Portmanteau: More Than a Feeling: Part 3

Sister Golden Hair. Journeys and choices.

Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Grace exited the bathroom carrying her shower kit and tiptoed quickly through the empty hallway to her small room. Once inside, she shut the door and pulled the lone desk chair to the door, wedging it tight so no one could enter.

Outside, the afternoon sun filtered through the window, so she quickly drew the shades, careful not to be seen.

The room was sparse, with a wardrobe, a twin bed, a desk, a chair, and little else. Above her bed was a framed picture of Jesus.

Carefully she reached under her mattress and pulled out a glossy magazine with the bold title of Cunt Hunter, featuring a vintage photo of a woman reeling back in ecstasy as a hairy mustachioed man plants his cock deep inside her very hairy cunt. The magazine seemed to be from the 70s, but that was hardly a concern for her.

Sitting on the bed, she opened her robe slightly, then held the magazine with one hand and slid her other hand down her flat stomach until it met the curls of her thick, strawberry blond, pubic hair.

Like the woman in the magazine, Grace's pussy was a tangle of hair, unkempt and wild. The darkness made the sweet pinkness of her inner folds more evident as she ran her fingers up and down her slit finding her clit and circling it while studying the crude and dated porn magazine.

She continued to caress herself, turning page after page, examining the increasingly intense stages of awkward sexual fucking. The photo story turned interesting when a second woman entered the adventure. The worn nature of the magazine hinted that these were the pages Grace loved best as she increased her self-stimulation. Plunging several fingers into her virgin clutch, she became lost in her rising orgasm.

A sudden knocking on the door put an abrupt end to the pleasure, and Grace sat up in fear. She quickly placed the magazine under the mattress, quietly moved the chair, and opened the door to find a nun, Sister Teresa, waiting patiently.

"Sister Grace, Mother Superior has asked that you come to the school and help the students. She's worried about some of the troublemakers."

"Of course, Sister. I just showered, so allow me to dress, and I'll be there soon."

"She asked that you patrol the old dormitory and the library. I'm going to be locking classrooms. It's the usual suspects you should be on the lookout for." With that, Sister Teresa left.

Sister Grace looked around her tiny room and at the open doors of the lone wardrobe in the corner. Inside hung her black habit and on a shelf the few civilian clothes that remained from when she joined the order six years ago.

Dropping her robe, she looked at the painting of Jesus as she dressed and moved the wardrobe door so he could not see her nude body.

She held up her old Red Sox sweatshirt, remembering her days at Fenway. However, the Holy Cross congregation did not approve of such frivolous activities. She finished dressing and went outside to meet the day.

It was the day of the Senior Picnic, an annual ritual at St. Magnus, when classes were canceled, and the students gathered on the campus grounds for food and games. Fun for the students but a high-alert moment for the school staff and the nuns who help run the place. Young Catholics have a way of seeking out venial sins.

Sister Grace removed her robe, leaving her naked. Her skin was milky white, having never seen the sun since she entered the order six years ago at eighteen. She was average in height and thin, with a flat stomach and exceptionally large tits, which would have turned heads in any outfit other than a nun's habit.

Without her nun's habit, she looked like a California beach girl sans tan but with beautiful, healthy blond hair. Relegated to never wearing shorts, let alone a bathing suit, her pubic hair was an unkempt, wild tangle with a light, happy trail leading to her navel and curls inside her thighs. Looking at her bedraggled pussy, one might think it was 1974 all over again down there, but that was 40 years ago.

Sister Grace closed her eyes to enjoy the moment of freedom with herself and her body. Looking in the mirror, she admired herself, then went to the wardrobe and dressed. First, a no-frills bra that over-supported her large tits pressing them tight against her body. The order frowned upon showing any shape, so the bras were industrial and tight, and the underwear bulky.

Slipping on the robes and head covering, she finished the outfit off with the wimple that surrounded her face in white and the veil of black and white that let anyone around know this woman was a nun.

