**This story comes by way of inspiration from Tatelou's frequently changing but always sexy avatars in the forum. Damn girl, keep those pictures coming! If you're looking for something else to read, check her stuff out, too!**
The warm afternoon sun begged to be basked in. The light filtered through the grayness of the light fog that had settled in the woods, it's heat not enough to burn away the haze, but warm enough to caress bare skin with a soothing eroticism. Sister Mary of St. Catherine's decided to take advantage of the rare afternoon and have a picnic in the woods near the Lake. She also managed to convince her three closest friends at the monastery, Sisters Louise, Margaret, and Catherine, to venture out into the woods with her. It didn't take much convincing, as long as they'd be back by Mass, of course.
The quartet went walking through the familiar woods, Sister Mary had the picnic basket slung over her arm, the other three falling in loose rank behind her. The air was sweet with the smell of blooming honey suckle and the richness of life that comes with the first warm breaths of fresh spring air. It was a delightful switch from the musky convent, its ancient stones seeming to mildew from the inside out.
The path they took wasn't questioned as they marched lazily to the lake. The water was pure and clean, the lake deep, but not deep enough to be too cold to swim in at this time of the year; the sun warmed the water quickly, as well as the slate and shale that formed its shores and basin. After a short and lovely march, the sisters arrived at their destination. The picnic basket was sat down, a red checked ground cloth was unfolded and the sisters sat in the sun, enjoying the feeling on their faces and hands; everything else was covered by their habits.
"I don't know why we have to wear these things," Sister Louise said flatly. The others turned their concerned expressions to their distressed sister. This was not the first time she had expressed discomfort while wearing her habit, but they at least understood what she was talking about. Their dress was designed for simplicity, complacency, and obedience, as well as not a little sacrifice of comfort. It was not designed to be loose, open, airy, or easy to wear; they were Nuns, not whores, and they had pointed this out to Louise several times in the past. Margaret was the first to point it out this time.
"We wear these habits to keep our minds pure and free from concern over material things like clothes and to keep our bodies chaste," she said, nodding. The other two followed along, with a patronizing smile warping their faces.
"What are we keeping chaste out here? There are no men present to gaze upon us! We are alone in God's creation, why should we not experience it with the bodies that God gave us?" Louise said and pulled her hair free of its confines, its dark, loose curls shaking free down past her shoulders. Margaret gasped at the brazenness of her friend.
Louise shook her hair out, glad to have it open and flowing in the wind. Every breeze and every breath of air flowed through it unrestricted, the feeling making Louise warm in her center.
"She has a point," Sister Mary said, standing up and taking her hair out as well. Her red locks fell loosely about her shoulders, just a little shorter than those of Louise, but burning bright as copper in the sun light. She, too, reveled in the feeling of the warmth of the sun and the breeze through her hair. Sister Catherine followed suit, her light brown hair shaking out to the middle of her back, hanging straight from her head. She tucked it behind her ears and tucked her knees up to her chin. Three sets of eyes moved to Sister Margaret.
Margaret sighed deeply and let her hair down as well, shaking her thick blonde hair out, letting it hang wildly about her shoulders. All four let out a happy sigh, all four letting the sun warm their bodies, taking rapture in the almost forbidden joy of being not completely in their uniforms. They sunned themselves like kittens for a few moments before Louise broke the silence.
"I feel like swimming," Sister Louise said and stood up.
"I do, too, but we didn't bring our..." Sister Catherine began, her words fading to a mumble while she watched Louise strip quickly out of her habit. She was bare beneath, her alabaster skin shining lightly in the sun. Three pair of eyes were devouring Louise's body like hungry lions at a feast, and all three pairs were drawn to her freshly shorn pubic hair.
"Sister!" Margaret exclaimed dreadfully, pointing at the bald mound of Louise's pussy. Louise looked down, separating her delectable bosom, taking the opportunity to thumb her nipples as she did so.
"What?" she asked innocently.
"Reverend Mother has explicitly explained that we are not to shave our pubic hair; that is a mark of harlots and harlots have no business being in convents!" Margaret half-shouted, her voice gone shrill from excitement and anger.
"Reverend Mother also caught me fucking Father O'Malley and Bishop Grady," Louise said, sticking out her tongue. "She said if we're going to have whores in St. Catherine's, they will look the part and I was instructed to shave my pussy at the beginning of each day as punishment. God doesn't hear the prayers of whores, but she feels that it will ease my place in Hell."
"Sister Louise!" screamed Margaret. Louise was sure that if she was any louder, they'd hear her five miles away the Monastery. "When we return I shall tell the Reverend Mother of your blasphemy!"
"What about it? She's the one that caught me fucking them. Or is it blasphemy you're going to try to get me in trouble for?" Louise asked, rolling her eyes.
"Yes," hissed Margaret. "For the blasphemy, you, you....harlot!"
"I've already been punished, and apparently I'm going to Hell, so don't you presume..." Louise said, threateningly. Sister Catherine stood abruptly, cutting Louise off.
"I want to swim, too," Catherine said, and she started stripping as well. Margaret was flabbergast and her eyes turned to face Sister Mary, who, not to be left out of her own party also stood up and began to take her habit off. After a few moments, all three were naked, their clothes piled neatly on the warm rocks. Margaret was so furious she had turned bright red, and much to the enjoyment of the rest of the girls, was seemingly unable to speak.
"We are going swimming," Sister Mary said, her self-assurance and defiance of Margaret was loud and clear. Margaret managed to shut her mouth but still said nothing. The three girls turned toward the lake and headed for the shallows, each of them starting to talk among themselves and giggling.
Margaret sat still, still lying on the rocks, her black robes taking in the heat, but she noticed as she watched her 3 sisters walk away, she was also getting warm some place else. Rather warm indeed, as a matter of fact, and not a little moist. The three asses swinging and jiggling in front of her was having an effect on her that she hadn't anticipated; it sure didn't do this to her in the showers when the girls were all together. When she was on night-rounds and door checks, she never had the inkling at all to do anything or think anything about any of the Sisters. However, right at that instant she wanted to do nothing more than lay down beside each of them and softly caress and rub every inch of their skin and massage every muscle. Especially those which the eye cannot see....
"What am I thinking?" Sister Margaret mumbled to herself. She rolled over in the sun and noticed that her nipples were slightly tenting her habit, regardless of how warm the sun was. She felt herself open as her thighs parted and she wanted to do nothing more than touch herself until the warmth went away. "No, I must not!" she whispered harshly. She quickly rolled over to her knees and began to pray for strength and forgiveness for even thinking such thoughts. Through her prayers, however, she could hear the girls splashing in the lake not 100 feet away, and their naked bodies kept prancing across her otherwise clear mind, inviting Margaret to do all manner of unspeakable things to them. She prayed harder.
******
The other 3 sisters, in the meantime, had begun swimming and splashing each other, playing in the pristine water like teenagers.
"Did you really let Father O'Malley and Bishop Grady....you know..." Catherine said with a hushed voice, her embarrassment in even talking about it made her blush beet red. Louise smiled coyly.
"Yes I did, and it was....wonderful," she said, getting lost in the thoughts as the last word poured from her throat like honey. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip softly as she recalled that day.
Both Grady and O'Malley were easy targets, and Louise hadn't been properly fucked since she'd been at the monastery. She'd fooled around with some of the other sisters, but a slow diddling with their fingers didn't compare with the feeling of a fat cock stroking in and out of Louise's drenched pussy. She could almost feel the slapping of O'Malley's sack on her clit from when he fucked her from behind and Grady's hairy balls rocking against her chin as he slammed his long thin rod down her throat at the same time. Just thinking about it made her want to cum again, it made her want to finger herself, right here, right now. All she had to do was reach down and...
"Hey, you okay?" interrupted a voice. It took Louise a second to realize it belonged to Catherine. Louise half-way opened her eyes, their usual clearness replaced with a glazed over dreaminess. Catherine laughed and pushed Louise on the shoulder. Electricity burst from her fingers to Louise's nipples and to her pussy, riding her cunt like a bucking bronco, teasing her clit enough she shivered.
