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Christmas Comes
“Rita and Jack, you have been warned thrice about talking—I daresay flirting—in class. You two will stay after school for detention. You will write, in Latin, a perfect paragraph on the true meaning of Christmas. I am aware this is the last day before your holiday begins, but it is my duty to impose and teach you discipline. Meet me in the art studio at 3:15 sharp.”
“Yes, ‘ster”, each senior responded with a wicked gleam in their eyes.
By 3:05 Sister Mary Nativity had finished arranging the modeling platform and polishing the two-way mirror. She worried that Sister Mary “Cunny” Constance would be tardy, but she arrived at 3:10.
“Nat, this is wondrous of you. I’m all prepared, nothing but me under this habit, haha. Ah, the neon purple, my favorite!”
“Cunny, speak low, the children should be here any minute. I daresay they’re as anxious to get going as we are. Ah, me, did you get that—to get going? Ha ha ha!”
The pair of star pupils entered promptly and took their seats in front of the carpeted platform.
“Now, children,” Sister Nativity intoned solemnly, “you know the assignment. You have an hour, at which time’s end I will return. Do not cheat, I will know if you helped each other, your Latin is very distinctive.”
“Yes, ‘ster. Thank you, ‘ster.”
As soon as the sound of swishing skirt and rosary beads faded away, the two students turned to each other.
“Fuck, Rita, did you get Nancy Nympho to write those paras?”
“Chill, babe. I only had to promise to get her a date with that nerdy freshman, Peter-the-putz. She loves virgins, no matter what they look like. Here, let’s copy them out fast, so we can start fucking our brilliant brains out.”
Behind the mirror, watching the brilliant young brains fuck, Nativity lubed the “purple pirate” strapped round her wide hips. Cunny was bent forward, habit skirt lifted and tucked into her hemp belt, as she watched her favorite lascivious students copulating on the table.
“Ready, sweet Cunny? This cock is tickling my clit and I’ll frig yours too as soon as I’ve poked you full.”
Just as both pious women were ready to explode into simultaneous orgasms, the boy and girl, having come twice already, got off the platform.
“Oh fuck, Nat! I wanted to come with them. Ohfuckinjeezuscrapshit. Oh oh oh, Nat slow down.”
“Wait, Cunn, look,” Nativity said as she eased down the power on her appended tool and grabbed more lube.
Rita, with opened blouse and bra, leaned full-frontally against the mirror, eyes dilated, mouth open and leaking, seemingly looking directly at her teachers. Jack was right behind her, one arm round his steady, and pinching a perfectly nubile roseate nipple.
“OK, babe, here goes your first ass job, ready? I think you’re oiled plenty, my dick is too.”
“Yeah, hunnybunny, fuck my sweet ass and make me come again, harder than ever. I’m so ready I could scream Deck the Fucking Halls. Jingle Balls me, Jack!”
All four Queen of Angels high school members came simultaneously. The nuns were fortunate the dildo’s batteries were new. Rita and Jack had just enough time to tidy up, though of course Sister Nat would have given them more had they decided to go for another round or position. Sister Constance couldn’t move for half an hour, she simply leaned her face against the glass drooling and sighing, nearly falling asleep. Nativity wished she’d had a camera at the sight of that plump glistening ass.
“Excellent work, children. I am pleased you know the meaning of Christmas, whether in Latin or English. I trust you have benefited as much from this exercise as we, um, I did. Uh, when I was your age.
“Merry Christmas—and the peace and joy of the newborn king to you and your families.”
“Merry Christmas, ‘ster,” both children uttered together, again.
“Rita and Jack, you have been warned thrice about talking—I daresay flirting—in class. You two will stay after school for detention. You will write, in Latin, a perfect paragraph on the true meaning of Christmas. I am aware this is the last day before your holiday begins, but it is my duty to impose and teach you discipline. Meet me in the art studio at 3:15 sharp.”
“Yes, ‘ster”, each senior responded with a wicked gleam in their eyes.
By 3:05 Sister Mary Nativity had finished arranging the modeling platform and polishing the two-way mirror. She worried that Sister Mary “Cunny” Constance would be tardy, but she arrived at 3:10.
“Nat, this is wondrous of you. I’m all prepared, nothing but me under this habit, haha. Ah, the neon purple, my favorite!”
“Cunny, speak low, the children should be here any minute. I daresay they’re as anxious to get going as we are. Ah, me, did you get that—to get going? Ha ha ha!”
The pair of star pupils entered promptly and took their seats in front of the carpeted platform.
“Now, children,” Sister Nativity intoned solemnly, “you know the assignment. You have an hour, at which time’s end I will return. Do not cheat, I will know if you helped each other, your Latin is very distinctive.”
“Yes, ‘ster. Thank you, ‘ster.”
As soon as the sound of swishing skirt and rosary beads faded away, the two students turned to each other.
“Fuck, Rita, did you get Nancy Nympho to write those paras?”
“Chill, babe. I only had to promise to get her a date with that nerdy freshman, Peter-the-putz. She loves virgins, no matter what they look like. Here, let’s copy them out fast, so we can start fucking our brilliant brains out.”
Behind the mirror, watching the brilliant young brains fuck, Nativity lubed the “purple pirate” strapped round her wide hips. Cunny was bent forward, habit skirt lifted and tucked into her hemp belt, as she watched her favorite lascivious students copulating on the table.
“Ready, sweet Cunny? This cock is tickling my clit and I’ll frig yours too as soon as I’ve poked you full.”
Just as both pious women were ready to explode into simultaneous orgasms, the boy and girl, having come twice already, got off the platform.
“Oh fuck, Nat! I wanted to come with them. Ohfuckinjeezuscrapshit. Oh oh oh, Nat slow down.”
“Wait, Cunn, look,” Nativity said as she eased down the power on her appended tool and grabbed more lube.
Rita, with opened blouse and bra, leaned full-frontally against the mirror, eyes dilated, mouth open and leaking, seemingly looking directly at her teachers. Jack was right behind her, one arm round his steady, and pinching a perfectly nubile roseate nipple.
“OK, babe, here goes your first ass job, ready? I think you’re oiled plenty, my dick is too.”
“Yeah, hunnybunny, fuck my sweet ass and make me come again, harder than ever. I’m so ready I could scream Deck the Fucking Halls. Jingle Balls me, Jack!”
All four Queen of Angels high school members came simultaneously. The nuns were fortunate the dildo’s batteries were new. Rita and Jack had just enough time to tidy up, though of course Sister Nat would have given them more had they decided to go for another round or position. Sister Constance couldn’t move for half an hour, she simply leaned her face against the glass drooling and sighing, nearly falling asleep. Nativity wished she’d had a camera at the sight of that plump glistening ass.
“Excellent work, children. I am pleased you know the meaning of Christmas, whether in Latin or English. I trust you have benefited as much from this exercise as we, um, I did. Uh, when I was your age.
“Merry Christmas—and the peace and joy of the newborn king to you and your families.”
“Merry Christmas, ‘ster,” both children uttered together, again.
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