Convent Girls by  (c) Joyce Hamilton  ff  Ff FF voy Fdom
Nuns, girls, and one priest.

                                                            Chapter 1

'It's so nice laying here with you, Theresa. At my last school we all slept in 
long dormitories and you couldn't do this.'

'I love the feel of your breasts. They're so large and so firm. And so smooth 
when I lick them. I'm so glad you came to this school.....or I'd never have 
learned. Who showed you how?'

'Don't stop licking! It goes right down to my clitty when you suck my nipples 
like that. Let me put my leg between yours. Now sqeeze on it, and I'll squeeze 
you too. My country's not like England....all the girls do it. And the boys too. I 
know that. I've got three brothers! Anyway, as soon as a girl is 
'ready'.....either she's had her first period, or her tits start, or she gets the first 
hair. Well, then she is given to an older girl to teach her how to enjoy. And 
also advise her on what boys do, which boys not to go with, and what to let 
them do.'

'I wish I had tits like you, Sisi. Mine are too small.'

'They're lovely tits. And hard. Look, when I stroke them your nipples get 
long....an inch at least. Let me lick....And everso hard. One day I'll see if I can 
come off rubbing my clitty against this. I'm sure I could.'

'The things you think of, Sisi. Put the light on, I want to see you while we 
play. I love your black skin. It's so warm and smooth. I wish I hadn't got 
freckles!'

'I love your freckles, too, Theresa. And especially these on your breasts. Look, 
I want to lick them too, and suck your long nipples. I love the way you have 
fine hair on your arms and legs.See, if I brush you very lightly the hairs make 
you shiver.'

'Why do you shave your armpits, and down here. It feels smooth....you'd think 
it would get bristly like my Daddy's chin.'

'We all do in my country. It's too hot and wet for hair! But I love yours. Yours 
is so soft....mine would be all tight and crispy if I left it. You're so nice after 
all those bare cunts I'd had. And I like it when you stroke me there, like that.'

'I'm surprised the sisters let you....'

'The Sisters  tried to stop me , but my grandma wrote.'

'Can I shave you next time?'

'You just want to play with my cunt. Naughty Theresa! Of course you can!'

'I'm getting hot, Sisi. You feel.'

'Lovely. Hot and wet, and a hard little clit. Let me. I'll rub it for you. Do me , 
too. '

'Yes, like that! Up and down the sides and then pull at it. Then up and down 
the sides and push it ....like a doorbell....' She giggled.

The two girls lay side-by-side in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Their 
breasts were crushed together and each had a hand on the other's bottom. They 
held their bellies apart just enough for the two hands to slide between, seek out 
cuntlips and clits, and stimulate each other. Under the thin sheets their bodies 
bucked and writhed as they fondled and caressed.

'And the other one, too, Sisi'. The white girl had felt a long , ebony index 
finger slip into her cunt from behind. And now a smaller finger into her anus. 
As they worked in and out she reciprocated, slipping a finger into each of her 
partner's holes. 

The orgasms approached and they kissed to avoid any involuntary shrieks of 
pleasure. After they had come they hugged each other for several minutes, Sisi 
licking into the white girl's ear, while in her turn, Theresa kissed and licked 
the black girl's neck. Finally they slipped their fingers free, broke apart, and 
lay on their backs, legs spread.

'Sisi. You've had lots of girls?'

'Don't be jealous. The more the better, I say.'

'I've only had you, Sisi.'

'Well , better find some others. Teach them! You know how now.'

'And boys? Your brothers?'

'No! We'd never do that. Terrible things would  happen if we did that with our 
brothers. No! But with their friends, yes!'

'But weren't you afraid. I mean getting pregnant....'

'My girl-friend....you know, my sleeping mate.....she told me how to avoid 
that. And in any case it doesn't matter much in my country. Most girls have 
babies before they marry...And, in any case, I really preferred sucking them 
while they sucked me.'

'You sucked!'

'You should try it. It's lovely, Theresa. And in my country they say the cum 
makes your tits grow well if you swallow it. Or if you make them cum on your 
tits and then rub it all in. Perhaps that's why my tits are so strong....all that 
cum. Not that I get much since I came to England! I love to see a boy's face, 
all eager and violent as he comes.And to see the white spurts. Though it's nice 
inside too!'

You've got me hot again, Sisi. Let's....Shall we....?' Theresa was turning 
round on the bed, and she clambered onto her friend, crouching over her face 
in the classic sixty-nine position. She sighed as she lowered her cunt onto the 
waiting tongue and lips, and then leaned forward to lick Sisi's shaven cuntlips.

They were silent, as their lips were exercised in a more delightful pursuit than 
girlish chatter. Sisi had taught the English girl by example how to give 
pleasure, using both hands to tweak and knead cuntlips, fingers penetrating 
vagina and arsehole, while mouth and tongue worked on the clit, pulling at it 
and nibbling it. Within minutes both girls were bucking and making fucking 
movements while their kissing, sucking, and caressing became ever more 
frenetic.
Sisi started to come first, and her panting and little whimpers of pleasure 
started Theresa's wound-up-spring of pleasure. 

Theresa had never slept so well before as she did crammed into this little bed 
with Sisi.  Every night she slept, satisfied, the whole night, to happy dreams of  
girlish sex, with intervals of boys with hard cocks, like the pictures Sisi had 
brought with her.   

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                                                     Chapter 2

'Theresa. What have you got in your hand? Bring it here. Bring it here at once, 
girl. It's no good trying to hide it. I've seen it. And I know who passed it to 
you.'

Disaster. The note Sisi had passed when they thought the History teacher's 
back was turned was disastrous. In bold block capitals it read : RUB YOUR 
HARD LITTLE CLITTY ON MINE. 

Slowly, reluctantly, Theresa stood up and walked to the front of the class. The 
other girls (but not Sisi!) were tittering. Sister Angelica read it, and blushed 
bright scarlet. She gulped. All sorts of unwelcome thoughts and feelings were 
rushing through her head. At that moment the schoolbell rang. The lesson was 
finished. 'My study, after chapel this evening, Miss Theresa.' She swept out 
still holding the offending slip of paper, her black habit swishing behind her. 
Despite her trouble, Theresa couldn't help thinking that the light summer 
fabric showed Sister Angelica's good legs and bottom, especially when she 
rushed about...as she usually did.

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Mother Superior heard Sister Angelica's complaint with a worldly 
indifference. In the thirty years she'd taught at The Convent School of the 
Faithful Virgin she'd heard all this before , and so many times. Sister Angelica 
was burbling on, increasingly strident and upset, waving the crumpled piece of 
paper.

'I'd suspected Sisi and Theresa were too close. It's unhealthy. And she's 
brought all sorts of disgusting ideas....yes, and practises...from her own 
country. We can't have her corrupting our girls. Rubbing their....their...'she 
couldn't bring herself to use the word....'rubbing their parts together!'