Despite being inside Boston city limits, the campus of St. Magnus was large and sprawling, with several buildings, playing fields, a cathedral, and a convent. The students, girls in plaid dresses and boys wearing jackets and ties, were participating in games or grabbing lunch and finding a place to sit and enjoy the beautiful spring day. Teachers, administrators, and several of the nuns were either taking part or keeping a watchful eye out for mischief.

Sister Grace walked toward the old dorm, pausing to look at the tall buildings of downtown Boston that were only a few blocks away. Her eyes could not avoid seeing the ornate brick and iron fence surrounding the campus. While this was a venerated learning institution to most, it was a prison to Sister Grace.

Entering St. Hildegard Hall, she paused to look at a large painting of animals sitting on a wooded hillside. Entitled the Peaceable Kingdom, the Hicks painting had been donated by a billionaire alumnus. Now, it sat unappreciated in the hallway of a convent dormitory that had been closed for several years. Sister Grace felt sad that the beautiful painting remained unappreciated in the dusty building that no one had ever lived in or visited.

Her gaze on the painting was interrupted by the whispers of voices coming from down the hallway. She thought, whomever it was better have a good reason for being here, and crept toward the sound.

The voices came from the last room along the hall, a bedroom similar to hers. The door was slightly ajar as she approached. Putting her bets on which entitled kid was in the room, she stood back in the shadows to get a look.

From her perspective, she could see a girl sitting on the bed, making out with a young man. While their faces were obstructed, the girl's flaming red hair let Sister Grace know precisely who this was; Mary Margaret McCardle, a student in her art class better known as the campus rebel.

The two students were engaged in a hot make-out session, but since kissing is only a venial sin, nothing that requires penance, she decided to sit back and allow them this tender moment.

She could monitor them from the shadows and stop them before they crossed from a venial sin to a mortal one.

Inside the room, Mary Margaret and Jimmy Demarco were lost in deep kisses and bodily caresses. Jimmy struggled to remove his jacket while Mary Margaret's one hand massaged his thigh ever so close to what was now a raging erection.

"You promised me a blow job," he whispered between kisses.

"It's my nineteenth birthday tomorrow," she replied, "You go down on me, then I'll blow you."

Jimmy's 19th birthday was three weeks prior, and Mary Margaret gifted him with a hand job backstage of the auditorium. He relished that moment every morning and afternoon when he masturbated to the memory.

But now he was alone with Mary Margaret, promising to take this to the next level. He wanted a blow job, he needed a blowjob, but she wanted him to go down on her, and that alone would be mental masturbation material for him for years to come.

The girl scooched back on the bed and lifted her plaid dress, revealing no underwear and a red bush that rivaled the fiery mane on her head. Well-groomed, her red-haired clad cunt was moist and wanting. Jimmy returned to kissing as Mary Margaret guided his hand down to her pussy. She then guided his fingers up and down her moistened slit. She rocked forward onto his fingers, enjoying their clumsy welcome invasion.

Outside in the hall, Sister Grace stood transfixed. Her focus was on Mary Margaret's wet pussy and the subsequent reaction the young woman had each time his fingers moved up and down her opening.

Remembering why she was there, the sister considered the moment and decided this was still only a venial sin, nothing more than an exploration of the body. Celebrating the love between two people.

She remained in the shadows, watching, aware that her heavy undergarments were becoming wet from her flowing juices. But even that was not a sin, and she continued to watch.

"Lick my pussy," Mary Margaret demanded as she pulled his head toward her open legs. While he had fantasized about such a moment, Jimmy was hesitant. What would it feel like? What would it taste like? Would he be any good?

Inches away from Mary Margaret's watering slit, Jimmy could see her labia engorged and waiting. The warmth of her inner heat surprised him, and the rich aroma of her pheromones intoxicated him.

Bringing his tongue to a tip, he took his first taste of a woman by inserting it deep into her pussy.

"Oh. My. God," Mary Margaret proclaimed as the sensation of being penetrated by a firm tongue for the first time coursed through her body. It was amazing, and she wanted more. Putting her hands on his head, Mary Margaret guided Jimmy's face up and down her pink portal, reeling from the experience.

Sister Grace decided it was time to intervene. If someone else came along and found the two, there would be consequences. But as Mary Margaret opened her legs wider, showing the pinkness of her interior, the nun chose to wait.