"Yeah, hon, I'm fine," Louise said, coming out of her dream. She realized that she felt fingers sliding down her side around to her shaven snatch and a split second later she realized they were hers.
"It must have been good," Catherine said, giggling. "Oh, how I wish I could know the touch of a man," she said and started swimming on her back. Louise got a good look at her curly brown pubes, the water that was captured in them glistening in the sun light for an instant before her hips sank back below the surface of the water. But for that instant, Louise saw her sweet, delicious, undefiled pussy and could think of nothing better than to pull her to shore and eat her out, preferably right in front of Margaret.
"That'd show that prudish twat," Louise said, a little louder than she thought. Catherine swung her feet under her immediately and waded back over to her friend standing chest deep in the water.
"What did you just say?" Catherine asked, knowing that her friend would be honest with her.
"I said 'that'd show that prudish twat,'" Louise said, making a note to stare at Catherine's breasts under the water. She hadn't noticed that they were larger than her own before, and it made her jealous and hornier at the same time. Her pussy was leaking cum into the water at a slow, maddening pace, and she knew if she were back in the monastery she'd almost hear herself dripping on the flagstone floors.
"What would you show who?" Catherine asked, face twisted into a mask of confusion. Silence filled the air between them, the only sounds around them were nature and Sister Mary, swimming up to them.
*****
Sister Margaret could hear the girls splashing around. She hated being the responsible one and she wanted to join them, but she couldn't throw caution to the wind and go naked. It certainly wasn't against God to do so, but it was just so dirty to enjoy being nude the way the other sisters did. She finished her prayers, completing her Hail Mary's and she stood, her knees popping slightly as she inhaled the fresh outside air deeply.
She opted to not look at the lake, and especially not the hussy who had...how had she put it? Fucked Father O'Malley and Cardinal Grady.
"Dear God! What succubus have we allowed into your house!" Margaret said in a whisper. She walked along the tree line, skirting the expansive beach and staying on the broken shale, enjoying the feeling of it under her feet.
A sound caught her attention: a giggle, and not from the lake. Her sharp eyes flashed to the trees and she scanned through them, attempting to pin-point the source. She heard it again, this time to her right, near the picnic basket.
"Who's out here, show yourself!" Margaret said, her fists going to her hips and her back straightening defiantly. The giggle was heard again; but this time it was quieted by distance and way to her left. "Nothing can move that fast," Margaret said. "At least not one of God's creatures," she added, her brow knitting. Her face suddenly lit up in fear and surprise and her head snapping back square on her shoulders. "Nymphs!" she croaked out in a whisper what was intended to be a scream of warning. The sound barely reached her own ears before she saw an extremely beautiful woman walk out of the woods.
She had skin the color of rich honey, her hair was blonde, and almost white, hanging in loose curls down past her shapely hips. Her eyes were intense, both friendly and hungry at the same time, and they were locked on Sister Margaret's; the Sister unable to look away, the nymph staring with intent. She smiled brightly, her white pearls showing between as the pink flesh parted. The Nymph looked up and down at Sister Margaret, seemingly staring through her habit as if it were made of nothing more substantial than the air itself. The effect was intoxicating, and Margaret felt the warmth return to her body like a thunderbolt; the lightening accompanied it a split second later as her whole body became ticklish and excited all at once. Even the wind seemed to caress her body and whisper sweet nothings in her ears. Every bit of exposed flesh she had broke out in waves of goose bumps, each assaulting her senses and sending her higher while making her hotter.
As the Nymph's eyes returned to Margaret's, Margaret felt the intense compulsion to drink in the beauty before her. She traveled down from the creatures' almond eyes, which as she approached Margaret was able to discern that they were a silver color, reflective and dazzling in the sun of the afternoon. Her thin neck swelled out to her shoulders, the proportions more perfect than any Greek or Roman sculptor could ever hope to mimic. Her whole body flowed like water, from her shoulders to her thin arms, from her collar bones to her generous, firm, and unnaturally youthful breasts. Her nipples were the only distraction on her flawless body, capping her honeyed mounds with small, coin sized areola and nipples which were three things; small in diameter, long, and very erect, all of which making Margaret have a compulsion to put them between her lips, bite them and suck until the creature's lust was sated.
Her eyes tore themselves from those perfect breasts on top of those perfect nipples and traveled lower to her taut abdomen, not marred by a single freckle or mole, and not even a belly button. Perfectly smooth skin and toned muscles made the Sister uneasy; it wasn't natural to not have a belly button. The thought flitted through her mind in less than a thundering heart beat and her eyes moved along their path to the generous swelling of the creature's hips and then back along her pelvic ridges to her small, perfectly formed bush which was just a tear drop around her wanton sex. The straight, short fur was the same color of blonde as her hair, almost hypnotically white in the sun's light. Margaret noticed that she walked with her willowy but muscular thighs slightly parted, flashing the distended lips of her sex as they barely peaked out from under that snowy nest of fur. Margaret's view lower down this forbidden beauty's figure was cut short by her hand reaching out and touching Margaret's chin and lifting it back to look her in the eyes. Her body exploded in orgasm. Every sensation, every heart beat only intensified the fire in her belly and the wetness seeping from her core. The wind blowing across her cheeks was giving her micro quakes in her pussy and she could feel her uncovered sex throbbing, aching desperately to be touched so she could ride the feeling faster and higher. What felt like hours, but could have only been seconds past and she forced her eyes back open against the powerful feelings rippling inside her.
"You're a Nymph," Margaret said, forcing the words out right before biting her lip. The sensation almost sent her to her knees, imagining that her teeth were the teeth of the creature in front of her. Margaret never wanted the feeling to end, but a very small part of her was screaming "You're consorting with a creature of the devil!" That very small voice was growing more and more feint with every delicious quake and every delirious pulse of her pussy, squeezing her hot cum down her trembling thighs. The Nymph laughed.
"Yes," she said, her voice sounding like the tinkling of a thousand tiny bells. The sound sent shivers up Margaret's spine and she tried to suck in enough breath to talk again.
"What? How?" she managed to choke out. The Nymph stroked the cheek of Sister Margaret and then let her go, walking around her. Margaret collapsed, barely catching herself as she fell to her knees, landing in an obscenely penitent position as she panted to catch her breath. She could feel the air cooling her sweat-soaked habit and she was only wishing that it was cooling something else. The thought of the wind tickling across her needful pussy lips sent her off again. Another pulse of her girl cum rushed from her quim, joining the rest of her honey as it ran down her thighs.
"500 years ago, your Church elders decided to build a temple here. They found our standing stones and that we were here. They brought in powerful elders and invoked power enough to bind us in the standing stones of our site," the Nymph said, her sexy little voice fluttering against Margaret's ears and senses like velvet. "The stones were chained with iron to the bottom of the lake, trapping us there for all eternity until something special happened," the Nymph said, coming around in front of Margaret again.
"And what was that something special?" Margaret breathed out, her lungs on fire and her body still betraying her.
"We needed the cum of a Nun in the act of committing adultery," the Nymph said, bending at the knees to get on Margaret's level. "Your companion, Sister Louise, came in the Lake only moments ago, setting me and my two sisters free," the Nymph said with a giggle.
"But how?" Margaret said, looking up from the ground, straight into the ready pussy lips of the Nymph squatting before her. They looked so good, so delicious, all she had to do was... The Nymph laughed, and Margaret's head snapped up to look her in her captivating silver eyes.
"She was thinking of having sex with some of your church elders. Your own religion spells out two things; elders remain chaste, married only to their religion, and any thought of a sinful act is the same as doing that act. Your friend was imagining 'fucking,' as she so delightfully puts it, two men married to the church,"
"That adulterous little twat!" Margaret said, her voice back to a whisper. She pounded the ground with both of her fists, her head slamming down with them, her chin landing on her chest. She looked up again and it was not the Nymph that was squatting before her, it was Sister Louise. Everything was perfect; every freckle was in place, every muscle of her cat-like frame, even the breasts were those she had dreamt about not 20 minutes ago. And then there was that shaved pussy, still open wantonly with beads of her dew gathering in small droplets.
