peeping on little girls, huh? - she looked him in the eyes - How gross and filthy of you, Mr. Teacher... What if anybody found out?
- Listen, err...
- Carrie.
- Listen, Carrie, it's not what you think - Brass desperately tried to think a way out of the whole situation. The sexy lesbian couple inside the Temple didn't seem to notice the tragedy just outdoors.
- And what's this? - Carrie took the joint from his lips and puffed it - The smell... And the taste... Could it be our dear Mr. Courson is smoking ganja? Isn't it illegal, sir? - she looked in his eyes and puffed a cloud of smoke in his direction.

He took the cigarette from her and puffed on it, nervously zipping his trouser. Fuck, to get caught like this. Never, in the deepest jungle, at worst times, he was never caught like this. And by whom? By a blonde teenager with nice tits...

- We can make a deal - he said, putting out the joint butt - You keep secret and I keep secret. You're lovers with the pair inside, I assume, right? You wouldn't like to be expelled from this fine, expensive school.
- Don't fuck, sir. It's never been fine. Not this shit here. And don't try to blackmail me. It's you who is guilty of pedophilia and possessing illicit substances.
- Yeah. And whom are they going to believe? A cheecky teen or her teacher, huh, wise guy? - he snapped a question at her. She frowned.

- All right. I can keep secret, but you'll do one more thing for me, is it alright, sir?
- What's that?
- First of all you give me some ganja. And I get you to fuck me and my friends. Deal?
- Deal - said the ex-marine and they shook hands - But not in here. If I was able to catch the duo inside, anybody can. And we don't want to risk it, Carrie, do we? - he smiled. Something wicked this way comes... - he thought.


Part VI - First Blood

- And I get you to fuck me and my friends - that was exactly what this hot teenager said. Brass was goddamned sure it was neither dream nor the effect o smoking too much pot.

It was only couple hours before, that he caught a hot preteen lesbian duo in what they called Temple of Thought. After a short but fruitful talk with their older friend, that pretty Carrie, the ex-marine and the girl made a deal. He was supposed to fuck all three of them.

He was ready to believe everything that occurred to him was the effect of smoking too much pot. First he had a live show of a cute, petite blonde anally fingering her friend and then he received the offer to screw them. Unbelievable.

Brass made an appointment with Carrie, the older one, the slim blonde that caught him red handed - peeping and smoking pot. She also demanded some of it. The girl seemed serious about the fuck case. It was around the time they were supposed to meet. He was in the gym, training pull-ups.

She came couple minutes later, when he already started to suspect all that happened was a hallucination and nothing else.

- Hello, Mr. Courson - she said and courted. He stood on the ground and greeted her, bowing his head slightly.
- Hello, Carrie. I suppose I know what brings you here.
- Yeah - she smiled, slightly biting her lower lip, ashamed suddenly. Now that her idea started to work out she was no longer so self-confident. Looking at this big, muscular man she felt some faint panic deep inside. But, at the same time, she thought of him as a lover and her pussy got moist. Encouraged by the erotic tingling deep in her young womb she breathed deeply and started.

- You still agree to do what I asked you, sir? - her eyes escaped to the side, when he looked her in the face.
- Positive. If you're sure you want it. All of you. And I hope you realise the social implications?
- We are sure. I've talked the thing over with the girls... and we want it. I think we better come at night so that nobody could catch us then... And yes, of course, we can keep it secret. We'd be pretty fucked if it went public, you know. 
- All right then - the ex-marine replied - You know where to find me. And don't let this get out of hand...

She just nodded her head and left. He looked at her back, marvelling at her young shape - her slender figure, long legs, already nicely curved hips. She wore her school uniform and that gave her this look of innocence making her even more desirable and sexy. Especially sexy, for she rocked her hips just a bit overtly.

- Jessie, you stupid old dog, what have you gotten into? - he asked himself aloud, when she left. His voice echoed in the gym decaying slowly. Brass retrieved his last pot cigarette and lit it, heading for the fire staircase. In no time he made it to the roof and sat there, watching over the campus. Life was playing tricks on him, sometimes, wasn't it? He looked at the distant horizon, over the great, grassy meadows, that belonged to School. A forest marked a darker patch about three miles from the building he was on now. Tall, green pines speared into the sky, poking the clouds it seemed. His thoughts made a circle and returned to the blonde Carrie and suddenly he realized something else was poking his trousers... And it wasn't a pine, though it seemed just as stiff, hard and long. 