Mary Margaret's head rocked back as Jimmy increased his licking and flicking. He had seen enough porn to know what to do, and began long licks up and down her pussy lips, running his tongue across her goosebumped mound. Her tight puckerslit pulsed, almost inviting him to take a taste, but he chose to return to her clit, knowing she would react well to its stimulation.

Jimmy's erection was practically bursting from his pants. Mary Margaret kept her hands on his head, pressing his face into her depths, so Jimmy decided to help himself. With one hand, he unbuckled his pants, pulled down the zipper, and pulled out an impressive-sized cock which he began to stroke.

Mary Margaret noticed Jimmy's cock was free and decided to help him. Pushing him back, she moved toward him, licking his face and enjoying her taste on his flesh. She then unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, revealing a lacy black bra that was unacceptable for a Catholic school, but so was not wearing underwear, so fuck it.

Jimmy watched as she unbuckled the bra from the front, allowing her large, soft tits to drop free. Her white skin contrasted with her pert pink areolas and red nipples.

Jimmy pulled his pants down, revealing the fullness of his talents. Not the stuff of an adult film but a pleasant surprise for anyone reaching below his belt. Despite a lean body, his manhood was more significant than would be expected.

"I need you to suck it," Jimmy pleaded, "I want to cum in your mouth," he said, emboldened by the moment.

Mary Margaret smiled and grabbed her tits, one in each hand kneading them. She leaned in close to Jimmy's cock, almost taking it in her mouth, but then placed it between the flesh of her tits and moved up and down the shaft, her soft pink boobies, tit-fucking his rigid cock.

Jimmy had expected her mouth, but this sensation was incredible. Mary Margaret squeezed her tits tighter, enveloping his phallus and trapping it there. As she stroked down, the large mushroom tip would pop out, and she would give it a quick lick with her tongue, lubricating it before it was swallowed back up by the voluptuousness of her tits.

In the darkened hallway, Sister Grace's heart was racing, and her breath quickened. She looked down to see her hand had been in the deep pockets of her habit, massaging her pussy through the lining and over her undergarments.

She felt dizzy, as if something were coming over her. She closed her eyes to ride a wave and fell backward, knocking a freestanding lamp. It fell with an alarming clatter.

Inside the room, Mary Margaret and Jimmy sat up, startled by the sound of the falling lamp. Jimmy jumped up to pull up his pants, but with one leg out of the slacks, he stumbled and fell. Mary Margaret pulled down her skirt, covering her red bush, and looked for her blouse.

Sister Grace contemplated running away but realized the only way out was to go in. She opened the bedroom door to see Mary Margaret, her luscious tits still exposed, and Jimmy still trying to get his legs in his pants. Despite the intrusion, his cock remained hard and pulsing.

"Mary Margaret McCardle and Mr. Demarco. For shame. Underage and underdressed."

"Hold on, wait, Sister. First, we are not underage," Mary Margaret stated. He's 19, and I'll be 19 tomorrow. So, there's that. We are not underage."

"Your age is only second to the shameful acts I assume you participated in."

Sister Grace was putting on her best holy roller impression, expressing her false righteous indignation at the sinful acts they were perpetrating.

Were you drinking? Will I smell alcohol on your breath?

"No!" Jimmy pleaded, "We didn't drink."

"Stand up," the sister demanded, and Jimmy rapidly complied, his pants still askew, allowing his firm appendage to remain exposed.

Sister Grace leaned in and took a sniff around his mouth. She knew they had not been drinking but used this excuse to inhale the smells of lust that remained slathered across Jimmy's face.

Her nostrils flared as Mary Margaret's latent pussy scent tickled her olfactory senses. She could smell the redhead's salty yet flowery aroma. She savored it like wine, then turned to Mary Margaret.

"And now, you young lady."

Mary Margaret stood unabashed, her tits still exposed as Sister Grace leaned in, pretending to smell her breath for alcohol. While there were hints of her rich scent licked from Jimmy's face, Mary Margaret's skin smelled of lilac perfume.