Mother Superior looked at the young woman, only half listening. She protested 
too much.  Probably a suppressed lesbian, like so many of the nuns she'd 
known over the years. Such a pity. The girl was only twenty and yet she 
pretended this almost middle-aged virtue. She was too pretty to be wasted like 
this.....she must have a lovely body under those severe robes. Time was she'd 
have helped the nun to come to terms with her sexuality, learn it was god-
given and should be embraced gladly. Yes, she'd helped so many nuns learn 
the pleasures and fulfillment of lesbian love....including rubbing clitoris to 
clitoris as in the offending note. She addressed her mind again to the 
immediate problem. Yes. So much better for the schoolgirls to get their 
pleasure together rather than risking pregnancy or disease with boys....or worse 
still men.  Faithful Virgin. Virgo Fidelis. It might have been true once, but she 
doubted there were nowadays many virgins by the time they got through the 
summer holiday between fifth and sixth form. How much better old-fashioned 
girlish fun than all this premature heterosexuality. Yes, it was sensible to 
encourage lesbian 'crushes' among these teenagers, if that protected them from 
the lusts of boys and men for a few more years! Angelica was still holding 
forth. 

'They must be split up. Sisi must not share a room with any other girl....she 
cannot be trusted not to seduce her room-mate. And Theresa will share with a 
girl I know to be pious and Christian. And Theresa should be beaten. Sisi 
should be too....but I fear we would have trouble with her family if we did.'

Mother Superior was silent while she thought. She looked the tall, willowy 
figure of Sister Angelica over and thought that even now, at her age, she 
would enjoy that body with it's long limbs and firm bustline! She wondered 
why Sister Angelica wore flimsy , lacy underwear under her severe black 
habit. Black underwear, yes, but certainly intended by the makers to be 
sexually provocative rather than sombre. Probably the woman's only 
acknowledgement of her own sexuality. She would look very tasty in those 
flimsies, as seen from time to time on the communal washing lines! Good 
Lord! Even at her age she was aware of a hot feeling! Mother Superior she 
might be but she was a woman.....and she promised herself a few minutes with 
her faithful dildo as soon as this disturbing young nun was finished.
 
No, she was not going to allow them to be split up. If they were lucky enough 
to find pleasure even at that young age, she would not destroy it. 'You take too 
severe a view of these matters, Sister Angelica. These teenage affaires are 
harmless, and soon pass in most cases. And there is something of beauty about 
them. Did you never as a young girl?....Well, perhaps not! But you have 
missed a beautiful experience.  No, they will continue to room together. But in 
the matter of discipline in class...yes we should do something. If you really 
must, you may beat her. But not to really hurt, and not with a cane or whip.'

As soon as the troubling body of her young nun was well out of sight, she 
locked the door and pulled the light armchair in front of her antique cheval 
mirror. Tipped at the correct angle, this would let her watch her solo pleasures. 
A dildo from the locked desk drawer, and with a sigh she sank into the deep 
chair. Her best friend, Bob, her B(attery) O(perated) (Boyfriend). She pulled 
her heavy black robe up to her waist and opened her legs. Not bad, she 
thought. Not bad for nearly fifty five. Legs still good, and ....thank the Dear 
Lord.....no grey in her glossy black cunt hair. Her cunt was moist, and the dildo 
slipped easily up and down her slit. As she watched in the mirror, she thought 
first of the two young girls 'rubbing their clits together'. And sucking, she had 
no doubt. She was getting more aroused, and as she switched the vibrator 
motor on, she thought of Sister Angelica. She was sure the prude was not as 
pious as she wished to be thought. Those two girls had excited her. How the 
Mother Superior wished she could, wished she dared..... But, no. No, she could 
not attempt to seduce Sister Angelica, as she would have done when she was 
younger, before she had the burden of the title she bore. One hand slipped up 
under her robes, and she fondled her breasts.....she still wore no bra. Still good 
tits, she thought, but Sister Angelica's would be delightful....with the black 
lacy bra just for decoration, not for support. She was getting close now! As she 
slipped the vibrator into her cunt, pulling and rubbing her clitoris with her 
other hand, she imagined pulling those lacy panties aside and kissing, licking, 
mouthing. It was too much. She watched her body arch, reflected in the mirror, 
as she came. Good! That would set her up for the day!
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With some trepidation Theresa made her way towards her appointment with 
the cane. In the corridor , tall and echoing, where a dozen or so of the nuns had 
their appartments she paused as she saw an unwelcome figure. Father Benedict 
watched the girl approach in the gloom. As she crossed through a dusty beam 
of sunlight, he could see the shape of her hard little breasts under the cotton 
blouse. No bra, he thought, and unconsciously he licked his lips.

Theresa avoided his eyes. She knew he was looking at her body, undressing 
her in his mind. He was even licking his lips. Dirty old sod! And he was 
standing where a huge, tall bookcase narrowed the corridor. He pretended to 
stand aside as she passed, but she knew his game. With a shimmy of her hips, 
and ducking low, she avoided his outstretched hand....aimed at her tits. She 
was past him, but could almost feel his eyes fixed on her bottom.

He wondered whether her tits would be freckled too. No, he thought. Milk-
white with rosy little nipples. And was her cunt hair red-ginger, or blonde like 
her golden hair. Blonde he hoped.

She knocked on the heavy, iron-banded oak door.
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Later that evening.

'Did she hurt you, Theresa....... Sister Angelica?'

'Not much, really.'

'Let me see. Oh, my poor Theresa. It's all pink and sore! Here let me kiss it 
better..It feels hot against my cheek. Let me soothe it . What did she do?'

She made me stand there with my hands behind my back while she walked 
round me lecturing me. I think that was the worst bit. It was so humiliating, 
and she was getting so excited about it. She kept muttering 'rubbing, rubbing' 
in the middle of her shouting. Then she tried to get me to say what we do...in 
bed.'

'Oh no, Theresa.'

'Oh yes Sisi.' Theresa imitated the pompous, pious voice of the young nun...'I 
know you sleep in the same bed. Tell me what you do. What do you do 
together, young lady?What does she do to you? What do you do with her?'

'You didn't tell her.......'

'No. But I was tempted. To teach her a lesson. Suppose I'd said we suck each 
others' breasts, feel each others' clits, and lick each others' cunts.  And Sisi 
fucks me with a strap-on dildo.That'd stop her in her tracks!'

'You're terrible. But what happened then?'

'She was red in the face now. But finally she calmed down, and said she was 
going to punish me. Not with the cane I deserved, but with the flat of my hand. 
She made me bend over the arm of her easy-chair, lifted my dress hem up and 
caught it in my knickers, and smacked my bottom.'