"What did I do?" Louise said, looking hurt. "How long have you been here? We saw you hit your head and we were worried!"
"What....but....how?" Margaret stammered, confused. She didn't even feel the moisture on her legs and her previously swampy pussy was dry as a bone.
"You sure you're okay, Sister Margaret?" Louise said again, standing up before her potentially hurt friend. Her arm extended down courteously, offering help to the fallen Nun. Margaret took it and stood up.
"Yeah, I think I'm fine," Margaret said. "Thanks," she added quietly. Her eyes caught Sister Louise's, and instead of seeing a look of concern, she saw the smiling silver eyes of the Nymph.
"You!" she half-shouted. "You tricked me!"
"No, I offered to help you," Louise's voice came from the Nymph. She giggled again. "This is the body you really want, the body of your one of your Sisters. Take it and free yourself from your desire for her, do to me what you want to do with her, let me make you feel things you've never even imagined and only tasted of the merest bite," the Nymph coaxed, still not changing from Louise's body.
"No, I can't....I...." Margaret stammered, the fires in her body becoming infernos of heat before she even knew what hit her.
"Yes, you can, and you will," the Nymph said with a smile as she bent forward and kissed Sister Margaret with a perfect copy of Louise's soft, warm lips.
****
"I'd lick and kiss your pussy in front of Sister Margaret to shut her up," Louise said playfully, splashing a little water at her friend. Catherine figured, and secretly hoped, that's what she was talking about, but wanted to hear it. Besides, hearing her friend say it was so much more exciting that only thinking it; it gave her a warm feeling of security inside and it made her skin tingle in the places she wanted to be touched.
"You would?" Sister Catherine said in mock surprise. She forced a blush and smiled coyly. "Only to shut up Sister Margaret, or did you have something else in mind?"
"Well Cath," Louise said, smiling like a Cheshire cat, "I'd like to anyway. You've never been with anyone, have you...I mean, not like someone else. I know you finger that wet little cunt of yours almost every night..."
"Ooooh Lou, I love it when you talk dirty. Keep doing it," Catherine said, almost feeling Louise's tongue lapping at her pussy already.
"You want to hear it, don't you, Cath. You are a dirty little twat, aren't you. You want to be eaten, licked, sucked, and fucked by your own friend! You, a Sister of St. Catherine's! And you want it from another Sister! You kinky little nun-pussy eating bitch!" Louise kept feeling herself getting hotter as she continued. She was only expressing her own wanton lust, knowing that it was paralleled, if not surpassed, by the virgin before her. She could feel her own sex seeming to move on its own in the water, her lips separating and the water caressing her drenched pussy like a lover's hand.
"What are you two talking about?" Mary asked, having heard every word.
"I'm talking about carrying this horny nun up to the shore and eating her pussy out before Sister Margaret. Sound like fun, Mare?" Louise said, watching Catherine shiver as she considered the possibilities. Mary and Louise laughed.
"I'd love to, but you know full well I only eat shaved cunt," Mary said. Her words shocked Catherine wonderfully; she hadn't ever heard Mary say a mean word or cuss in her whole time at the convent, and it only excited her more.
"Looks like she's about to get off on us just talking about licking her little brown box. What do you think, Mary, should we keep teasing her, or should we..." Louise started, but was interrupted by a feeling in her own super-heating pussy. She swore she could feel a finger enter her and start stroking her g-spot with reckless abandon. She started to almost convulse in the water a split second before Catherine began as well.
"Oh my God!" screamed Louise, her voice echoing off the trees on the shore. She'd never felt anything like this: the perfect finger. It was soft, firm and yet yielding, and there was no nail; it was inches of pleasuring goodness, and she could only hope that her friend was having the same orgasm as she was. Their bodies rushed together, and they both came again with the touch their breasts and rock hard nipples against each other's and the contact of Catherine's thick bush against Louise's bare mound. They could both feel each other's pussies being manipulated, the motion rubbing their erect clits together, making a third powerful orgasm bring them to even higher sexual pleasure.
Mary stared on in amazement for only a second before what felt like a pair of lips made of water latched onto her clit and she froze in orgasm, unable to scream, unable to move. She felt unseen fingers pet her coppery pubes and those lips, oh, those delightful lips kept sucking on her clit as she felt her pussy lips separate further with the invasion of an unseen intruder deep into her pink cavern.
The three girls were cuming almost continuously, and then it just stopped. No watery lips, no fingers, no intrusions into their heated depths. They stood in the water, shaking and panting, Louise the first to find enough strength of body and mind to speak.
"What...in the...name of...oh my God...was that?" she managed between deep panting breaths. She could still feel her pussy trying to contract around whatever was inside her, and she was deeply wanting it to return.
"Oh my God," Mary said, regaining her breath as well, "Look at the shore." She pointed, two sets of eyes followed them to a spot 100 feet from the picnic basket, and all three eyes grew wider as they took in the scene.
***
The kiss was electric. Sister Margaret felt a warmth and a tingle start from the base of her curling toes spread delightfully slowly up her legs, engulf her soaked pussy, and then roll upward to her nipples before turning into a fuzzy lust in her brain. The world turned upside down. Sister Margaret felt hands on her; she couldn't count, she didn't care to count, but it felt like more than two. The same electric warmth shot from them to her breasts and to the sensitive spots deep inside her cunt, making her cum and shiver uncontrollably.
"This is what you want, isn't it," another voice said. It sounded familiar to Margaret, but the lust her body was oozing fogged her brain. It took an eternity of touching, groping, and kissing before she forced her eyes open and saw Sister Mary standing there, the curls of her red hair gone from swimming in the lake. Sister Mary licked her lips slowly and then stared into the eyes of Sister Margaret. They were not Sister Mary's eyes, but gold irises that stared back, filling her body with even more wanton desire. Her eyes fell and saw the nymph that had taken on Lou's form kissing softly down the chest of the Nymph under the guise of Sister Mary, her tongue snaking out longer than any human tongue possibly could, circling her erect nipples.
"Ooh," Mary moaned, her voice a perfect match. "I think she likes that, what do you think, Sister?" The voice was starting to fade to a slutty, lust-filled huskiness, and Margaret could smell the already strong and unmistakable scent of pussy almost double. It had never turned Margaret on before, but just the smell made her body tremble in micro-orgasm and she fell. Blackness overtook Sister Margaret.
"Oh, I think we broke her," Mary's clone said, sounding disappointed.
"That's okay, Sisters, there's more," a clone of Sister Catherine said, licking her lips. "And Sisters, do they ever taste fine." Lou's and Mary's Nymphs stopped what they were doing and stood up, posing for the girls looking at them in the water, their lust practically steaming from their every pore.
**
"Lou, what the hell?" Mary said, barely catching her breath.
"I think we're in trouble," Catherine said, huddling close to the other two. They were all suddenly aware of how cold their skin was as the water evaporated from it and how uncomfortable they all were. Their body heat warmed each other, and rekindled their embers of lust.
"What happened to Sister Margaret?" Lou demanded, the other two taking position behind her in the water. Her voice was determined, but still shaking from the little orgasms still lacing through her body.
"She couldn't handle us, Sister Louise, we're just too much for her," Lou's clone giggled. The other two tittered behind her, taking positions in mock of the two nuns huddling behind Lou.
"Why do you look like us?" Mary blurted out, almost all in one word.
"Because it's what she wanted," Mary's double blurted out, mocking her further.
"You never realized?" Lou's look-alike said, taunting them. "You never realized she wanted to eat all three of you cunts?" The three Nuns looked shocked, all of them subconsciously shaking their heads. Lou's double walked toward the water. "Oh, she did alright. I took your form, Lou, and she almost came on the spot. You should have seen the juice leaking from her slutty nun cunt." Lou's double hit the water, her legs not splashing as she walked toward them. "You want her, too, don't you Louise. You wanted to eat that black bushed cunt of hers, make her cum, and feel her pussy juice drip off your face like honey." It wasn't a question. Lou could only nod in response.