The sister's nose was a mere few millimeters from Mary Margaret's face, almost to her skin. When the redhead breathed out, the warmth of her sweet breath wafted over the sister's mouth and cheek. Though she could not react, the involuntary goosebumping on her cheek betrayed her titillation.

Sister Grace stood back and faced the two. Jimmy had a panicked look in his eyes. He had a scholarship on the line and did not need end-of-semester shenanigans to interfere with that.

Mary Margaret had no fear. From the moment she entered the room, she had been studying Sister Grace's movements and reactions. She had all the information she needed to see her way out of this.

"How long were you watching us?" Mary Margaret demanded.

"I wasn't. I came down the hall and heard you."

"Did you watch as Jimmy ate my pussy?" she asked firmly.

"Mary Margaret, we don't talk like that."

"Sorry, did you see him perform cunnilingus on me?" she offered, rephrasing herself.

Sister Grace stammered for an answer.

"Did you like what you saw?" Mary Margaret queried, "Maybe you want to see more?"

"Mary Margaret," Jimmy began, "please let's not make this worse than”

"Would you like to see some more?" Mary Margaret asked Sister Grace, ignoring Jimmy.

The sister stood still and silent. She could hear her heart pounding. Her fingers tingled, and her tits hurt as they swelled against the restrictive fabric of her strong brassiere. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run, but most of all, she wanted to feel what it was like to be Mary Margaret. To have her body ravaged and to feel what it was like to be entered by a man or a woman.

"It's a natural thing. You want what we have. You want to experience what we can, but you think you can't," Mary Margaret stated.

"You wouldn't understand, Sister Grace said with a lilt of sorrow."

"I understand desire. I know that pleasure cannot possibly be a sin. Why would God make our bodies so beautiful and sensitive if not to be enjoyed?"

"To test us," the sister stated.

"That's not you talking. That's the Pope. You want this. You need this, and Jimmy and me, we can give it to you. We want to give it to you."

Jimmy started to protest, but Mary Margaret gave him the look of death.

"Jimmy, show the sister your cock. Show her how big it is. Stroke it so it's rock hard."

Half terrified of both Mary Margaret and Sister Grace, Jimmy pulled his pants down, springing his cock free. He stroked it, and despite all the drama, his cock was unaffected, becoming turgid and pulsing in seconds.

"Go ahead, touch it. Feel it in your hands. There's nothing like it," Mary Margaret urged, looking directly into Sister Grace's eyes. "Touch it."

With a shaky, tentative hand, Sister Grace reached out and put her hand around Jimmy's tumescent cock. The impressive girth made her unable to grip it entirely around. Inexperienced or perhaps frightened, she simply held the cock but did not stroke it.

Mary Margaret placed her hand on Sister Grace's hand and helped slide it up and down Jimmy's cock, moving the skin and masturbating him.

Sister Grace moved in closer to get a better grip bringing her face close to Jimmy's crotch, watching his cock as she massaged it. Mary Margaret reached down and gently removed her veil, followed by the headpiece, revealing the sister's natural golden hair, which flowed to her shoulders once released.

Mary Margaret gasped at the beauty of her face and hair and wondered why someone as gorgeous as Sister Grace would want to be a nun. Perhaps that mystery was under the sister's tunic. The unattractive frock could hide a lot. Certainly, something was wrong with any woman that would drive her to a life of celibacy.

The sister was lost in the moment, slowly tugging on Jimmy's cock. Her strokes were rough and inexperienced, but Jimmy had no complaints and thought only of his good fortune.

Mary Margaret pulled down the zipper of the frock. At first, sister Grace's hand went to stop her, but she backed off, giving the nod. Permission granted, Mary Margaret pulled the zipper down, opening the habit like a gift. The heavy frock was unzipped but sat on the sister's shoulders; Mary Margaret took the sister's hand, stood her up, and pushed back the frock, which fell to the ground, giving the sister the appearance of Venus emerging from the ocean.

Mary Margaret and Jimmy gasped at the perfect body hidden beneath the habit. Flat stomach, thick round ass, hourglass curves, and voluminous tits still bound by a brutal brassiere. Emboldened, the sister reached behind and unhooked her bra, setting her tits free.

