Autumn — College Discipline

Lesbian foursome

Monsignor Bernard was having his mid-morning drag. Unfortunately, it was outside The Rectory attached to St David's Cathedral. 

The 'do-gooders' had finally had smoking banned inside. The late autumn fog was still thick around the local hills, gliding in tuffs down the river valley. 

He was interrupted halfway through his brief pleasure when Father O'Flaniggan came puffing out of the diocese office to his right. 

"Bernard, Bernard; you are required at;" his cheeks reddened by the cold, and he also needed a breath; then he continued, "At St Anne's College immediately."

The Monsignor took another deep drag. Then, he carefully stubbed the remainder under the toe of his shiny black boot. 

The 'do-gooders' would have him collecting his butts next.

"Any idea what the fuss is about, Patrick," he inquired.

"Yes, Sister Agatha is in a terrible state; she is very agitated; it's alcohol and lewd behaviour by some very senior girls."

Bernard arrived at the school about thirty minutes later. 

He saw the three perpetrators seated outside Principal Sister Agatha's office. 

Demure but with hormones raging; it was Bethany with her head down. Tense and sexually coiled, Erica was next to her, fidgeting with her hands, tapping with her feet like she just had to be active. Chastity was blowing gum bubbles; the wanton slut, unworried, knowing Bernard would arrive soon. 

She popped her pink gum and blew him a kiss as he knocked and entered the principal's office.

Sister Agatha was flustered and dithery. 

Bernard wanted to swat her like a fly. 

However, patience is a virtue, and he gave her — her five minutes of ranting and release. 

As Bernard suspected, Chastity Palmer, for once, had not been careful enough. 

Still, the location was a surprise: the gym changing room after hours. 

The participants were not a shock: Erica Phillips and Bethany Dwyer.

It was Sister Margret locking up the changerooms who caught the three girls scandalously showering naked together, wickedly pleasuring each other with a pink vibrator and the devil's brew, alcoholic mixed drinks scattered empty on the floor.

"St Anne's reputation is on the line, Monsignor," from a high-pitched Sister Agatha.

Arms waving!

"I can't expel them, though that is the required action of the church board. I should send for their parents and get them all out of here immediately."

She took a deep breath; her brow creased.

Bernard knew there was a catch. 

He waited.

"My, oh my, well, the college's problem is that the three Jezebels are already in our advertising for next year's intake."

The goodly sister was rambling on, but Bernard already knew the direction of her spiel. 

The three young ladies were all excellent students in their chosen fields. 

Bernard made polite eye contact and nodded as she closed with: "We need Erica to Captain and win the interschool athletics trophy for St Anne's next week, Bethany to perform a solo at the graduation to which the Cardinal has been invited in Spring, and that Salome; Chastity; to win the National Spanish, French and German-speaking competitions over the next three weeks."

Looking at the exasperated nun, the Monsignor thought she needed her first screw to shut her up. 

Bernard wasn't volunteering; he liked and was getting plenty of the eighteen-to-nineteen-year set — well — currently.

The pious sister added: "Surely this was Lucifer's work or those depraved senior boys from St Xavier's? But how did the contraband get into my school? Surely not when they hosted us at last week's debate at St Xavier's. And in God's name a vibrator; the sin of those girls; the venial violation of moral standards."

Then surely a rhetorical question followed: "What sort of wives will they make, married to our next generation of political and commercial leaders?"

Sister Agatha was still rambling on, but Bernard had the whole gist. 

He thought they would make excellent wives. In fact, the next generation of national and corporate leaders probably wouldn't stray to whores or their secretaries. 

They wouldn't be able to get enough of these women as their partners. 

Bernard used his shrewd experienced mind to decide his punishment for these three nubiles. 

Still, he had to articulate a societal punishment verbally for Sister Agatha.

"I suggest internal suspension, isolation from the rest of the school, and separation of the sinners at the diocese Retreat. Leave it to me; I will inform their parents personally; rest your sensitive, pure, unsullied mind. No need for you to inform their mothers about the deviant device."

The mother's superior was starting to calm down. 

Good, thought Bernard as he waited for assent.

"Monsignor, I place three wayward souls in your hands. You alone can guide them back, make them glow again in the light of salvation, and keep St Anne's reputation intact."

Christ thought, Bernard, Sister, don't make me out to be like the good Lord himself. I will, however, be using my hands to feel them up. I will be guiding my cock into their backdoors, and they will be glowing after a week's Retreat. Nothing virginal intact.

Bernard said, "We will leave as soon as they are packed; that's the discipline measures settled. A prayer, then let's have tea."