There are moments when time rushes forward, like a wild mountain river. It flashes past you and suddenly you see the hours gone. And there are also moments, when the time seems to have stopped its run. Every few minutes you glance at your watch and you see the hand had only moved a few steps. The anticipation starts to overgrow you and you can't fight your impatience... Brass had to struggle with the latter case that afternoon. Knowing what was supposed to happen at night, he could hardly find rest. All the time he walked there and back; he trained a bit; he played some basketball - all alone; he tried jogging around the campus. All that was a of little help to his tormented mind. Both anticipation and some anxiety crept through his head, making the waiting unbearable.

Finally the evening has come. He was all alone in his little room beside the gym. All the campus seemed asleep. The evening mass was long over and it was well past the time he knew the girls were supposed to go to bad. He open the window a bit, listening to the noises of the night. He could hear some birds. He stalked every little rustle, every creak, every whisper. Finally he positively identified the footsteps on the gravel path leading to te gym. More than one pair of little feet were making a faint noise. They have arrived - he knew.

In no time at all he heard a gentle knocking on the door.

- Come in - he said in a low voice. The door creaked as it was opened and they all came in.

Carrie was walking first, wearing a long, white nightgown, with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was followed by two other, younger girls. Brass recognized the hot lesbian duo he caught playing in the Temple of Thought. The redhead came in first, wearing a long nightgown and a blanket over her shoulders, just like her older friend. She was promptly followed by te other girl - a beautiful young nymph with shiny, long, black hair. They all smiled shyly at him, apparently somewhat anxious, maybe even a little bit frightened. He could see it in their eyes - they all cast quick, nervous glances all over the place, avoiding eye contact with the adult man.

- So... - the blonde said hesitantly - Like... We're here, Mr. Courson...
- I'm glad you could come - the man nodded his head in a courtly way. His heart pounded heavily and he could exactly feel where was all the blood pumped to. And he was more than sure the girls in front of him knew that too, already.
- I... - said Carrie.
- I... - the man said simultaneously. They both paused. An uneasy silence fell all over the room. For a moment nobody said anything and finally Brass started to laugh. He laughed heartily, long and loud and soon the girl started to giggle at first and the to laugh happily with him.

- Sheesh... - he said - I haven't felt like this since I was your age. I'm all nervous and anxious - he admitted.
- No wonder - the redhead said in a low voice - It's not often that you meet girls like us, I suppose, mister. Ain't that so? - she inquired. He agreed. It wasn't often. It had never happened before in fact.
- So, er... - the dark-haired nymph stepped forward - Probably you know that already... I'm Alice - she extended her small hand toward him. The ex-marine shook it with a grin.
- Just call me Brass - he said.
- Why so? - she was curious.
- It's an old nickname, from the days I spent in the military - he explained, looking at her. She was one awesome creature. She dropped her blanket to the floor and now stood in front of him, wearing nothing except her long, white, apparently cotton nightgown. Quite a thin one. She had a slim, slender figure of a child, with only little bumps on her chest. Little they were, they stood out however, evidently erect in the slightly chilly, night air. And also erect with arousal - there was no mistake about it. The preteen blushed and he could notice her hands shook a little.

- Then, I'm Beth - the redhead courted in front of him. He had seen both of then naked already, but now he just devoured them with his greedy, hungry eyes. She had the most beautiful little bust he had ever imagined. Little, round, firm breasts were clad tightly by the thin fabric of Beth's nightgown, her nipples poking through. She seemed a bit embarrassed and  uneasy about it.
- Beth, nice to meet the girl who has the prettiest pair of lovely breasts in the whole wide world. And believe me, I've been around here and there - he said. She blushed instantly, her cheeks become bright red, brighter than her hair. She turned her head sideways, escaping his look and biting her lower lip. Yet she seemed content with his little compliment.

- I... It's like, we don't have a whole night mister - Carrie butted in. She felt a little envious about the ex-soldiers remark. After all she was woman the most in this strange trio; at least she assumed it to be so.
- Sure - he said, shifting his gaze back to her - How do you want it to be done?
- Well... - she hesitated - We haven't figured it out... Yet...

Upon hearing that he laughed. He glanced down, where she could see a slightly darker patch in her crotch through the thin nightgown. He reached with his hand and putting it on the girls hip he pulled her toward himself.

- I say we just start. And it'll work out itself somehow - he told them - Come here - he motioned with his hand.
- Do you know anything about what you're intending to do? I mean, no offence girls, but had any of you done it before? - they remained silent and somewhat grim.
- So I thought. Let's do it like this - I'll proceed as usual, and you just let me know, when you stop feeling comfortable about the whole situation, all right? - all of them nodded eagerly, excited with anticipation.