Since she had taken her hand off Jimmy's cock, he resumed stroking it while looking at the older woman's pleasures.

"My God, sister, you are stunning," Mary Margaret said in awe. "May I touch you?" Mary Margaret asked.

Sister Grace sat on the bed, and Mary Margaret sat next to her, placing a full hand on her right tit and kneading it gently, watching the nipple grow between her fingers.

Sister Grace breathed deep at the touch. Mary Margaret moved her body close. Her exposed tits touched the nun's ample cleavage. Their nipples teased each other as their tongues met, exploring each other while their arms grasped one another.

Jimmy was almost at a breaking point. No porn video would ever match what he was experiencing. Two women, one a nun and the other a hot redhead, explored each other before him.

He wanted to resist, but the sight kept him stroking harder and harder. His breaths increased as he felt the cum boiling in his loins. Still stroking, he declared loudly, "I'm going to cum."

The women broke from their embrace as a stream of white catapulted from his turgid cock, landing on the tits of both of them. Each reeled back in surprise. Jimmy kept pumping as more cum oozed down his fingers.

Mary Margaret was about to say something but was caught off guard when the sister leaned into her tits and licked off the cum, lapping it in her mouth. Surprised by how hot this action was, Mary Margaret allowed Sister Grace to finish her tongue bath, licking every trace of semen off her tits, then pulled up her skirt and pushed the sister's head down to taste her fiery crotch.

Jimmy was spent and had to sit on the chair to refract. His cock was less tired, and despite the ejaculation, it remained 90% hard. His heartbeat was evident in the pulsing movement of the resting phallus.

Mary Margaret maneuvered herself so the sister had full access to her twaut and used her fingers to open herself up to be tasted. The taste and smell of the redhead were overpowering for Sister Grace as she nibbled and licked around Mary Margaret's clit, which tried to hide under its hood.

Although inexperienced at going down on a woman, her countless hours of self-exploration made up the gap, and she chased the redhead's pearl with her tongue, then licked circles around it until drawing a moist response from Mary Margaret's glands.

"This is beautiful. The red hair around it, and it's groomed so nicely. I'm embarrassed to show mine."

"Don't be ridiculous. Your body is perfect. We want to see your pussy," Mary Margaret said, looking at Jimmy, who was happy with the direction of the conversation.

Mary Margaret removed the plaid skirt and stood before the nun naked. She took Jimmy's hand, made him stand up, and helped him out of the rest of his slacks.

Both naked and standing before Sister Grace, Mary Margaret and Jimmy helped the nun to her feet. She was taller than Mary Margaret and shorter than Jimmy. Her exposed tits were large, and the only thing she remained wearing was a pair of grandmother-level underwear that was soaked around the crotch.

Standing like a tailor's dummy, Sister Grace allowed them to pull down her restrictive undergarments gently. Mary Margaret led with gentle kisses to the navel, then as the area below was revealed, she followed a thin but thickening layer of reddish-blond hair down like a trail to a treasure and finally to the wild full bush that was the last frontier of Sister Grace.

"It's a mess. I should trim it, but then again, why?" Sister Grace said.

"It's perfect," Mary Margaret said, mesmerized by the sight, "tell us what you want. This must be your choice."

The sister sat on the bed and reached out with her left hand, taking Jimmy's cock firmly. It was rigid and ready. With her right hand, she slid her fingers over Mary Margaret's pussy, being sure to let her middle finger dive her silkiness and across her clit. She began to masturbate them both.

"I want you both. I want you both inside me. I want to find out who I am. Help me understand my needs."

The only thing Jimmy understood was this unattainable goddess of desire wanted him to fuck her. The moment of his life was before him. He looked to Mary Margaret for permission. She nodded yes.

Mary Margaret understood the mission. This chaste and repressed woman was begging to emerge from her sheltered life and wanted to feel the passion from within. The path was set. Gentle was the way.

Sister Grace lay on her back, and Mary Margaret climbed next to her and nestled in, placing her mouth on the sister's mouth, sharing intimate kisses. She slid her hand down the nun's stomach and probed through the thick hair, then into her pinkness. Inside was like silk and reminded Mary Margaret of the lining of her favorite blanket.