He genuflected, inviting the principal to join him, and they prayed in turn for the three reprobates.

Then Bernard rose, assisted the sister from her knees, and said, "After you, teatime."

"One moment," said the Monsignor outside her office door; "Go ahead; I will quickly sort out these fractious lasses."

The mother superior nodded and glided along the corridor. 

Bernard took a moment to inform the three girls to pack. They would be accompanying him.

He didn't get any farther because Bethany broke into tears. 

She thought it was expulsion and was horrified by Monsignor B informing her mother directly that Bethany had a vibrator in her butt. 

Well, her mother, who never burped or released body gas in any company, just wouldn't cope.

He soothed her quickly, "We are going to the diocese Retreat. Pack for the week. Meet me at the parish vehicle. The main school car park in one hour."

He ushered them off. 

Bernard needed a fag in an alcove before surviving morning tea with the nuns — in numbers.

The Monsignor found his regular out-of-the-way niche, and while he puffed, he was pleased with himself. 

He gracefully got through two cups of tea and two scones—as all the nuns—in turn — waxed lyrical about Bernard being so selfless, so concerned for the girl's future direction, the perfect in loco parentis spiritual guide for that obdurate morally undisciplined hellcat but so linguistically talented Chastity Palmer. The easily led Bethany Dwyer and the over-energetic athlete Erica Phillips.

Bernard pointed out that the Retreat library had the classics in French and German. There was a piano for Bethany. Monsignor could channel her back to the sweet girl she was as a lead chorister and keep her fingers busy on the keys. The attached small gym would harness Erica's excess energy back on sport, not sinful Sapphic degeneracy. 

Bernard rightly indicated the Retreat had several bedrooms, so there would be no island of Lesbos mischief in any of the girl's rooms. 

He made a promise here to Sister Agatha that the girls would behave in their rooms. 

He wasn't intending to have any sex in any of the bedrooms anyway. The piano stool, the gym bench press and the library's antique chaise lounge were all quite suitable for sex in Bernard's mind. 

Thankfully, the tower bell rang, taking the nuns and school to the chapel for prayers and then the work of God. 

Bernard was going to focus on a man's actual work. 

He paced quickly through the empty corridors and stepped outside into a swirl of autumn leaves. The week ahead was looking fantastic. 

The girls were packed and waiting by the car. They were in the vehicle. The car was out of the college gates. 

Bernard heard Beth and Erica's breath of release, accompanied by Chas's gum pop. 

As the dioceses' Range Rover turned onto the main road, Bernard got sarcastic with Chastity: 

"Well, all this was way below your A-grade game, Ms Palmer? What went wrong and right, and don't spare me the lewd details?"

Bernard wanted the detail that Sister Agatha was too embarrassed to ask Sister Margret, who had discovered the three in the gym showers. 

He wanted a slight hard-on to take his mind off the drive. Besides, Chastity had a way with both words and vibrators that would make a more candid and memorable retelling. 

Chastity, sitting next to the Monsignor in the front, popped her bubble gum and began: "We had just finished a frickin hot, sweaty game of volleyball. That bitchy Sister Dolores didn't leave us enough time to shower after playing an extra set."

Suck! Pop! Mwah! — before the vixen continued.

"Anyway, after the rest of the girls left, we stayed. I shared a couple of vodka cruisers from my locker, and then we showered together. Now, that was Bethany's idea."

She turned and gave Beth a wink, seated in the back with Erica. 

Using the rear vision mirror, Bernard enjoyed the glint in the angelic blonde's eyes.

The redhead continued: "We only intended it to be a quick, soapy massage, but once Erica included the vibrator I had loaned her earlier in the week, it was on. She was working Bethany's pussy with the vibrator and my crotch with her other hand. I was finger fucking Erica, and Bethany had her finger up my arse."

Pop! Pop! 

"Then, while Erica was rimming me, I had the vibrator in Bethany's moaning butt as Sister Margret came in and left almost instantly. I knew the sisters wouldn't call us out till morning, so I just urged the girls on till we were all fully satisfied."

Gum popped. 

Bernard, with a hard-on, nearly popped. 

It was all he could do to barely keep his eyes and mind on the road. All he could think was the girls had already completed their foreplay for their week at the Retreat. 

Highway is bitumen and mostly dull; so, they were all glad for a late lunch stop at a roadhouse about half way there. 

Bernard thought the three young women were skittish, frivolous, and unpredictable, even though they all wore regular college uniforms. Probably not regulation underwear or maybe even commando, Chas. 

They really were on the cusp of being untamed. Playfully, lightly, and sweetly, in seeming innocence, they nudged into each other as they exited the four-wheel drive. They were tenderly giving each other a glance. 