"Maybe I should give that to you then," Lou's double said, her body shifting quickly to mimic Sister Margaret. "Is this better?" she asked, her voice a fading mixture of Lou's and a strengthening addition of Margaret's. "Is this the cunt you want to fuck, Lou, you whore?" Lou could only nod.
"Then ask, Lou. Ask to suck the juice from my leaking pussy and you shall have it," the Nymph said, raising a leg out of the water, spreading her already glistening pink folds, parting the thick, untamed, black bush like a slice of heaven.
It wasn't heaven Lou was interested at the time, it was pussy; wet, succulent pussy glistening in the mid-day sun and over flowing with sweet nectar. She could feel those teasing water invading her pussy once more, sliding in and out of her, the current swirling around her clit, slowly massaging it, caressing it, and teasing it. There was no urgency or love in the motions, only a long slow lust of pleasure fucking a complete stranger on a beach. Sister Louise's mouth went dry. She found her knees wanting to move, but her feet spread only farther apart, letting the water molest her as the Nymph in the guise of Sister Margaret stepped ever closer, her hips swinging sexily, giving little glimpses of day light between her thighs. The ridge of her clit was clearly visible in those momentary flashes, her dew already forming drops on her lips.
"Why haven't you asked, Louise? Is this not what you wanted?" the Nymph said, stopping just out of Lou's reach. "Maybe you need further encouragement?" the Nymph said with Margaret's voice. Lou braced herself for the ministrations on her pussy to increase dramatically but she felt nothing. She realized that she had clenched her eyes tight, and she slowly forced them open. The sight before her was one she never expected to see; the Nymph had turned back into a copy of Louise.
"Maybe this is what you want. Your mind is so hard to read, but maybe you're the type that has always wanted to fuck yourself," the Nymph said, taking another step closer. The watery intruder in her pussy throbbed thicker and rougher, stretching her twat and lighting up her pleasure centers like electric velvet. Lou shuddered, barely able to hold herself up, her knees had turned to jelly and every muscle in her body was shivering with the sensations she was receiving.
"Oh my God," she croaked out, her voice quiet and hoarse.
"God has nothing to do with us," came a voice from behind the Nymph in front of Sister Louise. Louise tore her gaze away from the Nymph in front of her, her eyes moving slowly, matching speed with the fuzzy fog filling her brain. She saw the other two Nymphs, one in the guise of Sister Catherine, the other an exact match for Sister Mary.
"Oh...oh my God," Lou moaned out again, her voice gaining strength as her massive orgasm built up inside her. The Nymph before Lou just laughed, each boiling giggling cackle made Lou's pussy spasm harder, trying to grip the watery cock that was now pistoning in her pussy. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Oh fuck me!" Lou panted, unable to do anything but stand. Her eyes clamped shut and her whole body shook harder, her tits bouncing with the recoil of her body in the mid-afternoon sun.
"No, Sister Louise, fuck you," the Nymph before Lou said, stepping forward and kissing Lou softly on the lips while her orgasm sped to places of pleasure Louise had never been to before.
*
Sister Louise came to, she had no idea how much time had passed, but she saw the sun licking the top of the towering pines along the ridge of the convent and she knew it was getting close to supper time. She rolled her head the other direction, the warm numbness of post-colital bliss still washing over her in waves and making her shiver and shudder deliciously. Her tired, lazy eyes refused to focus for a few seconds on the new visage before her eyes. On her left, was Sister Margaret, still passed out on the beach. Lou turned her head and looked back toward the lake and saw the redheaded Sister Mary and Sister Catherine lazily enjoying each other's bodies, each standing in chest-deep water, there chests rubbing lightly together, each licking and sucking on the other's lips.
Louise tried to stand, but her over-used twat was still fluttering and each attempt made her body shiver and gave her a micro orgasm. She was rapidly approaching the point of over-stimulation and her pussy was almost starting to hurt. It was a slow, delirious, delicious hurt, but her pussy was begging to be left alone, nonetheless. She managed to roll over able to look at the sensuous scene in the lake a little better.
"Hey, you two," Lou said, her voice tired, but loud enough to echo across the lake. Mary broke the kiss first and started walking in toward shore. Catherine followed quickly. Mary giggled and looked back and sped up, Catherine met her jog and soon it was a race to the beach. They were laughing as they fell down next to Lou, Mary by her face and Catherine by her feet. Mary rolled up and knelt, her spreading pussy splitting her coppery fur was not a sight that was lost on Lou.
"What happened?" Lou asked, her eyes wrenching themselves slowly from Mary's pussy.
"Well, you were eating your own pussy for a while, Lou," Catherine said, her fingertips teasing slow circles around Lou's ankle. "Then you passed out, the Nymphs carried you to shore and put you here. After that they said they had what they wanted and they left. They said you and Margaret would be awake soon and Mary and I have been exploring each other since," Catherine continued, her finger tips drifting lazily up Louise's calf to her knee, still teasing in slow circles.
"I'd never even heard of anyone cuming as hard as you did, Lou," Mary said, looking her friend in the eyes. Lou noticed for the first time that her eyes had shifted from their normal green to a brilliant gold. Instantly afraid, she looked Catherine in the eyes; they had shifted from brown to platinum.
Panic shook Lou out of horniness and she scampered backward and away from her two Sisters.
"Lou!" Mary shouted in surprise. "We know about our eyes, it's a side effect from being fucked by a Nymph. They should return to their normal colors in a few days." Lou's chest was heaving, her eyes wide, and it looked like she wanted to bolt into the woods, but Mary was a good friend and she knew her friends better than anyone else on Earth. She calmed down some and forced herself to her feet.
"We'd better get back to St. Catherine's. It'll be supper time soon and then time for evening prayers," Lou said, walking back to her discarded clothing up the beach. "Wake up Margaret," she commanded. She heard them trying to rouse their sister and then she heard Margaret moan back to reality. Mary and Catherine were right behind Lou after a few seconds. Margaret stumbled up the beach to the sisters just as they were straightening their habits.
"I don't think we should ever speak of this," Margaret said softly, unable to look her fellow Sisters in the eyes. She slowly pulled her clothes back on and they walked up to the Convent. Margaret was falling behind and Louise noticed before the other two that their elder sister was lagging, kicking rocks from the road into the woods, and overly distracted.
"Margaret, we don't ever need to talk about what happened," Louise said softly after Margaret had caught up to her. Sister Margaret shifted her gaze to Louise's face and Louise stared deeply into her dark brown eyes.
"But, I think..."Margaret started. Lou placed a finger to her lips and cut her off. She shook her head and Margaret nodded. She started shuffling off after the other two sisters. Lou waited a second or two before following, looking for something, her eyes darting along the forest floor and along the road. Her eyes locked onto what she was looking for and she shot off into the woods, jumping over fallen logs and dodging around trees and bushes with the agility of a jungle cat.
Lou bent over, looking into the still surface of a forest pond. Her reflection was clearly seen in the dying light of the sun, the pond looking like silver from the road. Louise took a deep breath and looked onto the still surface of the pond.
Her face looked back at her, her black hair messy and full of sand from the beach, her face flushed, her lips pale, and her eyes, still their natural light brown. Sister Mary's words echoed in her mind, "They should return to their normal colors in a few days..."
Sister Louise felt panicked. She felt afraid, and she felt the danger of letting two Nymphs into the Convent. She was concerned for her Sisters, for any visitors, and for the lives of any men who came to St. Catherine's. More than any of that, she felt horny. Lou felt her abused pussy juice up deliciously, the heat spreading from her belly to her twat and breasts, tingling as it ebbed through her body.
Sister Louise smiled devilishly, stood up, and caught up to her friends, both old and new, and they walked along the road to St. Catherine's, each of them enjoying the view as the sun set behind the ancient walls and forest before them.