- Lie down here - he ordered Carrie. She obediently did as she was told, lying on her back on his bed. He knelt down beside the bed and spread her legs apart. She gasped, a little frightened - it was all going so fast.

He could now see her lovely pussy right in front of him. She had a thick patch of dark blonde hair, covering her pinkish slit at the top. Lower, between her legs, her pussy lips were smooth. He lowered his face toward this sweet opening. He could see some moisture glistening inside her snatch. He sniffed and felt the unmistakable scent of arousal. The thick, musty scent of a woman he had smelled so many times before. "Yes, he though, so many times. But this is still a child" He struggled his thought for a second, then he lowered his face even more and licked across her lovely, little slit. She trembled, her muscles tense and gave out a quiet, muffled moan. He started to expertly lap his tongue on her teenage beaver, every time pressing stronger, every time going deeper. Her cunny lips were relaxed, now slightly parted. He started to push between them with the tip of his tongue, touching her steaming insides, feeling the sweet-and-sour taste of her young pussy, tasting her girl juice coming down, from inside of her aroused body. There was more and more of it with
every lick of his.

Quiet moans were escaping her throat once in a while. She pressed her legs against his ears and put her hands on his head, running her slim, little fingers through his hair. The ex-marine put his hand on her inner thighs and spread her legs wide again. Then he lifted his head and made sure she could perfectly see him, while he salivated his fingers. Her breasts heaved with a heavy breath, she blushed, her eyes shone.

Brass carefully massaged her outer cunny lips with his fingers. He needn't have salivated his fingers - she was all wet anyway. Thick, lucid moisture covered all of her pussy, her inner thighs, the lower parts of her butt. The man could feel the same wetness dry on his chin and his lips. He licked it and then pushed his finger between her cunny lips. He started to move it up and down, pulling those fleshy petals aside, discovering her innermost parts, searching.

And he found what he searched for - the tight little opening where all the wetness came from. He looked at her and she closed her eyes, letting him know she wants it. He hands trembled almost uncontrollably when he pushed his finger in. It speared deep into her young body, into her hot, moist, pulsating love canal. She tensed and her body arched in an instant.

He heard a loud sigh behind his back. The other two girls were still there, forgotten but present. Upon seeing their friend apparently overwhelmed with pleasure they both moved closer. Brass could feel their hot, quick breaths on the back of his neck. A small hand rested on his shoulder. 

Without giving it second thought he started to finger Carrie, slowly at first, then speeding up as he felt she was opening to his touch, relaxing under his caress. The girls started to breath in loud gasps, her whole body trembling. More and more moisture dripped form her young pussy, flooded his working fingers. He intended to give her a good time. He didn't manage.

In an instant her back arched and she froze halfway in the air, impale on his finger, grinding her crotch hard against his hand. A loud moan escaped her tightened throat. He could feel her love tunnel flexing, pulsating, contracting and relaxing around his fingers. She trembled and fell back on the sheets, exhausted.

For a moment they all remained silent. Carrie was still overwhelmed by her orgasm that ran through her young body like a tidal wave. Beth and Alice stood there sheepishly, their mouth gaping open, in awe...

Brass licked some of the thick, sour juice covering his fingers and he wiped the rest on his trousers. He looked down at the blonde teenager, but she didn't much comprehend yet, so he turned back to the other two.

- I suppose you've done it before with each other, huh? - he said - How about letting me do it now?

They looked at each other, a bit panicked. Then Beth first regained her composure and she spoke.

- Sure... I feel like it, mister. But... - she stopped for a moment, her eyes escaping his gaze - It's just you're the first man to touch me... - she confessed. The ex-soldier looked at her with a broad smile.
- So, my sweet girl. Teach me how to touch you - he said - Show me how you like to be caressed, all right?

The girl nodded and stepped forward. With one quick motion she bent down, grabbed the rim of her nightgown and pulled it up, over her head. She dropped it to the floor and stood in front of him wearing nothing but her birthday suit.

He had a good, long look before he did anything else. Her ginger hair reached to her pale shoulders, where some little freckles was. He moved his gaze lower, to her small breasts. Those were still A cup size, but soon they were about to grow. She had small nipples that swelled and stood out, as if awaiting something that was about to happen. Then his eyes slid down, over her flat tummy, already deprived of any traces of her baby fat. Down there was a darker shadow, a little patch of red, curly hair, still fair and numbered. It hardly concealed her crevice, a pink vertical slit that run from under her body. Her cunny lips were thick, fleshy and still somewhat childish.