Sister Grace put her hand on Jimmy's thigh, urging him into position. Kneeling on the bed, Jimmy held the sister's right leg out, causing the tangle of her hirsute pussy to open, revealing the inviting pink twaut. He could feel the heat of her moist inside emanating outward.

On his knees, he approached cock in hand, moving the pulsing mushroom head around the entrance to her pussy. Pushing the tip inside, he could feel her cunt relax instinctively, readying itself for the inevitable.

She was wet and lubricated, and there was nothing left but to push his hips forward, and he slid inside the nun with ease. For the sister, there was a moment of pain, but that was followed by a euphoric relaxation as her muscles accepted the challenge and went to work taking in this sizable cock. Their virtue was gone instantly, replaced by the mutual sensation of exhilaration.

Sister Grace gasped for air.

"How does it feel?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Full and the pressure, the pressure is tantalizing. It's not what I imagined."

Despite his instinct to fuck away, Jimmy took it slow. It was his first time, and fucking away would mean a quick ejaculation. He needed this to last.

Sister Grace had both legs open wide and pulled her knees back, allowing Jimmy's cock to sink deep where the tip found her A spot.

As his cock pressed on her pussy's walls, it caused electrical pulses to course through her body. Despite the pleasure of a younger man penetrating away her virginity, she kept her gaze on Mary Margaret, pulling her in for kisses as Jimmy increased his cadence.

Let me taste you again, Sister Grace pleaded. Mary Margaret straddled the nun's face while facing Jimmy, who continued to slide his cock in and out. The redhead's ass and pussy were merely a breath away from her lips. The threesome formed an open triangle. The nun put her arms around Mary Margaret's thighs and drew her labia into her mouth, licking it more aggressively than before.

Mary Margaret could feel her body react by creating trickles of fluid that rolled from her and dripped on sister Grace's face.

Massaging her own tits, Mary Margaret pulled Jimmy forward, placing her left nipple in his mouth, closing the triangle with each of the three, giving and receiving pleasure simultaneously.

Sister Grace was lost in this fantasy session, unsure of what sensation she loved best. Jimmy's cock reached every inch of the inner walls of her pussy, but the reaction from Mary Margaret as she licked her inner folds and rock-hard clit was equally titillating.

"Oh God, I'm so close to cumming," Sister Grace shouted.

"Wait, turn over. Jimmy, fuck her from behind. I want to feel her cum."

Jimmy and Sister Grace were confused by Mary Margaret's commands, but the redhead had it all figured out.

Turning the nun over so she was on all fours, Mary Margaret instructed Jimmy to enter her doggy style. To make sure she could feel Sister Grace's orgasms, Mary Margaret slid under the nun so they were in a missionary position.

Sister Grace's body convulsed as Jimmy entered her. The feeling of being fucked from behind was powerful and gave her a new rush of sensations. Looking down at Mary Margaret lying on the bed beneath her with her bright red hair and fair skin, she leaned down to the younger woman, passionately kissing and probing. Mary Margaret's pussy was directly under the sister's cock stuffed cunt, and their large tits were mashed together.

"Do you want him to enter you, too?" the sister asked between gasps.

"He's all yours," Mary Margaret purred as the sister explored her ear with her tongue. Sister Grace pushed her head down to kiss and lick Mary Margaret's tits as Jimmy increased his tempo.

His large cock slid in and out with Sister Grace's labia, trying to trap it with its tight grip, its elastic skin stretching and retracting but never breaking its moist seal.

He was close. The friction was becoming unbearable. The sensation was building inside the nun as well. She squinted her eyes as she began to moan loudly.

Jimmy could feel his ejaculation arriving and cried out, "I'm cumming," and then began to pull out.

Sister Grace reached back and grabbed his leg, holding him in.

"Inside me. Cum inside me. I want to feel it."

Jimmy pressed hard against Sister Grace's ass, pushing his cock deeper as the floodgates opened. A river of hot white love blasted from within him with such force Sister Grace rocked forward. The thick cream filled every remaining crevice of her pussy and even shot out the front dripping down on Mary Margaret's red bush below the nun.