'Good job you weren't wearing your scarlet silk panties....or she'd have given 
you a few more.'

'I had my white satin ones on....and thought I'd get extra for not wearing 
cotton. But I'll tell you something....she liked it. At any rate after one slap she 
stopped and I could feel her hands, both of them, rubbing and stroking me! But 
only where I wasn't naked. And then another smack!.'

'I'm kissing it better!'

'Mmmmmmm. That's nice. You're making me squirm. Well, now she decided 
to have me over her knees. So I had to bend over her lap while she sat on a 
wooden chair. She slapped me twice.....it didn't hurt, just tingled really. Then I 
was slipping off her lap, because her habit was a bit shiny. So she made me 
kneel up, while she pulled her habit up round her waist, and then had me bend 
over her thighs again.'

'Her naked legs. Sister Angelica? I can hardly believe it.'

'You haven't heard the half of it. Not naked legs. Black, glossy stockings. No, 
I'm not making it up. Black stockings and a black lace suspender belt. 
And...you won't believe this...and black , lacy knickers, with an almost 
transparant panel at the front. No, Really! I could nearly see her cunt.....and I 
could see enough to see she must shave it, like you, Sisi. And you could see 
her pouting cuntlips. And she was wet, like you're making me. I could see she 
was dripping-wet.....and that made the panties even more transparant. There 
was a wet patch right down the crotch.. I tell you, I was getting quite excited as 
I lay across her knees. I could have sucked her, I tell you!'

'And  she would have liked that from what you say. Anybody would .....you're 
sweet! Even the holy Sister Angelica....'

'I tell you, she was blushing red, and panting, and I could feel her squirming 
under me. She was pushing me down onto her lap with one hand in the middle 
of my back so my tits were squashed against her. She kept caressing my bum, 
and then slapping it some more.    We've got to try that sometime, Sisi....I was 
nearly coming just from that! And as she felt me, her finger kept pressing 
against my cunt, and even my bottom hole. I tell you, Sisi, I was getting really 
wet.'

'Did she pull your panties down?'

'No. That was it, really. She made me get up. And she let me go without 
another lecture....which I'd expected.'

'I bet I know why she was in a hurry. What she did as soon as you were gone.'

What? Oh yes. I should think you're right, Sisi.'

'I'd like to see her legs....and her bottom, and her tits. And I wouldn't mind 
being spanked....no, not at all. And I think I know what to do about it....'

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Father Benedict was lurking as before. He watched the buxom girl stride , 
almost arrogant, down the corridor. Her nipples stood firm like hazelnuts, 
showing through her dazzling white blouse. He knew, from magazines he had 
bought surreptitiously in shops behind the Central Station, that black girls had 
tight, crispy cunt hair, like tiny coiled watch-springs. How he wished he could 
see it for real.....he never had a chance to spy on the girls....though he knew the 
shape of several of the nuns' bodies....and the colour of their cunt-hair.

Dirty old bugger, thought Sisi. As she passed him, his hand grazed her breast, 
pressing the erect nipple. If he asked she'd let him cop a feel.....maybe even 
fuck her tits! But not this sneaky groping. And if he wanted her arse....she 
could feel his eyes boring into her as she walked towards the heavy 
door....well, why didn't he say? Fuck him, then! She knocked at the door.

'Come!' Sister Angelica put down the book she was studying and looked up. 
She was surprised to see it was the young black girl from  form 4a. What do 
you want, Sisi NDoko?'

Sisi thought to herself the nun would be surprised at what she really wanted, 
but she answered as she had prepared, and practised with Theresa. 'I was 
ashamed, Sister Angelica. It was my fault I wrote that note and passed it in 
class. Not Theresa's. And she was punished, not me. I didn't think that was 
fair....and nor do the other girls.'

'So what do you want, girl?'

'I want you to punish me like you did Theresa....and then the other girls will be 
nice to me again.'

Sister Angelica looked at the girl, and could feel her heart beating too strongly, 
with a tight feeling under her breasts.  Sisi could sense this, and also see the 
nun's colour rising. She guessed Sister Angelica was feeling the beginnings of 
excitement between her legs, just as Sisi was. 'That is easy, Sisi. And you are 
very right to seek atonement. Yes, I shall punish you just as I did your 
accomplice.......What are you doing, girl? What..........?'

In amazement , she watched as with two easy gestures Sisi undid a button and 
let her skirt fall to the floor, and lithely pulled the cotton blouse up , over her 
head and onto the floor.The gesture showed her breasts off to the very best 
effect . In between two blinks of  Sister Angelica's lovely brown eyes the girl 
was naked.

'My Mother always makes me undress before she punishes me if I've been 
naughty.' She deliberately showed the nun her round, plumping bottom as she 
bent to retrieve the clothes, folding them and laying them on the edge of the 
nun's desk.

Sister Angelica knew she should tell the girl to put her clothes on again, and 
that if she didn't she would be embarking on a road from which there would 
be no turning back. But the girl was so beautiful with her full, firm breasts, 
nipples standing. Breasts that defied gravity, as if the nipples were being 
pulled upwards and outwards by some invisible thread. And her bottom. It 
jutted out, pert, like her breasts, Lighter brown than the rest of her shining, 
ebony skin, rounded and strong. She longed to caress it. Her heart was 
thumping, and her clitoris was tingling. As the girl bent over , Sister Angelica 
could see her black cuntlips, shaven, plump. And when she stood up again, 
facing the desk, her shaven mound, and the lips swollen with desire, and the 
pink clit just peeping out. She longed to lick it, and stroke her rounded belly. 
Theresa had been almost boyish in the hardness, slimness of her body. But this 
black girl was all rounded contours, luxurious and opulent, promising hot and 
energetic sex.

In the event Sister Angelica had no choice. Whatever her belief in 'free-will' 
she had none. The combination of years of repressed lesbian urges, of the fire 
in her cunt, of the sexiness of the young girl, and above all of Sisi's obvious 
willingness made her decision inevitable. 'Well, if that's the way it is done in 
your home, that's the way we'll do it.' She lifted the upright chair round to the 
front of her desk, and as she sat down again raised her habit so her legs were 
uncovered.  Her black stockings shone and Sisi saw that she did indeed wear 
skimpy black underwear. 'Over my lap, young lady.'

But Sisi had her own ideas. 'In my country, we do it like this, Sister Angelica.' 
And she knelt in front of the nun, her tits resting on the naked flesh above her 
stocking tops. A hand on each thigh, she parted them, and moved up the carpet 
so her face was resting in the lap. Each hand now rested on the nun's thighs, 
and as they closed on her she felt herself being held firmly between those long, 
strong, graceful legs.