The warm afternoon sun begged to be basked in. The light filtered through the grayness of the light fog that had settled in the woods, it's heat not enough to burn away the haze, but warm enough to caress bare skin with a soothing eroticism. Sister Mary of St. Catherine's decided to take advantage of the rare afternoon and have a picnic in the woods near the Lake. She also managed to convince her three closest friends at the monastery, Sisters Louise, Margaret, and Catherine, to venture out into the woods with her. It didn't take much convincing, as long as they'd be back by Mass, of course.
The quartet went walking through the familiar woods, Sister Mary had the picnic basket slung over her arm, the other three falling in loose rank behind her. The air was sweet with the smell of blooming honey suckle and the richness of life that comes with the first warm breaths of fresh spring air. It was a delightful switch from the musky convent, its ancient stones seeming to mildew from the inside out.
The path they took wasn't questioned as they marched lazily to the lake. The water was pure and clean, the lake deep, but not deep enough to be too cold to swim in at this time of the year; the sun warmed the water quickly, as well as the slate and shale that formed its shores and basin. After a short and lovely march, the sisters arrived at their destination. The picnic basket was sat down, a red checked ground cloth was unfolded and the sisters sat in the sun, enjoying the feeling on their faces and hands; everything else was covered by their habits.
"I don't know why we have to wear these things," Sister Louise said flatly. The others turned their concerned expressions to their distressed sister. This was not the first time she had expressed discomfort while wearing her habit, but they at least understood what she was talking about. Their dress was designed for simplicity, complacency, and obedience, as well as not a little sacrifice of comfort. It was not designed to be loose, open, airy, or easy to wear; they were Nuns, not whores, and they had pointed this out to Louise several times in the past. Margaret was the first to point it out this time.
"We wear these habits to keep our minds pure and free from concern over material things like clothes and to keep our bodies chaste," she said, nodding. The other two followed along, with a patronizing smile warping their faces.
"What are we keeping chaste out here? There are no men present to gaze upon us! We are alone in God's creation, why should we not experience it with the bodies that God gave us?" Louise said and pulled her hair free of its confines, its dark, loose curls shaking free down past her shoulders. Margaret gasped at the brazenness of her friend.
Louise shook her hair out, glad to have it open and flowing in the wind. Every breeze and every breath of air flowed through it unrestricted, the feeling making Louise warm in her center.
"She has a point," Sister Mary said, standing up and taking her hair out as well. Her red locks fell loosely about her shoulders, just a little shorter than those of Louise, but burning bright as copper in the sun light. She, too, reveled in the feeling of the warmth of the sun and the breeze through her hair. Sister Catherine followed suit, her light brown hair shaking out to the middle of her back, hanging straight from her head. She tucked it behind her ears and tucked her knees up to her chin. Three sets of eyes moved to Sister Margaret.
Margaret sighed deeply and let her hair down as well, shaking her thick blonde hair out, letting it hang wildly about her shoulders. All four let out a happy sigh, all four letting the sun warm their bodies, taking rapture in the almost forbidden joy of being not completely in their uniforms. They sunned themselves like kittens for a few moments before Louise broke the silence.
"I feel like swimming," Sister Louise said and stood up.
"I do, too, but we didn't bring our..." Sister Catherine began, her words fading to a mumble while she watched Louise strip quickly out of her habit. She was bare beneath, her alabaster skin shining lightly in the sun. Three pair of eyes were devouring Louise's body like hungry lions at a feast, and all three pairs were drawn to her freshly shorn pubic hair.
"Sister!" Margaret exclaimed dreadfully, pointing at the bald mound of Louise's pussy. Louise looked down, separating her delectable bosom, taking the opportunity to thumb her nipples as she did so.
"What?" she asked innocently.
"Reverend Mother has explicitly explained that we are not to shave our pubic hair; that is a mark of harlots and harlots have no business being in convents!" Margaret half-shouted, her voice gone shrill from excitement and anger.
"Reverend Mother also caught me fucking Father O'Malley and Bishop Grady," Louise said, sticking out her tongue. "She said if we're going to have whores in St. Catherine's, they will look the part and I was instructed to shave my pussy at the beginning of each day as punishment. God doesn't hear the prayers of whores, but she feels that it will ease my place in Hell."
"Sister Louise!" screamed Margaret. Louise was sure that if she was any louder, they'd hear her five miles away the Monastery. "When we return I shall tell the Reverend Mother of your blasphemy!"
"What about it? She's the one that caught me fucking them. Or is it blasphemy you're going to try to get me in trouble for?" Louise asked, rolling her eyes.
"Yes," hissed Margaret. "For the blasphemy, you, you....harlot!"
"I've already been punished, and apparently I'm going to Hell, so don't you presume..." Louise said, threateningly. Sister Catherine stood abruptly, cutting Louise off.
"I want to swim, too," Catherine said, and she started stripping as well. Margaret was flabbergast and her eyes turned to face Sister Mary, who, not to be left out of her own party also stood up and began to take her habit off. After a few moments, all three were naked, their clothes piled neatly on the warm rocks. Margaret was so furious she had turned bright red, and much to the enjoyment of the rest of the girls, was seemingly unable to speak.
"We are going swimming," Sister Mary said, her self-assurance and defiance of Margaret was loud and clear. Margaret managed to shut her mouth but still said nothing. The three girls turned toward the lake and headed for the shallows, each of them starting to talk among themselves and giggling.
Margaret sat still, still lying on the rocks, her black robes taking in the heat, but she noticed as she watched her 3 sisters walk away, she was also getting warm some place else. Rather warm indeed, as a matter of fact, and not a little moist. The three asses swinging and jiggling in front of her was having an effect on her that she hadn't anticipated; it sure didn't do this to her in the showers when the girls were all together. When she was on night-rounds and door checks, she never had the inkling at all to do anything or think anything about any of the Sisters. However, right at that instant she wanted to do nothing more than lay down beside each of them and softly caress and rub every inch of their skin and massage every muscle. Especially those which the eye cannot see....
"What am I thinking?" Sister Margaret mumbled to herself. She rolled over in the sun and noticed that her nipples were slightly tenting her habit, regardless of how warm the sun was. She felt herself open as her thighs parted and she wanted to do nothing more than touch herself until the warmth went away. "No, I must not!" she whispered harshly. She quickly rolled over to her knees and began to pray for strength and forgiveness for even thinking such thoughts. Through her prayers, however, she could hear the girls splashing in the lake not 100 feet away, and their naked bodies kept prancing across her otherwise clear mind, inviting Margaret to do all manner of unspeakable things to them. She prayed harder.
******
The other 3 sisters, in the meantime, had begun swimming and splashing each other, playing in the pristine water like teenagers.
"Did you really let Father O'Malley and Bishop Grady....you know..." Catherine said with a hushed voice, her embarrassment in even talking about it made her blush beet red. Louise smiled coyly.
"Yes I did, and it was....wonderful," she said, getting lost in the thoughts as the last word poured from her throat like honey. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip softly as she recalled that day.
Both Grady and O'Malley were easy targets, and Louise hadn't been properly fucked since she'd been at the monastery. She'd fooled around with some of the other sisters, but a slow diddling with their fingers didn't compare with the feeling of a fat cock stroking in and out of Louise's drenched pussy. She could almost feel the slapping of O'Malley's sack on her clit from when he fucked her from behind and Grady's hairy balls rocking against her chin as he slammed his long thin rod down her throat at the same time. Just thinking about it made her want to cum again, it made her want to finger herself, right here, right now. All she had to do was reach down and...
"Hey, you okay?" interrupted a voice. It took Louise a second to realize it belonged to Catherine. Louise half-way opened her eyes, their usual clearness replaced with a glazed over dreaminess. Catherine laughed and pushed Louise on the shoulder. Electricity burst from her fingers to Louise's nipples and to her pussy, riding her cunt like a bucking bronco, teasing her clit enough she shivered.
