Slaps On the Right & Left

My birthday is in two days, on Sunday, today is Friday.

All students are free to do whatever they want, or to do nothing at all and just stay in their room if they want during weekends. Our classes are only from Monday to Friday, but our classes go from 8 am to 11 am, then from 1 pm to 7 pm, as from 6 to 7 am is breakfast, lunch is at 12 pm, and dinner is from 8 to 9 pm. It's against the rules to miss classes if you're not sick or dying or under punishment, it's against the rules to be in the dorms during classes, it's against the rules to lock the doors of the dorms, it's also against the rules to have kind of sexual interaction with anybody even just a kiss, if you're caught, you're punished.

There are always countless nuns and Priestesses in the girls' dorms to make sure everything is going accordingly.

So, Bella's brilliant idea for her to go to Priest Ivo and for me to be sent to Dante was for us to skip the penultimate and last classes on Friday, then to go to our dorm, lock the door, and make out. Not just kiss like before, since we've kissed a couple of times, but to fuck, and wait until the nuns or the Priestesses came to us, because they always check my dorm thrice.

You could say I traumatized them, both the staff and the students.

In a way to try make us stay the weekend, her with Ivo and me with Dante, in the name of being punished, because she thinks he won't stay still if he hears I was fucking a girl, fucking my roommate and best friend, since I was never caught making out with girls. Since no one would suspect any of the two of us being locked up for the weekends being punished, given our troublemaker history here in Scarlatti. Mine even worse than hers.

Like Daniella and Sibilla said, I am the only one to meet the Priest.

So, I said yes, because why not? I don't feel anything like that for her and she doesn't for me either, but we have good chemistry, we make out well when we're alone and bored, and it would get us where we want. With our Priests, doing the unholiest of the things possible, and sinning.

Having sex with my best friend was definitely better than attending two consecutive religion classes, that's for sure. Especially when Priestess Aida Iademarco is the most boring Priestess in Scarlatti. Her weird voice gives me an ick, and she clearly hates teaching, that definitely shows in all the cells of her fucking body. In fact, I thinks she's as sociopath who hates not just teaching, but being a Priestess, the rules, and all the kids in here.

To my utter dismay, the witch likes me. How unsettling.

I always top her classes, but I hate it regardless. So, I was more than on board with skipping her boring-ass classes.

And that's what we did as soon as advanced physics ended, we left to our dorm running. Her physics classes are my all time favorite, Priestess Livia Castiglione is an absolute genius, one of the few professors I actually respect in here, she also likes me for that. She's also from nonno's time, though she was two years his junior. Also friends with him and Ivo, also a previous student here in Scarlatti, also a repenting delinquent.

That might be why she likes me, she sees a bit of herself in me.

Giggling excitedly, we ran through the gothic halls of the castle, to our dorm, hands intertwined to help each other go faster, passing by nuns spread over the hallways doing whatever and probably cursing me for being a troublemaker when they saw that I was the one running to the dorms with a girl when I should be in class.

As soon as we got to our dorm, I locked the door, we threw our bags on the ground and I grabbed her by her neck, got on my toes given how she's about 13 centimeters taller than me, being 1.80m whereas I'm 1.67m, kissing her and not wasting another second, knowing they would probably be at our door soon. Bella held my face with both her hands and kissed me back, adding her tongue and grabbing mine to join our unholy dance.

Quickly getting rid of our button-down white shirts and black plissé high-waist skirts that go to half of our thighs, and of our shoes, she grabbed me up by my thighs, making me lace my legs around hers and pressed me against the wall near our door, all while I unbuttoned our bras, freeing my wide tits that are almost thrice the size of my small hands and her smaller breasts that are perfectly hand-sized for me. So, as she deepened her grip in my soft ass, I played with her nipples, making her moan against my lips.

Bella turned me to her bed and threw me on it, getting rid of her socks and panties as I did the same, needing to feel naked as I need to breath. Our eyes locked, drunk in lust, both smiling mischievously, as she came above me. Lacing my legs around her, I pinned her down and came over her, since she's a bottom and I'm versatile, and we kissed one more time, before I broke it, widened her legs and interlocked them with mine like a piece of jigsaw, making our burning wet pussies press against each other, which got a moan from both of us.