Mary Margaret recognized the muscular contractions of a rising orgasm and held the sister tight in an embrace. The sister's head was cheek to cheek with hers, and she could hear heavy rhythmic breathing followed by a deep shudder and a moan so loud it would be amazing if someone outside didn't hear it.

Sister Grace's orgasm was the second domino to fall because all it took for Mary Margaret to finish was feeling the deep pulsations of another woman's orgasm as it resonated through her like vibrations from a subwoofer.

Sister Grace's orgasmic crescendo was waning as Mary Margaret's was rising, but they met in the middle, sharing deep, intimate kisses as the sister came down while the redhead climaxed. Finally, both subsided, and all that could be heard in the room was the deep breathing of three expended people.

Jimmy pulled his spent cock from Sister Grace's pussy, and she dropped forward, lying next to Mary Margaret, savoring each other in the afterglow.

They each drifted off to sleep for a few minutes, only to be woken up as Jimmy found his pants and shirt and began to dress.

Mary Margaret reached into her bag and pulled out her phone. It was 2:30, and they had been away from the picnic for almost 2 hours.

"Jimmy, let me see your cock," she demanded.

Jimmy smiled and wondered if he could get it up a third time. He assumed he could.

Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his semi-rigid cock for Mary Margaret to see.

"You want me in you this time?" he asked.

Quickly she pulled up her phone and took a photo of Jimmy with his cock out, balls and all.

"No, I do not. So, here's the deal. You don't tell anyone about this. Ever. I hear you've talked about this. I am sending this photo to Harvard and everyone you've ever met. Ten years from now, you mention it; I'll send it to your boss, your wife, and then to her lawyer."

"Who would I tell?"

"You just had a three-way with a redhead and a nun. Who wouldn't you tell?"

Sister Grace rolled on her side and gave Jimmy an innocent doe-eyed look. "Can we keep this between us, Jimmy? For me?"

Jimmy nodded in agreement, not because Sister Grace asked so politely, but because he was scared to death of Mary Margaret.

Putting on his shirt and jacket, he leaned down to offer an awkward kiss goodbye, but Mary Margaret shoved him away. Sister Grace pulled him in for a deep kiss and gently pushed him back.

"Thank you," she said kindly.

With that, Jimmy was gone, leaving only Mary Margaret and Sister Grace naked on the bed, cuddling. Each would periodically run a finger along the other's stomach or tits.

"Is Jimmy your boyfriend?" Grace asked.

"Him? No. Not my type."

"His cock was large. Right?"

"Yeah, it's really big. But I selected him because his tongue is long. I've only wanted him for a pussy eating."

"I'm sorry mine is such a mess," Sister Grace replied.

"It's amazing, natural, and tastes like heaven."

The women snuggled together like sisters.

"How long have you known what you were?" Sister Grace asked politely.

"Pretty much forever. When you can admit it to yourself, it's liberating, but it brings complications. I've only messed around with boys until today. But I treat them like women. They never realize. All they know is they get to finger a girl or lick her pussy."

"I was your first girl?" the nun asked, a little surprised.

Mary Margaret nodded in the affirmative.

"I liked the feeling of Jimmy inside me. But when I finished, I wanted him gone. Am I...am I like you?"

"It's not for me to say, but they do sell dildos online, so if it's the penetration you want; less grunting, less of the faces, and no mess; " Mary Margaret added.

With that, both women looked down at the river of cum covering their midsections.

"Christ, you think Jimmy could have cum any more than that? I'm covered," Mary Margaret said.

"There's a shower in the next room. Want to wash up with me?" the sister proposed.

Mary Margaret smiled at the invitation.

They found a linen closet in the empty room next door with towels, soap, and other bathroom sundries. Sister Grace smiled as she held up a shaving razor and gel.

"Would you shave me? Help me clean up this mess?"

"It's fine the way it is," Mary Margaret remarked.

"Please, it's another part of my fantasy. I want to feel nubile again. Fresh and starting out for the first time."