'That's how we do it, Sister Angelica.' The nun looked down at this vision, 
held completely immobile. Leaning forward over the girl, she could reach that 
lovely arse. She slapped it, slapped it hard, and felt the girl flinch against her. 
Again she slapped her, and again that exciting wriggle. She was sure her cunt 
was running wet! She looked at the back, waist and bottom, so desirable, so 
smooth, so exotically black. Lost to all decorum now, she caressed the 
shoulders, then the waist, and then that lovely bottom. As her hand slipped 
into the crease between Sisi's buttocks feeling past the secret rose to that hot 
wetness, Sisi knew she had won, and slipped her face under the rumpled, 
rolled up black habit and right into the nylon-clad crotch. The scent of arousal 
was strong, and the nylon was damp. She nuzzled with her nose, and then with 
her open mouth.'

'No, Sisi, we shouldn't. No, really.....Oh!' Sisi had grasped the nun's erect clit, 
and a fold of the thin nylon panties in her lips, and pulled at it. The nun's 
thighs rose involuntarily to meet her. Sisi slipped a hand between them and 
pulled the scanty fabric aside....and licked the full length of the cunt. The 
nun's hands rested on her shoulders, as if pressing her into that secret place . 
No boy or girl had ever done this (or any other sexual act) to her. But our pious 
nun had nonetheless had plenty of solitary exercise, and this girl was fulfilling 
her secret masterbatory fantasies .

'Oh, Sisi, that's lovely. I never knew.....Oh! Ooooooh! Sweet Jesus! Yes!' 
Sisi's finger slipped into her cunt, and then her little finger into the tight 
arsehole. 'Oooooooh! Like that! In and out! Yes, Both places. And suck. Yes! 
More! Oooooh!'

Sisi felt her come. For a moment she was worried about the noise of the 
orgasm, but no-one came to the door. And the panting nun lifted her till she 
was kneeling upright between her legs. Sister Angelica leaned over and kissed 
the black girl on her lips. 'Thankyou, Sisi. I could have gone through life and 
not known that. So strong. So intense.... But I'm selfish. You. What can I do 
for you?'

'What you really want, Sister Angelica. Exactly what you want. Look, I'm so 
excited. ' She stood up, and showed her swollen cuntlips, glistening with lust.

'On my bed, Sisi. Through here.' She took the girl by the hand, and led her. 
Her free hand rested lightly on that pert arse, feeling the strong muscles 
moving under her palm.

'You're very lovely, Sister Angelica. '  Sisi had giggled as the nun had pulled 
her billowing habit up over her head, getting it stuck on her wimple. Her legs 
and her bottom, lacy panties and all, were very fetching as  she struggled to 
release herself. Now it lay discarded on the floor beside them, and Sisi was 
holding the taller figure against herself, her breasts pressed into Sister 
Angelica's back, her hands one on each firm breast, her belly making fucking 
movements against that full, rounded arse. 'You're very lovely, Sister 
Angelica. And these are sexy, but I want them off.'

It was as if roles had reversed. Sister Angelica stood there feeling like a young 
girl as she submitted to the desires and commands of this much more 
experienced partner. She stood motionless as Sisi unclipped the bra and 
slipped the panties down. Both naked, they embraced, breasts crushed against 
breasts, tongues playing together. 'Sweet Jesus, I wish I'd done this before.....'

'You know what I want now....' Sisi was giggling as she knelt down on the 
bed. 'What I said....' She wriggled her bottom as the nun knelt beside her . She 
was absurdly still wearing her wimple. What did the girl mean? Sister 
Angelica supposed she wanted to be licked, as she had in turn been licked.

'Spank me, Sister Angelica. Spank me like you spanked Theresa.'

Why did she want this? She fondled the ebony buttocks, excited still by the 
feel of smooth skin and the flowing roundness there. Well, if that's what she 
wanted. She slapped one cheek, not very hard, and then the other. The bottom 
wriggled beside her. 'Harder....please,' please..' This time a really hard, 
stinging slap, and another that seemed to echo round the tall ceiling. She 
stopped and again caressed Sisi's bum. Another slap, and another. The nun 
found she was enjoying this....her cunt was awake again, even after the 
enormous orgasm of minutes before. As she slapped now, she noticed the 
girl's body was arching towards her to meet each blow. It was then she realised 
that the girl was enjoying it, was enjoying the pain. She reached under and felt 
her erect nipples, tweaking them hard, and then ran her hand down the crease 
between her buttocks, and round to her cunt. She was wet, hotly aroused. 
Amazingly, she liked being spanked!

'Please!' Now the blows rained down onto willing flesh, faster and harder as 
both became more excited. Sister Angelica's free hand slipped down to her 
own cunt, seeking out her clit, and pressing the side of it as she had long 
known to gradually increase her arousal. Sisi was now making little squeaking 
noises and panting, while still demanding more and harder spanking. Finally 
she threw herself over onto her back, legs wide apart, ebony cuntlips swollen 
and apart to show the amazing scarlet of her inner lips and clit. 'Now! Suck 
me now! Make me come. I'm nearly there. God you look lovely, do me now!'

Without thought,  Sister Angelica was lying on her belly, her face pressing 
against the open, wet cunt. Her hand still rested against her own clit, pressing 
the side of it. Two hands seized her hair and pulled her face even closer to the 
silky folds. The wimple came away, and was thrown aside. Now her head was 
held firm, while Sisi raised and lowered herself so her cunt raked the length of 
her partner's face, clit and lips rubbing on nose, mouth and chin. She was 
coming, and the sqeaking noises were alternating with grunts and finally  
piercing screams of delight. Sister Angelica was masterbating with her free 
hand, fingers now running over her clit and into her cunt.

Sister Erica was passing the outer door when she heard the noise. She stopped. 
Sister Angelica was having a nightmare! She ought to wake her and spare her 
the horrors. Her heart raced as she thought of Sister Angelica.....perhaps she 
slept naked.....or perhaps in a lacy see-though nightie, like the pretty 
underwear she washed out and hung up among the white cotton of the other 
sisters. It would be a kindness to wake her, and virtue might have the reward 
of seeing that lovely body. Sister Erica pushed open the door. The door to the 
sleeping room was ajar, and the noises still came from within as she pushed it 
open.

Neither girl saw the tall , slender blonde in her black robes , standing in the 
doorway. Sisi had her eyes closed as she was reaching the peak of her orgasm, 
and Sister Angelica had her face tight into the girl's crotch. Sister Erica 
watched, enthralled, as the woman she lusted after brought herself to orgasm, 
her fingers now one in her vagina and the another in her anus, fucking in and 
out , while with her other hand she pulled and pushed at her clit. She could see 
her lovely tits, still firm and upright even though she was lying on her back. 
Long legs, firm belly.Belly moving up and down as if in the sexual act. 
Standing at the door, Sister Erica reached up under the hem of her habits, and 
felt for her own cunt, that demanded satisfaction. And yet she had eyes, too, 
for the other figure. She recognised Sisi Ndoko. Her tits no less firm and 
nipples puffy. And her cunt raking up and down her bed-partner's face. She 
watched them come, noisily, and as they came, had her own, quieter orgasm. 
As the couple lay motionless on the bed, she silently pulled the door to again, 
and left.