"Yeah, hon, I'm fine," Louise said, coming out of her dream. She realized that she felt fingers sliding down her side around to her shaven snatch and a split second later she realized they were hers.
"It must have been good," Catherine said, giggling. "Oh, how I wish I could know the touch of a man," she said and started swimming on her back. Louise got a good look at her curly brown pubes, the water that was captured in them glistening in the sun light for an instant before her hips sank back below the surface of the water. But for that instant, Louise saw her sweet, delicious, undefiled pussy and could think of nothing better than to pull her to shore and eat her out, preferably right in front of Margaret.
"That'd show that prudish twat," Louise said, a little louder than she thought. Catherine swung her feet under her immediately and waded back over to her friend standing chest deep in the water.
"What did you just say?" Catherine asked, knowing that her friend would be honest with her.
"I said 'that'd show that prudish twat,'" Louise said, making a note to stare at Catherine's breasts under the water. She hadn't noticed that they were larger than her own before, and it made her jealous and hornier at the same time. Her pussy was leaking cum into the water at a slow, maddening pace, and she knew if she were back in the monastery she'd almost hear herself dripping on the flagstone floors.
"What would you show who?" Catherine asked, face twisted into a mask of confusion. Silence filled the air between them, the only sounds around them were nature and Sister Mary, swimming up to them.
*****
Sister Margaret could hear the girls splashing around. She hated being the responsible one and she wanted to join them, but she couldn't throw caution to the wind and go naked. It certainly wasn't against God to do so, but it was just so dirty to enjoy being nude the way the other sisters did. She finished her prayers, completing her Hail Mary's and she stood, her knees popping slightly as she inhaled the fresh outside air deeply.
She opted to not look at the lake, and especially not the hussy who had...how had she put it? Fucked Father O'Malley and Cardinal Grady.
"Dear God! What succubus have we allowed into your house!" Margaret said in a whisper. She walked along the tree line, skirting the expansive beach and staying on the broken shale, enjoying the feeling of it under her feet.
A sound caught her attention: a giggle, and not from the lake. Her sharp eyes flashed to the trees and she scanned through them, attempting to pin-point the source. She heard it again, this time to her right, near the picnic basket.
"Who's out here, show yourself!" Margaret said, her fists going to her hips and her back straightening defiantly. The giggle was heard again; but this time it was quieted by distance and way to her left. "Nothing can move that fast," Margaret said. "At least not one of God's creatures," she added, her brow knitting. Her face suddenly lit up in fear and surprise and her head snapping back square on her shoulders. "Nymphs!" she croaked out in a whisper what was intended to be a scream of warning. The sound barely reached her own ears before she saw an extremely beautiful woman walk out of the woods.
She had skin the color of rich honey, her hair was blonde, and almost white, hanging in loose curls down past her shapely hips. Her eyes were intense, both friendly and hungry at the same time, and they were locked on Sister Margaret's; the Sister unable to look away, the nymph staring with intent. She smiled brightly, her white pearls showing between as the pink flesh parted. The Nymph looked up and down at Sister Margaret, seemingly staring through her habit as if it were made of nothing more substantial than the air itself. The effect was intoxicating, and Margaret felt the warmth return to her body like a thunderbolt; the lightening accompanied it a split second later as her whole body became ticklish and excited all at once. Even the wind seemed to caress her body and whisper sweet nothings in her ears. Every bit of exposed flesh she had broke out in waves of goose bumps, each assaulting her senses and sending her higher while making her hotter.
As the Nymph's eyes returned to Margaret's, Margaret felt the intense compulsion to drink in the beauty before her. She traveled down from the creatures' almond eyes, which as she approached Margaret was able to discern that they were a silver color, reflective and dazzling in the sun of the afternoon. Her thin neck swelled out to her shoulders, the proportions more perfect than any Greek or Roman sculptor could ever hope to mimic. Her whole body flowed like water, from her shoulders to her thin arms, from her collar bones to her generous, firm, and unnaturally youthful breasts. Her nipples were the only distraction on her flawless body, capping her honeyed mounds with small, coin sized areola and nipples which were three things; small in diameter, long, and very erect, all of which making Margaret have a compulsion to put them between her lips, bite them and suck until the creature's lust was sated.
Her eyes tore themselves from those perfect breasts on top of those perfect nipples and traveled lower to her taut abdomen, not marred by a single freckle or mole, and not even a belly button. Perfectly smooth skin and toned muscles made the Sister uneasy; it wasn't natural to not have a belly button. The thought flitted through her mind in less than a thundering heart beat and her eyes moved along their path to the generous swelling of the creature's hips and then back along her pelvic ridges to her small, perfectly formed bush which was just a tear drop around her wanton sex. The straight, short fur was the same color of blonde as her hair, almost hypnotically white in the sun's light. Margaret noticed that she walked with her willowy but muscular thighs slightly parted, flashing the distended lips of her sex as they barely peaked out from under that snowy nest of fur. Margaret's view lower down this forbidden beauty's figure was cut short by her hand reaching out and touching Margaret's chin and lifting it back to look her in the eyes. Her body exploded in orgasm. Every sensation, every heart beat only intensified the fire in her belly and the wetness seeping from her core. The wind blowing across her cheeks was giving her micro quakes in her pussy and she could feel her uncovered sex throbbing, aching desperately to be touched so she could ride the feeling faster and higher. What felt like hours, but could have only been seconds past and she forced her eyes back open against the powerful feelings rippling inside her.
"You're a Nymph," Margaret said, forcing the words out right before biting her lip. The sensation almost sent her to her knees, imagining that her teeth were the teeth of the creature in front of her. Margaret never wanted the feeling to end, but a very small part of her was screaming "You're consorting with a creature of the devil!" That very small voice was growing more and more feint with every delicious quake and every delirious pulse of her pussy, squeezing her hot cum down her trembling thighs. The Nymph laughed.
"Yes," she said, her voice sounding like the tinkling of a thousand tiny bells. The sound sent shivers up Margaret's spine and she tried to suck in enough breath to talk again.
"What? How?" she managed to choke out. The Nymph stroked the cheek of Sister Margaret and then let her go, walking around her. Margaret collapsed, barely catching herself as she fell to her knees, landing in an obscenely penitent position as she panted to catch her breath. She could feel the air cooling her sweat-soaked habit and she was only wishing that it was cooling something else. The thought of the wind tickling across her needful pussy lips sent her off again. Another pulse of her girl cum rushed from her quim, joining the rest of her honey as it ran down her thighs.
"500 years ago, your Church elders decided to build a temple here. They found our standing stones and that we were here. They brought in powerful elders and invoked power enough to bind us in the standing stones of our site," the Nymph said, her sexy little voice fluttering against Margaret's ears and senses like velvet. "The stones were chained with iron to the bottom of the lake, trapping us there for all eternity until something special happened," the Nymph said, coming around in front of Margaret again.
"And what was that something special?" Margaret breathed out, her lungs on fire and her body still betraying her.
"We needed the cum of a Nun in the act of committing adultery," the Nymph said, bending at the knees to get on Margaret's level. "Your companion, Sister Louise, came in the Lake only moments ago, setting me and my two sisters free," the Nymph said with a giggle.
"But how?" Margaret said, looking up from the ground, straight into the ready pussy lips of the Nymph squatting before her. They looked so good, so delicious, all she had to do was... The Nymph laughed, and Margaret's head snapped up to look her in her captivating silver eyes.
"She was thinking of having sex with some of your church elders. Your own religion spells out two things; elders remain chaste, married only to their religion, and any thought of a sinful act is the same as doing that act. Your friend was imagining 'fucking,' as she so delightfully puts it, two men married to the church,"
"That adulterous little twat!" Margaret said, her voice back to a whisper. She pounded the ground with both of her fists, her head slamming down with them, her chin landing on her chest. She looked up again and it was not the Nymph that was squatting before her, it was Sister Louise. Everything was perfect; every freckle was in place, every muscle of her cat-like frame, even the breasts were those she had dreamt about not 20 minutes ago. And then there was that shaved pussy, still open wantonly with beads of her dew gathering in small droplets.