Mary Margaret smiled in agreement. Running a hot shower, the women stepped into the water, embracing and kissing as they wiped the last vestiges of Jimmy's batter from their bodies.

Feeling purified, the sister squeezed out a handful of shaving gel and spread it all over her cunt lips, between her legs, on her inner thighs, and even the entirety of her ass and under her arms.

Leaning back against the wall, she waited for Mary Margaret to start.

Mary Margaret ran the razor down the treasure trail, which began at the sister's belly button and widened at her mons. The trail disappeared as she stroked it away like someone intentionally covering their tracks in the woods.

With long, slow strokes, she started on the outside, sometimes having to retrace her path due to the coarseness of her hair.

Being extra careful, she soon had most of the pubic hair removed, with only a section on either side of the sister's pussy lips remaining.

"Bend over," she asked.

The nun turned away from Mary Margaret, bent over with her legs open, grasped her butt cheeks, and pulled them wide open, revealing her hairy clenched starfish in desperate need of grooming.

Gently guiding the blade deep down the inside of her ass cheek, the cold steel skimmed over the sister's tight knot causing it to pucker and flutter. Mary Margaret used a finger to wipe some of the gel off the older woman's tight hole, then continued to groom.

Sister Grace remarked on how good that felt, and Mary Margaret reminded her that there was an entire world of pleasure out there for her to try.

Clearing all the thick hair from the nun's backside, Mary Margaret turned her around and finished the rest of her pubic zone until she was bare. Her thick coat of hair had hidden a pronounced pouty pussy with swollen lips and a large clit that protruded outward.

Mary Margaret continued shaving the nun's less hairy legs, having been at least minimally kept. With a few strokes, the nun's long legs were bare.

Taking the razor in hand, Mary Margaret climbed her partner's body until they were face to face, tits pressed tight against each other as the warm shower water cascaded about them.

"Just a little more," Mary Margaret said, holding Sister Grace's arms up against the wall as if she were about to frisk her.

The position exposed her armpits, which beheld tufts of hair. Mary Margaret placed her face close to Sister Grace's bicep and gently shaved one armpit and then the other.

After completing the task, she caressed the newly shaven skin with her cheek. The warmth of Mary Margaret's cheek on the freshly shaved skin of Sister Grace's underarms sent shivers down the nun's spine.

Sister Grace's reached her hand down to Mary Margaret's cunt and gently entered three fingers which she curled up and under her pubic bone to find the spot she knew all too well on her own body. Mary Margaret shuddered at her touch and responded in kind with fingers in the sister's pussy, seeking then finding her spot and then pressing.

Mary Margaret increased her hand motion, silently signaling her partner to do the same. Their lips locked in deep kisses and mouth exploration. The warm cascade of water heightened their sensations, and each could feel a tidal wave of pleasure about to arrive.

A mutual orgasm was upon them, and like a tidal wave, it hit them both with crushing force. Each woman felt her extremities tingle, and then muscular contractions originated in the solar plexus and exploded outward. Mary Margaret let out a long guttural groan while Sister Grace convulsed with such euphoric pleasure that a trickle of pee escaped her bladder and sprayed its warmth on Mary Margaret's legs.

The ecstasy was over; they washed up, toweled off, and dressed silently. When Sister Grace was about to pull on her thick undergarments and brassiere, she balled them up and threw them in the garbage. Slipping into the habit, she donned her headgear and turned to face Mary Margaret, who was back in her plaid uniform. Sister Grace's tits remained hidden under the thick fabric, but to the watchful eye, one might notice they hung a little lower than before, and wasn't that a hint of a nipple outline?

Holding hands, they walked back through the empty building, stopping at the Peaceable Kingdom painting.

Sister Grace mused about the image before them. "I get it now; those creatures are free to do as they want, to be what they want. They have no rules. The school keeps this painting here to hide its message. It's worth a fortune, but its message isn't one this order thinks is productive."

Before exiting the building, Sister Grace pulled Mary Margaret in for one last deep kiss, then exited, each going their separate ways.

To be continued in part 4, followed by the conclusion of Long Cool Woman In A Black Dress. Based on a post by Wendy Trilby, in 4 parts, for Literotica.