Minutes passed before Sister Angelica pulled herself up the bed to lie beside 
her new lover.
She leaned over and kissed the black girl lightly on the lips. Leaning over her 
she whispered her thanks, her gratitude not just for two orgasms, but for the 
liberation from years of repression. She lay back again, but her hand rested 
lightly on the girl's bosom.

'And I never knew....Theresa told me how good it was to be spanked. I half 
believed her...but I never knew.' She leaned over the nun, and kissed her in 
turn. Did you come again?'

'Mmmm. You are very beautiful.' She was running her hand, light as a feather, 
over the shining skin, breasts, belly, thighs.'

'Kiss me!' They hugged and their tongues touched.'

Tonight! Tonight, come to our room, and Theresa will show you her strap-on. 
I'd love to kiss you down here...' her hand was between them, nestling 
between the nun's thighs....'kiss you down here while Theresa's fucking you. 
And then you could do Theresa or me.'

'Mmmm.'

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She had had a quick wash-down, and washed out her sweaty and wet undies, 
and was walking over to early evening chapel, enjoying the warm sunlight, 
tolerable now after the heat of the day. A voice from the undergrowth beside 
the path . 'Sister Angelica. Sister Angelica, can you help me.' She recognised 
Sister Erica's voice and her slight Scandinavian accent. It was gloomy under 
the over-grown laurel bushes, and she had to stoop and push past hanging 
branches. About twenty yards into the thicket, and still the voice ahead of her 
somewhere. Intrigued, she continued. Suddenly she was back in the blinding 
sunlight. A secret, hidden glade....long, fine grass, and wild flowers in great 
abundance. A magically beautiful place. She stopped, dazzled. Without 
warning she was pinioned from behind, two hands feeling her breasts, a body 
pressed against hers. She struggled. A voice in her ear. 'Don't struggle, Sister 
Angelica. You see, I know about you and Sisi Ndoko. I saw you and her. I've 
loved you since I came here, and now I know my love is not in vain.' Her neck 
was licked, and then kissed, as the hands squeezed and caressed her breasts.

'We......I.....We were just.........'

'I know what you were doing, you lucky girl!' With a laugh, Sister Erica 
released her and was standing in front of her , about three feet away. Sister 
Angelica felt for the second time that day the tightness in her chest, heart 
beating. She recognised this now as being love....or at least the anticipation of 
sexual pleasure. She took in the figure. As tall as her. Short, cropped hair, so 
blonde as to be nearly white. Dazzling in contrast to the all-over golden 
suntan. Her tits nearly conical, as if straining upwards and outwards, with 
small, hard, pink nipples. Long, slender legs, and a hard, boyish bottom. Just 
the lightest fuzz of pubic hair, a tiny powder-puff, the same ash-blonde as her 
hair. Sister Angelica's hand went to her bosom.
Sister Erica mirrored the gesture, her own hand holding her left breast. She 
laughed. 'You, too, Angelica? My heart's beating, too.'

As she spoke, Sister Angelica was pulling her black summer-weight habit over 
her head and casting it to the ground. Both nuns stood naked in the evening 
sunlight, naked except for their white wimples.

'Can't catch me!' With another girlish laugh, Sister Erica slapped Sister 
Angelica's bottom with an open hand and scampered off across the glade. 
'Can't catch me!'

A child again, with the freedom of a child, Sister Angelica found herself 
laughing too.....she had not laughed much in her life...and running after the 
lithe, athletic girl. At the far edge of the glade the blonde had to stop . Sister 
Angelica grabbed for her. Both girls were laughing now. 'Got you!' 
Momentarily she had one arm round her waist and the other over those pert 
tits. But Sister Erica slipped , downwards, through her grasp, and was off 
again. 'Missed!' Another slap on the buttocks as she went.

'I'll have you!' What with laughing and panting from exertion the words were 
difficult to get out. 'I'll get you!' They were back where they started, beside 
the two piles of black cloth, when she caught up again. This time she grasped 
the struggling girl, and forced her to the ground, holding her down with a hand 
on each shoulder. Still with all her weight holding her down, she shifted so she 
was sitting on the girl's belly. Now she leaned forward, so the weight of her 
chest held her immobile.  Both girls were panting from their exhaustion, 
bosoms heaving. But they stopped laughing and were suddenly silent as they 
embraced. Sister Angelica could feel the sunlight on her body, the soft grass 
under her, smelling of crushed thyme and mint, and above all the hard, but soft 
too, body of Sister Erica pressed against her. They kissed, hands wandering , 
seeking out breasts, hips, shoulders, bottoms.

They rolled in the grass, sometimes the slim, golden body of one on top, and 
sometimes the fuller, rounded, olive-skinned body of the other. What could be 
more natural, than in the course of their play they , without knowing how or on 
whose initiative, suddenly  were lying in each others' arms, head to tail, as it 
were. 

For the second time that day, and the second time in her life, Sister Angelica 
found herself tonguing a hot, hard clit. Sister Erica, amazed by the strange....to 
her....shaven mound and cuntlips was fondling that unaccustomed smoothness, 
the hairless mound resting heavy on her face, soft against her cheek. But it was 
thrusting against her face, insistant, and she obliged by opening the lips and 
kissing the nub.

In the bushes Father Benedictus leaned back against the trunk of a laurel.  He 
had been rather dismayed when the two girls had scampered away from him, 
across the grassy  glade. But overjoyed again when they chased back, and 
collapsed scarcely ten feet from his hideaway. He had often watched Sister 
Erica sunbathing here, either by herself or with one or other of the nuns with 
whom she had sex. Sometimes, if he was lucky, there would be three, or even 
four naked girls, behaving in a most un-religious way. But seldom was he 
lucky enough to have the display under his nose as it were.

He lifted his black skirts, and wedged the hem under his rope belt, leaving his 
cock free. Slowly, carefully, he teased it up to full erection, and with a loose 
grip ran his hand up and down the shaft. The display was good today, with the 
two girls heaving together in their passion. Sister Angelica was on top finally. 
He had never spied on her before, and guessed rightly that this was new to her. 
The nuns no longer confessed to him since he had used the confession of Sister 
Nadia, gone from the School now unfortunately, to blackmail her into sex with 
him ......his only regret that he had allowed her to get away with a bit of 
sucking. Now he would have had the lot, cunt, arse, tits, mouth, hands....the 
lot! He could scarcely use that weapon now, as most of the nuns knew the 
Nadia affair, and would use it to ruin him in his turn. Sort of mutually-
balanced deterrent! But he was still pretty sure that Sister Erica had seduced 
the innocent, and apparantly rather prudish Sister Angelica....and that she 
would not confess it..