"What did I do?" Louise said, looking hurt. "How long have you been here? We saw you hit your head and we were worried!"
"What....but....how?" Margaret stammered, confused. She didn't even feel the moisture on her legs and her previously swampy pussy was dry as a bone.
"You sure you're okay, Sister Margaret?" Louise said again, standing up before her potentially hurt friend. Her arm extended down courteously, offering help to the fallen Nun. Margaret took it and stood up.
"Yeah, I think I'm fine," Margaret said. "Thanks," she added quietly. Her eyes caught Sister Louise's, and instead of seeing a look of concern, she saw the smiling silver eyes of the Nymph.
"You!" she half-shouted. "You tricked me!"
"No, I offered to help you," Louise's voice came from the Nymph. She giggled again. "This is the body you really want, the body of your one of your Sisters. Take it and free yourself from your desire for her, do to me what you want to do with her, let me make you feel things you've never even imagined and only tasted of the merest bite," the Nymph coaxed, still not changing from Louise's body.
"No, I can't....I...." Margaret stammered, the fires in her body becoming infernos of heat before she even knew what hit her.
"Yes, you can, and you will," the Nymph said with a smile as she bent forward and kissed Sister Margaret with a perfect copy of Louise's soft, warm lips.
****
"I'd lick and kiss your pussy in front of Sister Margaret to shut her up," Louise said playfully, splashing a little water at her friend. Catherine figured, and secretly hoped, that's what she was talking about, but wanted to hear it. Besides, hearing her friend say it was so much more exciting that only thinking it; it gave her a warm feeling of security inside and it made her skin tingle in the places she wanted to be touched.
"You would?" Sister Catherine said in mock surprise. She forced a blush and smiled coyly. "Only to shut up Sister Margaret, or did you have something else in mind?"
"Well Cath," Louise said, smiling like a Cheshire cat, "I'd like to anyway. You've never been with anyone, have you...I mean, not like someone else. I know you finger that wet little cunt of yours almost every night..."
"Ooooh Lou, I love it when you talk dirty. Keep doing it," Catherine said, almost feeling Louise's tongue lapping at her pussy already.
"You want to hear it, don't you, Cath. You are a dirty little twat, aren't you. You want to be eaten, licked, sucked, and fucked by your own friend! You, a Sister of St. Catherine's! And you want it from another Sister! You kinky little nun-pussy eating bitch!" Louise kept feeling herself getting hotter as she continued. She was only expressing her own wanton lust, knowing that it was paralleled, if not surpassed, by the virgin before her. She could feel her own sex seeming to move on its own in the water, her lips separating and the water caressing her drenched pussy like a lover's hand.
"What are you two talking about?" Mary asked, having heard every word.
"I'm talking about carrying this horny nun up to the shore and eating her pussy out before Sister Margaret. Sound like fun, Mare?" Louise said, watching Catherine shiver as she considered the possibilities. Mary and Louise laughed.
"I'd love to, but you know full well I only eat shaved cunt," Mary said. Her words shocked Catherine wonderfully; she hadn't ever heard Mary say a mean word or cuss in her whole time at the convent, and it only excited her more.
"Looks like she's about to get off on us just talking about licking her little brown box. What do you think, Mary, should we keep teasing her, or should we..." Louise started, but was interrupted by a feeling in her own super-heating pussy. She swore she could feel a finger enter her and start stroking her g-spot with reckless abandon. She started to almost convulse in the water a split second before Catherine began as well.
"Oh my God!" screamed Louise, her voice echoing off the trees on the shore. She'd never felt anything like this: the perfect finger. It was soft, firm and yet yielding, and there was no nail; it was inches of pleasuring goodness, and she could only hope that her friend was having the same orgasm as she was. Their bodies rushed together, and they both came again with the touch their breasts and rock hard nipples against each other's and the contact of Catherine's thick bush against Louise's bare mound. They could both feel each other's pussies being manipulated, the motion rubbing their erect clits together, making a third powerful orgasm bring them to even higher sexual pleasure.
Mary stared on in amazement for only a second before what felt like a pair of lips made of water latched onto her clit and she froze in orgasm, unable to scream, unable to move. She felt unseen fingers pet her coppery pubes and those lips, oh, those delightful lips kept sucking on her clit as she felt her pussy lips separate further with the invasion of an unseen intruder deep into her pink cavern.
The three girls were cuming almost continuously, and then it just stopped. No watery lips, no fingers, no intrusions into their heated depths. They stood in the water, shaking and panting, Louise the first to find enough strength of body and mind to speak.
"What...in the...name of...oh my God...was that?" she managed between deep panting breaths. She could still feel her pussy trying to contract around whatever was inside her, and she was deeply wanting it to return.
"Oh my God," Mary said, regaining her breath as well, "Look at the shore." She pointed, two sets of eyes followed them to a spot 100 feet from the picnic basket, and all three eyes grew wider as they took in the scene.
***
The kiss was electric. Sister Margaret felt a warmth and a tingle start from the base of her curling toes spread delightfully slowly up her legs, engulf her soaked pussy, and then roll upward to her nipples before turning into a fuzzy lust in her brain. The world turned upside down. Sister Margaret felt hands on her; she couldn't count, she didn't care to count, but it felt like more than two. The same electric warmth shot from them to her breasts and to the sensitive spots deep inside her cunt, making her cum and shiver uncontrollably.
"This is what you want, isn't it," another voice said. It sounded familiar to Margaret, but the lust her body was oozing fogged her brain. It took an eternity of touching, groping, and kissing before she forced her eyes open and saw Sister Mary standing there, the curls of her red hair gone from swimming in the lake. Sister Mary licked her lips slowly and then stared into the eyes of Sister Margaret. They were not Sister Mary's eyes, but gold irises that stared back, filling her body with even more wanton desire. Her eyes fell and saw the nymph that had taken on Lou's form kissing softly down the chest of the Nymph under the guise of Sister Mary, her tongue snaking out longer than any human tongue possibly could, circling her erect nipples.
"Ooh," Mary moaned, her voice a perfect match. "I think she likes that, what do you think, Sister?" The voice was starting to fade to a slutty, lust-filled huskiness, and Margaret could smell the already strong and unmistakable scent of pussy almost double. It had never turned Margaret on before, but just the smell made her body tremble in micro-orgasm and she fell. Blackness overtook Sister Margaret.
"Oh, I think we broke her," Mary's clone said, sounding disappointed.
"That's okay, Sisters, there's more," a clone of Sister Catherine said, licking her lips. "And Sisters, do they ever taste fine." Lou's and Mary's Nymphs stopped what they were doing and stood up, posing for the girls looking at them in the water, their lust practically steaming from their every pore.
**
"Lou, what the hell?" Mary said, barely catching her breath.
"I think we're in trouble," Catherine said, huddling close to the other two. They were all suddenly aware of how cold their skin was as the water evaporated from it and how uncomfortable they all were. Their body heat warmed each other, and rekindled their embers of lust.
"What happened to Sister Margaret?" Lou demanded, the other two taking position behind her in the water. Her voice was determined, but still shaking from the little orgasms still lacing through her body.
"She couldn't handle us, Sister Louise, we're just too much for her," Lou's clone giggled. The other two tittered behind her, taking positions in mock of the two nuns huddling behind Lou.
"Why do you look like us?" Mary blurted out, almost all in one word.
"Because it's what she wanted," Mary's double blurted out, mocking her further.
"You never realized?" Lou's look-alike said, taunting them. "You never realized she wanted to eat all three of you cunts?" The three Nuns looked shocked, all of them subconsciously shaking their heads. Lou's double walked toward the water. "Oh, she did alright. I took your form, Lou, and she almost came on the spot. You should have seen the juice leaking from her slutty nun cunt." Lou's double hit the water, her legs not splashing as she walked toward them. "You want her, too, don't you Louise. You wanted to eat that black bushed cunt of hers, make her cum, and feel her pussy juice drip off your face like honey." It wasn't a question. Lou could only nod in response.