- How... How d'you like it, mister? - she asked, unsure of his reaction. His body answered the question already. His pole was hard as a steel rod, poking upward, strangled by his trousers, which wasn't making it easy for him at all. He could feel it throb and pulsate in anticipation. The one eyed snake already smelled the prey.

- I say you're the prettiest and the sexiest 12-year-old I have seen so far - he grinned, as he motioned her to come closer.

He was sitting on the bed, so when she approached her young bust was just at his eye level. He embraced her small body with his hands and pulled her closer, taking her left nipple in his mouth. He applied gently suction on it, moving his hand to caress the other lovely, round twin nested on her chest. She sighed loudly, tensed. As he continued his ministrations she gradually started to relax and enjoy more. She was not nervous anymore now.

Brass moved his other hand down her back, to her sexy, round butt. He grabbed one of those firm, shapely ass cheeks of her and started to knead it slowly, letting the sensations of her preteen body sink deeply through all his senses. He could already smell her arousal as well. The girl was undoubtedly getting wet. He pulled her closer, so that Beth sat down on his extended knee. He looked down at her face, not abandoning his preoccupation with her boobies.

- Kiss me, mister - she whispered faintly, bringing her face up, toward his, and closing her eyes. He did as she asked, slightly touching her lips with his. Then she pressed his mouth some more against hers and he felt she open it. Soon his tongue speared inside, probing for hers. It was there, wet, hot, awaiting, ready to join the wrestle with this adult, experienced man. Ready to kiss a man for the first time in her life.

They lost the feeling of time passing. Kissing the preteen passionately, Brass kneaded her butt, tweaked her nipples, caressed her hair and shoulders. She grind her slit against his leg she was sitting on. The teacher could already feel a damp spot on his trousers. The moisture was coming from within her young, eager body.

They broke the kiss, both of them a bit dazed. The ex-soldier was about to explode any minute now. His pole was pointing high and the trousers could hardly conceal it anymore. He heard a faint noise beside him.

While the man and the girl were busy with each other, her friend took care of each themselves. They lied down, on the floor, the younger girl on the top, 69-ing each other. Brass saw Alice's butt stuck up in the air. Her ass-cheeks were spread to the sides and Carrie furiously fingered the little, tight, darker opening between those. The 12-year-old moaned from time to time with the anal pleasure she received, continuously licking her older lover, quite expertly, apparently.

Brass motioned Beth to stand up, and as quietly as he could, he approached the lesbian couple. He put his finger over his lips, letting Carrie know to keep silent. Alice didn't see him, being turned the other way, only her lovely, firm, bubble butt poking in his direction. He watched with total amazement as the older girl anally fingered her younger roommate. Carrie's index finger easily slid in and out of the long-haired nymphs asshole.

He knelt beside, ever so quiet, salivated his finger well and moved it closer to the girls rear orifice. Carrie got his intentions and slowly removed her finger. Alice made some muffled sound, apparently requesting the finger to be re-introduced up her rectum. Brass with shaking hands moved closer and pressed the tip of his index finger against the young girl's sphincter. He pushed some and it easily slid in, the muscular ring relaxed and a bit eased by the fingering already.

Alice pushed herself a little back, impaling her ass on him. She tensed and tightened the muscles of her rectum around him. And suddenly the realisation struck her that something has changed. Slowly, she turned her head to see the man, grinning madly at her and she felt hi furiously work her butthole. She whined in a high, quiet squeal as he continued his invasion.

Carrie crowled from under her friend and she motioned Beth. The redhead lied on her back in from of kneeling Alice, who instantly started to lick her away.

They were quite organised, Brass noticed; must've been doing it for quite a time. He didn't have much time to wonder, though. The oldest girl knelt beside him and whispered into his ear.

- I never done that. Only seen it in a movie and read of it, so tell me if I'm doing wrong - she reached for his zipper and freed his throbbing dick from the restraints of his trousers. It jumped out like a jack-in-the, swaying to the sides like a steel spring. The teenager gasped in awe and she was apparently also a little bit frightened. She didn't expect it to bit so big.

Carefully, she wrapped her long, warm fingers around the base of his cock. That sole action made his ball almost boil. He felt incredible tension, as he continued to ass-finger the 12-year-old in front of him, while a 16-year-old was playing with his dick.

He expected a nice handjob, but Carrie surprised him. She lowered her face and slowly, anxiously took his swelling, pulsating member in her small mouth. She could hardly accommodate it, as she wasn't at all used to doing it. He shivered. She had warm, velvety lips and a busy tongue that brushed the sensitive underside of his rod. She started to suck lightly, at the some time moving her head slowly up and down, withdrawing his cock from her mouth and swallowing it back in.