The trio headed for the ladies' restroom. 

Thank God this place hadn't updated to those unisex washrooms, thought Bernard. 

On second thought, it could have been an opportunity. 

He needed a cigarette.

The Monsignor stayed outside for a drag before joining the girls inside the diner for lunch. 

Another local council by-laws banned smoking within 10 metres of eateries. 

A cigarette always helped with his planning. Though he didn't want to overchart the week, the libidinous unexpected was frankly very gratifying. 

He took a last deep drag and then sneakily ground the stub under his heel. 

His attention was drawn to a thirty-something woman leaving the roadhouse, adjusting her skirt. Her perplexed look alternated with just a hint of a smile. 

Just what had that strumpet Chastity managed?

Bernard went inside and joined the girls with a coffee. 

Chastity was already indulging herself in a sticky iced bun, and she had induced Bethany to partake of a similar item. 

Both were behaving like tarts, licking their lips salaciously and salubriously. 

Erica had apparently avoided temptation, eating a salad and drinking bottled water. 

"Well, Chastity, the details," smirked the Monsignor.

"You don't miss anything, Bernie. Do you?" said the impertinent hussy. 

She took another bite of her bun, licked her fingers, and started:

"She was just washing her hands as we entered the ladies, and well, I just went straight up behind her and groped her fulsome breasts. She was instantly into the fondling. I don't know; I just know. I reckon about thirty, brunette professional woman, on a trip alone. No wedding rings."

Chas licked her fingers.

"I got Erica to sidle up to her and give her some tongue action. Geez, does Erica go in hard and wild with her tongue. Beth needed no prodding; she had her fingers inside the brunette's panties quicker than I got her nipples exposed over the top of her bra. Erica took her left nipple, and I took her right. They were cherry red and a licker's delight."

Chas ran her tongue around her lips.

"Beth, the slut brought up her wet fingers to the woman's mouth and fed the brunette her own sticky cum from her private nether regions. I left Erica to work over both her tits. Erica was her champion self, caressing, stroking, and squeezing the brunette's now-exposed melons. She nuzzled her face between the twin soft jellies. Then petted the nipples with her wet tongue, letting her saliva drip slowly down the woman's partly exposed body."

Chas was enjoying the telling and enjoying her bun, her mouth a sluice of icing and cream; like a cum receptacle, she swallowed, then went on — 

"I didn't see any more as I was taking in her snatch. It was only now I became aware that Beth was rimming her butthole. She was outpacing me, which is very rare. The brunette was moaning and writhing now. She had no idea where this intensity had come from."

Chas flicked a flake of icing off her chest.

"I think our college uniforms were a huge turn-on. She had a full, bushy, downy dark snatch under white lace panties and inviting, lumpy, fleshy lips. Fleshy enough to suck on. She really arched back once I got lapping between her thighs. Or maybe it was Beth's finger in her butt hole. Still, this was not to discount the swift work of Erica's tongue and the rapid squeezing and moulding of her generous breasts with her hands."

Chas's delicate fingers were around the last half of her bun, caressing it like a penis, thought Bernard — before she continued:

"I didn't see the next part unfolding as it did. Erica was on the sink bench with her legs spread, guiding the brunette's head between her legs. Under her school dress, she had these frilly red panties. The brunette peeled them to one side and let out a gasp. I don't think in her wildest dreams she imagined college shaved coochie."

Chasity fluttered her lashes.

"She looked like a woman unpacking a surprise basket of goodies. Wow, Bernie; you would have been impressed at the moisture adhering tackily to Erica's fleshy spread pleats; it was turning me on, too. The brunette was slurping on Erica's cherry bud very excitedly. Erica was enjoying herself immensely."

The redhead slurped the cream filling of her bun.

"I spread the brunette's thighs just a bit more, taking in her coochie carpet. It was an appetising mossy mound, and was it hungry. She held my head with one of her hands guiding me, willing me deeper into her drenching, leaking self. She was saturated between her legs, flooded in self-pleasure and inundated by the delight dispensed by us three."

The redhead ran her finger through the cream filling of the remaining bun, edged on both sides by the bread, shaped like a vulva in Chas's hands; the cream like a glob of fem-cum; which she licked with her long extended tongue, her eyes then scanning the diner behind Bernard before ongoing with:

"The lady came up for air between Erica's still unsatisfied legs. Bethany, who had been tweaking the brunette's nipples and her really gorgeous now hanging love bubbles that were swinging slightly when unsupported by Beth. It was an elemental and raunchy sight. Fulsome, natural, unsupported breasts happy in themselves." 