He was glad they kept their wimples on. He had seen Sister Angelica hang out 
her washing. What a pity she hadn't worn her lacy undies and stockings today. 
The combination of white wimple and black underwear would be so 
memorable!

He studied her naked arse, scarcely daring now to touch his cock. She was 
humping , as if fucking the mouth of the blonde. Sister Erica's hands grasped 
the rounded bottom.He could see the marks her grip left in the soft flesh. He 
lifted his binoculars.....didn't really need them, but he always brought them in 
case the action was too far from his cover. Still gently fondling his own cock, 
cradling his balls, tip-touching his anus, he adjusted the focus till the scene 
was clear, magnified, as if beside him. He could see her brown, dimpled anus, 
and the scarlet gash of her cunt....so clearly. And as he watched, he saw Sister 
Erica's finger enter that moist, hot vagina, wanking in and out. He wanked 
harder, scarcely able to hold himself back now. And then.....oh joy! the 
glistening finger slipped out of the cunt, and gently into that secret arsehole. It 
wanked in and out, as far as the first knuckle. His hand flew faster and faster, 
and he dropped the binoculars to penetrate his own anus with his free hand. He 
felt it coming, and watched the white globules fly into the air, to drop into the 
dry, brown dust in front of him.

As ever, he felt immediate shame and guilt. How could he? The sin of Onan, 
allowing his seed to fall to the barren ground! The Bible was adamant. It was 
damnation! He let his robes fall into place and rushed away through the 
bushes. As he ran he could hear first the whimpering squeals of one girl, and 
then the deeper grunts of the other, as they found their own natural and 
guiltless pleasure. 

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'She'll be here in a couple of minutes'

'Are you sure she'll come...I mean she may have second thoughts.'

'She loved it. She'll come. Let's pretend we're asleep, and let her wake us up!'

Sisi was naked. Theresa had her best, red see-through panties....to tease, 
without hiding a thing. And when she had shaved Sisi's cunt that afternoon, 
she had allowed Sisi to shave hers, so it was white and smooth, lips swollen 
under the transparant nylon.

The door was ajar, and the two nuns quietly entered. The scene was delightful. 
Both beds had been stripped of all but the base sheet and pushed together. The 
two teenagers lay side-by-side, Theresa's arm casually lying across Sisis's 
belly. White flesh contrasted to black.

Sister Erica held her finger to her lips, and in silence the two stripped off their 
habits. They removed each others' wimples, and silently embraced next to the 
bed. Sister Erica pointed to herself and then to Sisi. This suited her 
companion, who, after all, had already enjoyed the black girl, and was looking 
forward to the blonde. She watched as Sister Erica kissed , oh so lightly, one 
black nipple, and when it was erect and hard licked the other one, until that too 
stood. Sister Erica watched as her companion's white hand, nails trimly 
manicured but innocent, of course, of varnish first felt Theresa's  pouting lips 
through the flimsy red nylon that hid nothing, and make it go darker with the 
moisture. Then the hand slid down into the panties, and she saw a finger slip 
into the moist alcove. The 'sleeping' girl moaned and raised her hips. Sister 
Angelica leaned over and, still fingering the willing slit, gently kissed her 
milk-white but freckled breasts. (Yes, Father Benedict had been half 
right....freckles and rosy-pink nipples).

Sisi pretended to wake up as a hand and probing finger felt down into her 
naked lips. ' Sister Erica. How lovely.' She spoke softly and lazily as if 
waking from slumber. She reached up with both arms and pulled the nun down 
onto her breast. This was the cue for Theresa who 'woke' and spoke. 'Sister 
Angelica. Like you promised. We got so excited waiting for you that we 
brought each other off and went to sleep. You can feel how ready I am.' She 
was still raising and lowering her hips against the penetrating fingers, but she 
too reached up and pulled the nun down onto her, till her hard little breasts 
were pressed against the lusher bosom of her lover. She felt down between 
them, and found Sister Angelica was just as excited as her.

All four lay on the bed, fingering, caressing, kissing. There was no awkward 
embarrassment as their lust overcame all inhibitions, even between nuns and 
teenage girls.

Theresa was the first to break the spell. 'Who wants to meet Iron John?' She 
giggled and broke the clasping embrace. All three watched her as she climbed 
on a chair and reached to the top of their wardrobe. She stood on the chair, 
aware of the effect her lovely young body was having, especially on the nuns. 
She opened a cardboard box, and took out a contraption that seemed to be a 
collection of red leather straps....'Ta Ra! Iron John!' Still standing on the chair 
she untangled the straps, and within moments the nuns saw what it was. The 
strap-on dildo stood out proud and long from her still-slim hips. The red straps 
were fastened by buckles, one behind each thigh, and the other in the small of 
her back. She was obviously used to fixing it as it was done with no hesitation, 
but she used the opportunity to turn round, bend over, squat etc, all to show off 
her body.

She jumped lightly down from the chair. The dildo jiggled in front of her , but 
not her tits, firm as only a teenage girl can be. She stood by the bed. 'Who's 
first.....no, not you Sisi. You've had him once today already.'

'You promised me!' Sister Angelica sat up on the bed. 'And you've already 
got me all wet and hot.'

'Me after, then.' This from Sister Erica.

Sisi sat up too, though she and Sister Erica were still gently fingering each 
others' cunts. 'You want to watch this. I've never seen Theresa do anyone 
else....and we don't have a mirror for me to watch her do me.'

'Don't stop!' Sister Erica opened her legs even wider and they watched the 
fun. 'It looks terribly big...Will it go in. She's rubbing it up and down the 
outside. Look at her bottom as she kneels. Sweet Jesus, she's got its knob in. 
And look how Sister Angelica is lifting her belly to meet it. What a lovely 
rounded belly.....and lovely plump lips.'
 
'That's nice. Can you slip a finger in my bottom too. Yes! Like that. Look at 
them go at it now. Theresa's right on top. Look at Angelica's face. She's gone. 
Look! Jesus, she's enjoying it. It's not too big for her. And listen to her....Did 
you ever hear such language?' Sisi was giggling, and Sister Erica found her 
fellow nun's obscenity amusing too. 'And from a Nun. Would you believe it. I 
wonder where she learned those words.'

'Some of the Nuns are not as innocent as they look. I could tell you some....but 
look, I think she's coming. look at her face, all flushed. And Theresa going at 
it like a real stud. Does she come too?'