It didn't take long before his balls started to really boil. With every move of her head, every twitch of her tongue, every time his member slid into the girl's mouth he could feel the tension build up, his muscle tightening, his semen straining to break free. He stopped fingering Alice, unable to concentrate on the task anymore and he put his hand on Carrie's bobbing head.

All of a sudden he felt a familiar contraction along the whole of his shaft. He jerked his hips and shot his hot, liquit load straight to the girl's mouth.

She was surprised - she didn't expect it. She choked a bit and moved her head up, but soon she managed to swallow the first load and caught the rest of his spurting jism in her mouth. He came, wave after wave, huge wads of thick, sticky substance, pumping it in her young mouth. She couldn't manage to swallow all of it and some dribbled down her chin and down, on her nightgown.

The two other girls looked in awe, totally dumbstruck, as their friend struggled with the man's dick. It was the first time in their lives they've seen a real, adult cock and this was the most uncanny action that was happening in front of their wide-open eyes.

Finally Brass ceased to cum, right when Carrie started to suspect it's not going to ever end. He fell on his back with a loud sigh, spent. A thin string of white, glistening jism stretched from the tip of his still hard cock, to the red, wet lips of the girl that gave him such a great blowjob. Unexpert maybe, but still amazing.

Carrie managed to swallow all the load she had in her mouth and she wiped the remains from her chin, licking her finger. She was amazed, deep in thought, her eyes dazed somewhat.

- I hope I did it well? - she inquired, moving closer, so that she now sat on the floor beside Brass.
- Yes, sweet little Carrie - he stuttered - You did perfect - he grinned. He looked in her eyes, where rogue sparks lit.

- Geez-ass, that was something- Beth said in a quiet voice. She stared at the man, especially at his dick that was now going limp and small.
- What's going on with your thing, mister? - she asked, watching intently as the man's cock shrunk slowly.
- Oh, never mind it... It's always like this after a man cums - he explained - Soon it'll be up again and ready for some more action.
- So it means more of this stuff will come out? - Alice said.
- Sure it will - the ex-soldier grinned.
- Good... Cause I wanted to try some and Carrie ate it all herself - the younger girls said. Brass laughed shortly.

He didn't need much time before his member started to regain its rigid posture. All the three girls stared in amazement as it slowly stiffened, then started to stand up once again. Everything was so new and so awesome for them.

- Does it mean... we will... y'know... now - suddenly Carrie didn't know how to put her thought into words. The man nodded simply.
- You'd rather be on top or below - he asked. She preferred to be below and she lied down on his bed, her nightgown removed. She just lied there in all her teenage naked beauty. Her nipples were erect, standing proud on her round, firm breasts. Her hips were shapely, curvaceous, already almost that of a woman. She took a deep breath and waited for the man to take her.

He removed his trousers completely and knelt in front of her, then he supported the weight of his body on his hands, putting them on both sides of her head. He slowly lowered himself onto her young, trembling body. Trembling with anxiety but with anticipation also.

The two younger girls knelt beside the bed, looking intently, trying to see all that was possible to be seen.

Brass reached with his hand and positioned the thick head of his dick and her slit. She nodded slightly and the gym teacher pushed a bit up, going by the initial border of her outer pussy lips. He felt the opening in front of him and he started to push slowly.

Carries hymen was stretched and worked with all the fingering it received, nevertheless she was still a virgin and her snatch was one hell of a tightness, when he tried to get in. Inching his way, gently rocking his hips, he tried to screw his dick into that young, clenched cunt.

Carrie sucked in a loud breath and relaxed a little. Her love tunnel loosened ever so slightly and she felt him coming in. She never felt that before. That was no longer a finger - a slim, little shape, spearing up her tummy. That was a thick, hard cock, filling her completely, almost tearing her apart, stretching her cunny out. She grit her teeth, fighting the slight discomfort she felt, for the pleasure that came with the hard, pulsating fullness was much more she ever felt.

Deep inside her tummy, somewhere in her innermost part, she felt the bulbous head touch the very bottom of her. Brass pressed against her crevice and stopped for a moment, before he started to withdraw. Carrie could feel the walls of her cunny come back into their place as the massive cock was moved out of her body.

Brass withdrew completely, leaving the girl. He looked down at her. There was a trace of blood on her inner thigh, thin red line.

- You were a virgin, weren't you? - he looked at her.
- Never mind that - she whispered - Enter me again. And again. And again... - she closed her eyes in the anticipation of pleasure.