"Maybe I should give that to you then," Lou's double said, her body shifting quickly to mimic Sister Margaret. "Is this better?" she asked, her voice a fading mixture of Lou's and a strengthening addition of Margaret's. "Is this the cunt you want to fuck, Lou, you whore?" Lou could only nod.
"Then ask, Lou. Ask to suck the juice from my leaking pussy and you shall have it," the Nymph said, raising a leg out of the water, spreading her already glistening pink folds, parting the thick, untamed, black bush like a slice of heaven.
It wasn't heaven Lou was interested at the time, it was pussy; wet, succulent pussy glistening in the mid-day sun and over flowing with sweet nectar. She could feel those teasing water invading her pussy once more, sliding in and out of her, the current swirling around her clit, slowly massaging it, caressing it, and teasing it. There was no urgency or love in the motions, only a long slow lust of pleasure fucking a complete stranger on a beach. Sister Louise's mouth went dry. She found her knees wanting to move, but her feet spread only farther apart, letting the water molest her as the Nymph in the guise of Sister Margaret stepped ever closer, her hips swinging sexily, giving little glimpses of day light between her thighs. The ridge of her clit was clearly visible in those momentary flashes, her dew already forming drops on her lips.
"Why haven't you asked, Louise? Is this not what you wanted?" the Nymph said, stopping just out of Lou's reach. "Maybe you need further encouragement?" the Nymph said with Margaret's voice. Lou braced herself for the ministrations on her pussy to increase dramatically but she felt nothing. She realized that she had clenched her eyes tight, and she slowly forced them open. The sight before her was one she never expected to see; the Nymph had turned back into a copy of Louise.
"Maybe this is what you want. Your mind is so hard to read, but maybe you're the type that has always wanted to fuck yourself," the Nymph said, taking another step closer. The watery intruder in her pussy throbbed thicker and rougher, stretching her twat and lighting up her pleasure centers like electric velvet. Lou shuddered, barely able to hold herself up, her knees had turned to jelly and every muscle in her body was shivering with the sensations she was receiving.
"Oh my God," she croaked out, her voice quiet and hoarse.
"God has nothing to do with us," came a voice from behind the Nymph in front of Sister Louise. Louise tore her gaze away from the Nymph in front of her, her eyes moving slowly, matching speed with the fuzzy fog filling her brain. She saw the other two Nymphs, one in the guise of Sister Catherine, the other an exact match for Sister Mary.
"Oh...oh my God," Lou moaned out again, her voice gaining strength as her massive orgasm built up inside her. The Nymph before Lou just laughed, each boiling giggling cackle made Lou's pussy spasm harder, trying to grip the watery cock that was now pistoning in her pussy. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Oh fuck me!" Lou panted, unable to do anything but stand. Her eyes clamped shut and her whole body shook harder, her tits bouncing with the recoil of her body in the mid-afternoon sun.
"No, Sister Louise, fuck you," the Nymph before Lou said, stepping forward and kissing Lou softly on the lips while her orgasm sped to places of pleasure Louise had never been to before.
*
Sister Louise came to, she had no idea how much time had passed, but she saw the sun licking the top of the towering pines along the ridge of the convent and she knew it was getting close to supper time. She rolled her head the other direction, the warm numbness of post-colital bliss still washing over her in waves and making her shiver and shudder deliciously. Her tired, lazy eyes refused to focus for a few seconds on the new visage before her eyes. On her left, was Sister Margaret, still passed out on the beach. Lou turned her head and looked back toward the lake and saw the redheaded Sister Mary and Sister Catherine lazily enjoying each other's bodies, each standing in chest-deep water, there chests rubbing lightly together, each licking and sucking on the other's lips.
Louise tried to stand, but her over-used twat was still fluttering and each attempt made her body shiver and gave her a micro orgasm. She was rapidly approaching the point of over-stimulation and her pussy was almost starting to hurt. It was a slow, delirious, delicious hurt, but her pussy was begging to be left alone, nonetheless. She managed to roll over able to look at the sensuous scene in the lake a little better.
"Hey, you two," Lou said, her voice tired, but loud enough to echo across the lake. Mary broke the kiss first and started walking in toward shore. Catherine followed quickly. Mary giggled and looked back and sped up, Catherine met her jog and soon it was a race to the beach. They were laughing as they fell down next to Lou, Mary by her face and Catherine by her feet. Mary rolled up and knelt, her spreading pussy splitting her coppery fur was not a sight that was lost on Lou.
"What happened?" Lou asked, her eyes wrenching themselves slowly from Mary's pussy.
"Well, you were eating your own pussy for a while, Lou," Catherine said, her fingertips teasing slow circles around Lou's ankle. "Then you passed out, the Nymphs carried you to shore and put you here. After that they said they had what they wanted and they left. They said you and Margaret would be awake soon and Mary and I have been exploring each other since," Catherine continued, her finger tips drifting lazily up Louise's calf to her knee, still teasing in slow circles.
"I'd never even heard of anyone cuming as hard as you did, Lou," Mary said, looking her friend in the eyes. Lou noticed for the first time that her eyes had shifted from their normal green to a brilliant gold. Instantly afraid, she looked Catherine in the eyes; they had shifted from brown to platinum.
Panic shook Lou out of horniness and she scampered backward and away from her two Sisters.
"Lou!" Mary shouted in surprise. "We know about our eyes, it's a side effect from being fucked by a Nymph. They should return to their normal colors in a few days." Lou's chest was heaving, her eyes wide, and it looked like she wanted to bolt into the woods, but Mary was a good friend and she knew her friends better than anyone else on Earth. She calmed down some and forced herself to her feet.
"We'd better get back to St. Catherine's. It'll be supper time soon and then time for evening prayers," Lou said, walking back to her discarded clothing up the beach. "Wake up Margaret," she commanded. She heard them trying to rouse their sister and then she heard Margaret moan back to reality. Mary and Catherine were right behind Lou after a few seconds. Margaret stumbled up the beach to the sisters just as they were straightening their habits.
"I don't think we should ever speak of this," Margaret said softly, unable to look her fellow Sisters in the eyes. She slowly pulled her clothes back on and they walked up to the Convent. Margaret was falling behind and Louise noticed before the other two that their elder sister was lagging, kicking rocks from the road into the woods, and overly distracted.
"Margaret, we don't ever need to talk about what happened," Louise said softly after Margaret had caught up to her. Sister Margaret shifted her gaze to Louise's face and Louise stared deeply into her dark brown eyes.
"But, I think..."Margaret started. Lou placed a finger to her lips and cut her off. She shook her head and Margaret nodded. She started shuffling off after the other two sisters. Lou waited a second or two before following, looking for something, her eyes darting along the forest floor and along the road. Her eyes locked onto what she was looking for and she shot off into the woods, jumping over fallen logs and dodging around trees and bushes with the agility of a jungle cat.
Lou bent over, looking into the still surface of a forest pond. Her reflection was clearly seen in the dying light of the sun, the pond looking like silver from the road. Louise took a deep breath and looked onto the still surface of the pond.
Her face looked back at her, her black hair messy and full of sand from the beach, her face flushed, her lips pale, and her eyes, still their natural light brown. Sister Mary's words echoed in her mind, "They should return to their normal colors in a few days..."
Sister Louise felt panicked. She felt afraid, and she felt the danger of letting two Nymphs into the Convent. She was concerned for her Sisters, for any visitors, and for the lives of any men who came to St. Catherine's. More than any of that, she felt horny. Lou felt her abused pussy juice up deliciously, the heat spreading from her belly to her twat and breasts, tingling as it ebbed through her body.
Sister Louise smiled devilishly, stood up, and caught up to her friends, both old and new, and they walked along the road to St. Catherine's, each of them enjoying the view as the sun set behind the ancient walls and forest before them.