She grabbed my arms to steady herself and I did the same, then I moved, forcing my pussy to press against hers even more, making a very delicious friction that got us both crying with pleasure, and moaning each other's names. Nothing that couldn't strengthen our friendship more. And as soon she began to move harder against me, a loud bang came from our door, and we shared a mischievous grin, moaning louder at the same time, and doing our best not to fucking crack laughing.

And we kept pressing our pussies against one another and moaning, until the door burst out open and three women that absolutely hate me came inside, exactly as we wanted. Nun Bernadetta Rubino, nun Adelia Marchini and Priestess Isabella Ardizzone, which I like to call madden, mother, and the crone respectively, after the tale of the three witches. As soon as they came inside, screaming in shock, we jumped away from each, covering our bodies with the blanket, as we planned, making sure to look startled.

We didn't imagine nun Adelia would faint though. Poor straight woman, she must be shocked.

Priestess Isabella instantly grabbed the younger nun, Bernadetta, and covered her eyes with her hands, killing me with her glare, or so she wanted because that ain't scary at all. "Get dressed, you two," she yelled. "This will not go unpunished," then she turned her glare to me again. "You don't learn, do you, Donatella Franceschini? You are asking for the Priest to punish you again, you've barely arrived and you're already sinning? Will you ever fucking learn?"

"I did nothing wrong," I yelled back, doing my best not to laugh.

"You're the worse sinner I've ever met," she hissed.

"Is loving a sin?" I countered annoyed.

"Another women? Yes!" She yelled. "You need the bible."

"I need no such thing," I scoffed.

"You do. You need punishment. Severe punishment," she hissed. "You are a lost case, Franceschini. A lost fucking case."

"You shouldn't curse, Priestess," nun Bernadetta growled.

"It's hard not to curse this little sinful whore," she yelled at me. "It is what you are, Donatella Franceschini, a whore. A sinful slut."

Stepping away from the Priestess, Bernadetta freed her sight and glared at me, "You've got to be a psychopath to keep going around doing what you do, knowing you will get punished, not expelled, Franceschini."

"Are you done, miss Prude?" I mocked, standing up, covered with one of the two blankets that were in Bella's bed. "You must be really sad, uh? How pitiful must your life be? You're 23 years old, and have never even gotten laid, you never tasted a pussy, or a good cock inside your ass," her eyes widened in dismay but her entire face blushed. "You are hot, you could easily get laid with one of the seniors, lots of them definitely honor you when they are beating up their cocks. You should have a taste before judging me for liking sexual intercourse so,"

SLAP.

I heard the Priestess' slap before I felt it burn my left cheek hard. "You have quite the heavy hand, for an old witch," I mocked holding on my anger, and desire to slap her back. "Though I do prefer being slapped on my ass instead," I provoked.

Her face turned red with anger and she slapped my right cheek. And unable to hold it, I slapped her left cheek back while holding the blanket over me with my left hand. "You bitch!" She grabbed me by my hair.

"How do you like that, uh?" I mocked, now holding her wrist that was holding my hair, with my hand, in a tight grip. "Yank my hair and I'm gonna yank yours back," I warned her.

"How could you… how could you say that to me?" The nun finally spoke again, even redder than when I provoked her. "I would never be with a women. I'm not that much of a,"

Pushing the Priestess away from me and to where Bella was, I went to the nun, grabbed her by her cheeks and slammed my lips on her, gaining a mocking gasp from Bella and a horrified gasp from the Priestess. "There you go, you've got a taste, now you can tell if you like girls or not. And,"

The nun slapped my left cheek really fucking hard and ran out of our door crying, and the Priestess came and slapped my right cheek again, "You monster!" She yelled and grabbing the nun that fainted, she left our dorm, "I'll make sure the Priest tortures you for a week for this, you're done. I hope he fucking kills you in the process!"

As soon as they left, I turned to Bella who had a hand covering her mouth, she looked at me and we both burst out laughing, folding with it.