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“Could you come with me please?” "Sister Katerine, I-" Her voice, soft and gentle, questioning and feminine had started, before she drew in a sharp breath. Priscilla stared into the open room, at the tall Nun, her habit raised up to her waist, a thick python like appendage sprouting from her crotch buried deep inside the bent over body of one of the students. She had looked at Katherine, the two making the briefest moments eye contact as she stared through her glasses, wide-eyed at the scene before her. "S-Sorry!!" She stammered before closing the door as quickly as she cumshot could, feeling her cheeks practically blazing with fire as she all but ran down the corridor away from Sister Katherine's classroom and the image that was now seemingly etched into her sight. She had to go to the Mother, to tell her what she'd seen, it had been inappropriate, it had been sinful, it couldn't be allowed. She swallowed as her run slowed to a purposeful stride, her cheeks still alight with colour even as, with meaningful steps, she marched passed the door to the Mothers room. What was she doing? She had to let her know Hardcore what she had seen? Didn't she? Her feet carried her further away and Priscilla found herself once more picking up the pace. Telling the Mother was important, of course it was, but something more pressing was coming up that had to be dealt with, something she couldn't put off. Sister Priscilla knelt in her room by her bed, head bowed and her lips moving as she prayed, prayed for guidance, for understanding, for strength. None of these things, however, came to her, as her hands slowly stroked up and down her impressive, rock hard length. She asked for the strength to stop what she was doing, but she only squeezed harder, massaging the steely length in her hands. She asked for understanding, but all she knew was that what she had seen had given her this needful erection that she fought so often, sometimes leading to her feeling frustrated and pure, but more often than not, impure and satisfied. And she asked for guidance. She respected Sister Katherine and thought her to be one of the kinder, more Godly Sisters in the school, it would be in times like this when she could not relate to the other Sisters that she would to Katherine who always seemed to have time for her and seemed to understand. But on this occasion, she felt alone. If Sister Katherine indulged in such practices, were they truly as sinful as she had been led to believe? She had often wondered to herself, laying in her bed, feeling the cold firmness of the mattress bringing her discomfort and the warm grip of her hand on her cock bringing her Cuckold pleasure which one God would really want of the two of her. She shivered as she felt her cock throb in her hands, grateful for the strength in which the image had burned itself into her mind, the gorgeous Katherine, tall and well proportioned bending Ethan, young and slender, handsome and with a kind smile, over her desk and, she gulped at the thought, 'fucking', him. She hadn't seen or experienced that since she had worked her way from a life of dependency with the devil to a life of service with God and her memories of it made her want for it all the more. She had to tell the Mother, confess what she had seen though maybe not how she had reacted... But the more the thought bounced around her head the less it sounded like a good idea. The Mother would judge without understanding, something like that wouldn't be fair? It wouldn't matter if Katherine's thoughts and faith were pure and true, in the eyes of blonde the Mother it would be a sin regardless. What Katherine needed and deserved was an impartial judge, someone who knew what she was feeling, someone who could take all sides into account and decide whether Katherine needed to be truly punished. She would go then, she amateur would go to Katherine's and talk to her. Priscilla bit her lip and gasped, feeling her cock twitch and throb as her climax hit her, her hands continuing to stroke up and down her length as her balls fired off their load, creamy white lines lancing up to strike her in her own face, the heat, texture and scent familiar, the lewdness of the act serving to enhance her pleasure as she came. She swallowed hard and blushed, panting hard, surveying the mess she had made with one eye, the other glued shut with her own thick seed, which even now was dripping slowly to the floor. You had no one to help you?” Whoever was at my door wanted to be heard. And feeling that, I was surprised to find I wanted to drink it. ‘Isabelle’ he said, whilst unclipping her garters from her panties. “I wish someone would go down on me at the blonde mall.” She sucked and flicked the stiff flesh bud. “Yes, yes, yes!” I gasped. I'd never met her if I'd stayed in state." “Yes, it is!” he groaned. I slept fitfully, one minute hot, the next cold. I might enjoy seeing a cock in your sexy mouth from a different angle and perspective.” "Then you better try HARDER, bitch. Quinn looked over the tall older male, trying to decide if he was a threat. It was fully erect now. She kept teasing him with ‘what if’ scenarios involving other men. She nods excitedly. It worked. Everything was falling into place and both of us were excited at possibly of finally the Cuckold two of us becoming lovers. She had never been fucked so hard before, and she cautiously gasped "Oh! Once in bed, she pulled the sheet up over all of us. Maybe I had just estimated the traffic cumshot wrong, maybe I had just been more eager for this meeting than I was prepared to admit to myself. “We might never know, but I’d sure like Hardcore her to stop drinking.” As the six made their way out of the luau late that night, the couples had become very evident. “And a glass of red for her, too, please.” A voice said to her left, a figure that amateur she had until now ignored now tapping her empty glass.