'Not while she's fucking.....but she gets so worked up that it only takes a touch 
afterwards! She's come....look they,ve stopped. Now move that finger in my 
bottom as well. Shall I? ' She felt round to the Nun's tight, virgin arsehole 
with her slippery index finger.

'Oh no! '

But the finger slipped in, and moving in and out, gently, slowly, taught Sister 
Erica something new....and something she would never forget.

'Oh! Oh! I never thought. Oh, Sisi....Oh!' She slipped down the bed, 
collapsed, and the probing, black fingers slipped out of her cunt and arsehole. 
'I never knew! That was lovely!'

Theresa removed her rubber cock from Sister Angelica who lay there, eyes 
shut, breathing deeply, a smile on her face. She knelt beside the other two. 
'Your turn now, Sister Erica.'

'Oh, but I couldn't. I just came.....'

'All the better. And you don't know what coming is until you've met Iron 
John.' She grasped one tanned thigh in each hand, and pulled the legs open. 
'Lovely cunt hair. I love blonde cunt hair. Mine was blonde before this 
naughty girl shaved me.' She stroked the glistening cunt, her fingers combing 
through the blonde curls, and tip-touching the pink clit that just peeped out. 
She crossed her fingers and, giggling, showed them to the Nun before plunging 
them into her vagina. 'Candles?' The Nun nodded, and they both laughed. 'No 
problem, then.'

This time she lay direct on top, placed the dildo exactly over the welcoming 
hole, and with a steady push of her hips entered. Sister Erica's slim hands were 
round the teenager's back, finger nails digging into her buttocks as they 
fucked. Theresa was whispering in her ear, but what the words were, 
obscenities or endearments, the other two couldn't hear . Sister Angelica 
looked at Theresa's cunt lips, like a purse from behind, and suddenly wanted 
to kiss them. She bent over the couple and her lips were on Theresa's shaven 
cunt. Each time the girl lfted, to shove in again, her tongue penetrated. The 
girl's anus brushed the nun's nose. Sisi was fondling a breast, her hand 
infiltrated between the two bodies. It was Sister Erica's breast of 
course.....she'd often played with Theresa's, and a new toy was more exciting. 
On a sudden impulse Sister Angelica slipped her tongue into the secret, 
puckered hole. This spurred Theresa to even greater efforts. Iron John went 
faster and faster. They wriggled and writhed as she humped the nun. And 
Sister Erica was coming.....and if her squeals and screams were anything to go 
by, the promise of an even bigger orgasm was being fulfilled.

'Now us!' Sisi reached under the bed and produced a gadget neither nun had 
even dreamed of. A double dildo: two cocks joined by a pink, flexible rubber 
tube. She knelt in front of Theresa and unbuckled 'Iron John'. 'You play with 
this!' She gave it to Sister Angelica who was buckling it on  while Sisi 
inserted first one end in Theresa, and then the other in herself. She lay on top 
of her friend, and they embraced, both bellies and hips moving.

They had all finished....for the time being. 'There's one thing worrying me. 
'The three looked at Sister Erica . 'You won't any of you go confessing this, 
will you. Especially not to Father Benedict.'

'I don't confess anything like that....not that I've had much to confess till 
today.' Sister Angelica blushed.

'We don't confess that either. And we've got plenty to confess.' This with a 
giggle from Sisi.
'Father Benedict's creepy. He's a dirty old man. He's always trying to touch 
you.' Theresa shook her head.

'Me too,' said Sisi.

'It's worse than that. I know he creeps around trying to see the nuns naked. 
There's a place where some of us play together and I know he hides to watch.' 
Sister Erica shook her head too.

Sister Angelica was shocked. 'Not where we.....'

'Yes, Sister Angelica. Exactly there.' 

The lovely brunette blushed with shame. ''That's terrible.'

'But it's not the worst. Did you ever hear about Sister Nadia?' She told the 
others of the blackmail, rape, and disgrace of the lovely novice.

Sisi was thinking. 'We should do something about the ugly old sod. And I 
think I have the germ of an idea. What do you think of this?'

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Another sunny afternoon and another visit to his personal sex-show for Father 
Benedict. He leaned against his usual tree, and carefully parted the 
overhanging branches. The good news was there were four nuns....the bad that 
they were sitting  in a circle talking. Another appeared over the far side of the 
glade, and was walking towards the group. He focussed his binoculars, and to 
his delight recognised Sister Mary Wong. Of all the nuns she was his 
favourite......and five at once. This could be one of his best sessions. She was 
up with the group now, and he could easily hear their happy greetings. She 
stood there a moment, and seemed about to sit down in a space they had made. 
He was in luck. She hesitated, and then with a flowing, graceful motion pulled 
her habit up over her head. Her wimple followed, and then she sat down, using 
the black robes as a cushion.

She was facing him. He studied her tits, and felt his cock hardening, making a 
tent in his hassock. Time to get down to business. He pulled the hassock up 
and over his head, and grasped the cock. She was wearing panties, dazzling 
white against her olive-lemon skin. Pity, he thought, as she had such a 
delightful cunt, with its wisps of straight, fine, black hair.

He was wanking now, but slowly. He felt the afternoon might become an orgy, 
and he didn't want to waste that. Slow and steady, he ran his fingers up and 
down his cock.

Suddenly a flashing light. Two more. Another. Shapes in the gloom. He was 
dazzled. What was it? His free hand was grasped and twisted behind his back, 
the binoculars falling into the dust. Now he could see....naked flesh. Sister 
Angelica, Sister Erica, and the young girl Theresa.  He was protesting....his 
arm twisted right up to his shoulder hurt. But as he protested so the pressure 
increased, bending him double. His face was level with the three cunts.....he 
would never know whether Theresa had ginger or blonde cunt-hair. She was 
shaven, like Sister Angelica. A knee in his back forced him forward, brushing 
against the flesh he had so lusted after . Now he was in the glade, his naked 
shame exposed to the nuns, all of whom had jumped up when they heard the 
noise of his protests. His captor forced him into a kneeling position, facing 
four naked women and four in nuns  black  habits. His captor joined them in 
the semi-circle, and he saw it had been the black girl, Sisi NDoko.

'Who is your confessor?' The naked Sister Erica seemed to be in charge.

'I said, who is your confessor?' Still no answer. 'Who brought the cane?'

'I've got it.'

'Give it to Sister Angelica, Sister Chastity. She's best with it. Now unless you 
answer you'll be caned. Now , who is your confessor.'

Slowly and with ill grace, 'Father Murphy.'

'Oh, please, Sister Erica. Let me cane him. Just a bit. I'd so like to, please.'

'Just one then, Sister Angelica. To let him know what will happen if he refuses 
anything.'