Chas glanced past Bernard before continuing —

"Suddenly, that developing tart Beth really staggered me as she guided the woman's breast and pointy nipple to her own mouth. I took in that this was absolutely new territory for her. The complete absence of guilt or shame would have alarmed even you, Monsignor. It was randy, steamy and instinctive passion. The woman lost track of all three of us in the devastatingly powerful self-magnetism of intense cravingly satisfying, new self-pleasure."

Chas bit her bun to the last bite. 

"The wanton, hedonistic spirit in Erica lost control at this point, too, and she was masturbating at speed, taking in the voluptuous display of breast and nipple, being self-pleased by the brunette. Even I became my baser, profligate, wilder self and went straight for Erica's lustrous, shimmeringly viscous spread pleats of skin. She was way over the line and was cruising effortlessly to a shattering orgasm. While my tongue sucked her labia, she had her fingers circulating with intense speed around her engorged clit. Frig were her fingers moving fast."

Chas scoffed the last of her bun before adding:

"Bethany was on the bench next to her. Her white cotton tails to the side, and the brunette let out an 'ah' of appreciation when she saw our musician's delicate pink fairy wings resting against silky white shaved skin. She then curled her tongue tip around Beth's folds of Persian pink delight. Beth looked over, saw Erica's frenzied fingerwork on herself, and decided to copy it. It was a duplicated pleasure. It was a primal delight. It was insanely randy and ribald, dual mutual masturbation, Bernie."

Chas took a piece of gum from her blouse pocket.

"It was as close to identical orgasms as it's probably possible for two women to get. Fuck, it was awesome, Bernie; you would have appreciated it."

Unwrapping the gum, she said:

"Beth let it all out with a beautiful long sigh, like an extended sustained musical note, and then held it all under her fully flushed skin. Held it to herself, the bitch. Erica's breaths shortened at the same time, and then her face tensed in ecstatic rapture and intense contortion; she peaked with a splendid; 'Oh fucking God,' which caught us all by surprise, and basically, she was sated beyond satiation. It was the equivalent of a high jump world record. She had nowhere else to go.

It was then that the brunette realised what she looked like. She caught her reflection in the mirror, her fleshy jugs hanging over her bra. Her skirt hitched up around her waist, and her panties around her thighs. Her skin was sweaty and rosy. 

I saw her comprehend us three girls fully for the first time as we adjusted our uniforms while she tucked and buttoned her flesh away, too. She really didn't know what to make of us girls."

Chas was ready for her gum, which was in her mouth as she rounded off her tale.

"The lady said a polite thank you and handed me her card as she exited the toilets. I smirked and read it aloud to the other two: Madeline Scott, Principal, Assumption Girls College, Ashwood," said Chastity as she finished the story.

Bernard grinned, too, and ordered a second coffee. 

From the counter, while waiting, it was only now that Monsieur became aware of the downward fixated stare of two truckies at a table across the diner from the girls. 

Their gaze was focused under the table. 

What the fuck was Chastity playing at or, more to the point, playing with?

The fornicatress was exposing her girly bits under the table. 

Probably had been through most of her randy retelling. 

Bernard sidled up the counter towards the cashier and was positioned closer to see what the truckies could see from a distance. 

Her pink panties pushed deep into her slit so her lips were revealed on both sides of the cotton; her spinnaker poutish labial lip stretched out by her pinched fingers and her cute jib snugly awaiting its call to duty. 

Bernard changed his coffee to takeaway. 

Get these girls out of here.

"Time to get moving again — let's hit the road," said Bernard.

They were at the Range Rover. 

Bernard secured his coffee to cool as they hit the highway again. 

Everything seemed streamed-lined. 

Endless highway and everyone usefully occupied. 

Erica was in the front seat beside Bernard. She was listening to a self-motivational speaker. The true athlete's dedication to mental priming is also very handy for sexual nourishment. 

Chastity was reading aloud in French from Nabokov's — Lolita. 

Unlike Bernard, Bethany didn't have a clue as to the meaning but seemed happily engaged with something while listening to the redhead's sexy, lilting voice. 

Bernard adjusted the rear-view mirror. 

He should have known. 

Beth's fingers were coaxing and flirting with pussy inside Chastity's pink panties.

Bernard wound down the driver's window. 

It was now a fine, clear autumn afternoon. 

He lit up and rested his arm on the open ledge. 

God, life was good, and smoking wasn't banned in private vehicles just yet. 

He had a whole week of these delectable youthful treasures — life — the seasons of opportunity.

Bernard concentrated in the short term on the road ahead as he took another long, deep, satisfying drag of his unfiltered fag.