Sister Angelica's shaven labia were mere inches from his face when she 
leaned over him and touched his arse with the cane, making sure her aim 
would be accurate. She raised it, and dealt him a stinging slash diagonally 
across his white buttocks. The red weal rose immediately as he lurched 
forward , his face hitting her naked belly and mound. 'Shouldn't do that, 
Father Benedict!' And she gave him another slash. Again he screamed and 
lurched forward against her. He saw her labia had swollen, had parted, and her 
pink clitoris was peeping out between them, gleaming and erect.

'That's enough, Sister Angelica.'

'But it's so exciting!'

'I can see that!' She brushed her hand against the naked lips, before raising it 
to her face to scent the girl's arousal. 'And do you confess to him that you spy 
on naked nuns, and jerk off using them as sex objects?'

Silence. 'The cane , Sister Angelica.'

One stroke. A third red weald. now making a triangle on his buttocks. Another 
scream. Another, deliberate this time, lurch towards the naked flesh inches 
from his nose.

'I shall take it, then, that you don't. Well we intend it to stop. Sister Mary 
Wong, put your wimple on him.' 

'What, I mean......?' 

'Silence, you! That's right, adjust it properly. Now, Theresa , a few photos. 
Facial.Make sure none of us are in the background. Now , did someone bring 
Sister Angelica's pretties?'

Sister Charity giggled, and reached up under her robes to produce a tiny 
bundle of black lace and nylon.

Sister Erica sorted them out, and held them loosely in her hand. 'I'm sure you 
know what these are for. You have seen Sister Angelica in them often enough. 
Now you put them on.'

He started in astonished horror. 'No....I....please....'

'The cane.' Another swish. Sister Angelica was very obviously aroused, and 
Sister Charity was grasping her own cunt, though her habits. 'You'll make 
your habits all wet, Sister Charity! Cane him once or twice more Sister 
Angelica.'

Sister Charity had her hand up under her robes now, and her fingers were busy 
in her cunt. Theresa was hugging Sister Mary Wong, one hand on a glorious, 
firm breast, the other down the front of her dazzling white panties, fingers 
busy there too. The other nuns were watching, entranced.

'Help him, Sisi. ' Father Benedict had managed to get the stockings on, but 
couldn't fasten the suspender clips. Sisi did this, and then fastened the  lacy 
bra over his mean chest.'Just the panties now......' He stood there, ludicrous , 
in the circle of giggling women and girls. 'Doesn't look as good as you in 
them , dear Sister Angelica. But it's still worth a few photos, Theresa. Make 
sure you get his legs as well as his face. Good! Now, Sister Mary Wong's 
Habits. Put them on!

And he did look a bit like a nun...aged and withered, but a nun nonetheless! 
Theresa took some more pictures.

'Show us your legs. Lift your robes, and show us your legs! Higher! Oh, 
dear.....he's lost his erection! Sisi....'

Sisi put an arm round his shoulder and, taking his hand, placed it on her breast. 
'There! That's what you wanted, isn't it.' She lowered her voice and 
whispered in his ear, 'And how would you like to rub this between my tits.' 
His hand was pressing and squeezing her,making up for many lost years, as 
she felt down , feeling for his cock under the black fabric. 'My word, you 
certainly would like that, wouldn't you.' Louder now, 'He's nicely hard again 
Sister Erica.'

'Lift your skirts, then.' Theresa took some shots of his stockinged legs, cock 
peeping from the waistband of his lacy panties, and made sure his face and 
wimple were in each picture. Despite his embarrassment, and his 
apprehension, the naked  flesh, and especially the fondling and carressing , and 
even more especially the unaccustomed feel of the stockings on his legs....all 
this conspired to keep him hard.

'That's enough.....you're enjoying this too much. Take those robes off.'

'Can I cane him a bit, please, Sister Erica.'

'Later, Sister Chastity. Later. First we need some pictures of him wanking. Lie 
down. I said lie down on the grass!'

He lay there, ludicrous in his wimple and scanties. His cock was hard, but he 
was trying to cover it with both hands. 'I couldn't, please, I couldn't.'

'Nonsense....you've done it often enough. Sister Charity, the whip!'

She stood over him, trapping him on his side between her ankles. He looked 
up and saw her cunt part-open above him. He groaned....misery and lust inter-
mingled. Her tits jiggled as she brought the whip down. It stung him and he 
screamed, but his full concentration was on the girl's body looming over him. 
Involuntary, his hand was moving up and down his cock now, but Sister 
Charity treated herself to the pleasure of caning him twice more, before Sister 
Erica called her off.

He lay there , his eyes half closed, jerking his cock with one hand, and feeling 
his knickered buttocks with the other. His eyes flitted from figure to figure, but 
mostly between the beautiful black girl, and the oriental nun....who had 
removed her white panties now. Theresa was taking photographs of his 
humiliation. He knew that, but the great imperative was his cock, and his 
rising orgasm. He felt it build and build, and finally got his release as his 
spunk flew, spattering over his suspender belt and stockings, oozing now onto 
his hand and down onto the lace of his   panties.

'Did you get that , Theresa?'

'Yes, Sister Erica. I'm sure I got several shots. I've shot off four films.' 
Theresa looked carefully at the white pools , remembering what Sisi had told 
her. She was tempted to dip her fingers in and rub it into her tits. But there 
were too many watching, and in any case she suspected a withered old man's 
cum would not work like Sisi's vigorous young lovers.

Father Benedict's usual shame after coming was magnified. Terribly so. He 
hid his face in his hands.

'We've done with you now. Look at me when I speak to you! I said we've 
done with you now. Can you think of any reason why we shouldn't send a set 
of these photos to the bishop?'

'You wouldn't....You couldn't. No.....no.'

'Dressed as a nun....black stockings and underwear.....and enjoying an al 
fresco wank! What will the dear old man think?'

His misery was complete. Tears of shame and trepidation filled his eyes.

'This is what you will do. You will go to the bishop and resign your post here. 
Tell him the work is too onerous for you at your age. Understand? And we'll 
just keep the pictures as insurance, but not show them. Understand?'

She was magnificently dominating, he thought. Naked and proud. He nodded 
his agreement, and relief.

Theresa was still thinking about cum. 'Sister Erica, can he tell the bishop that 
a younger priest would be able to get closer to the girls and young nuns? A 
young priest would have our confidence........'

'Younger, and more handsome, I suppose! You girls! But why not. Tell him he 
should send a younger man, preferably just out of the seminary.....Now you 
can go. Do you want your underwear, Sister Angelica?'

'I don't fancy it, covered in his stuff....'

'Take that wimple off. Now, just go. And if you're still here tomorrow, the 
pictures go to the bishop!

He scuttled back into the bushes, and if he had stayed....which he didn't....he 
would have seen the triumphant girls celebrate their victory in the way they 
most enjoyed.

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