Chapter 23: BJ & Bonnie & Janey

Brother John returned late in the evening, three days later. By now he had recovered from his delightful though exhausting sessions with the pulchritudinous females and was ready for more of the same. After a night on the bus, however, he needed sleep so, without telling anyone he was back, he went to the empty gardener's cottage to sleep.

The gardener's cottage now had a special significance to the fifteen year old Bonny. This was where her cherry had been broken. Each night since then she had dreamed about the fabulous sensations she had experienced and, each morning, she had returned to the site of her defloration to relive the event. On the first two days she had sat on the edge of the bed and masturbated while she recalled the feeling of being fucked. This night, however, she had gone considerably further in her search for greater satisfaction.

Janey, like her friend Bonny, was fifteen years old and, like Bonny also, she was experiencing the frustrations of her budding but, in her case, unrealized sexuality. Physically she was quite different than her buxom friend. At five feet, ten inches, she was the tallest girl in the convent. She was, compared to her ripe-bodied friend; slim although when nude the already mature shape of her developing figure left no doubt that she was a woman.

Lying in her bed, Bonny had been frustratedly fingering her sleek, young pussy when she remembered how exciting her session with Sister Lisa had been. Not as memorable as the subsequent one with Brother John but much more satisfying than her solo efforts at achieving the total release she had gained from actually going all the way. Her mind wandered and soon she was remembering how her friend, Janey, had looked this night when she emerged naked from the shower.

Bonny had not yet confided in her friend about her initiation with either the nun or the friar. Perhaps, she thought, Janey would be willing to experiment with her. Or maybe she already had done things like that. With those thoughts in mind, the buxom teenager slipped quietly out of her bed and went to the one occupied by her friend.

"Psst ... Janey ... are you asleep?" she whispered as she sat on the edge of the narrow cot.

"Huh? Uh? Almost, Bonny. Whaddya want?" the girl replied somewhat crankily. In fact, she had been fingering her cunt as she relived an embellished version of her first and only sexual coupling. It had happened the week before she was sent to the convent when her older brother's friend had caught her alone in her bedroom. Believing that she was the only person in the house, she was lying naked on her bed as she masturbated. A year earlier she had been told by one of the older girls about how to achieve satisfaction that way and, since then, she had been doing it three or four times a week.

The eighteen year old boy was as inexperienced as she but, when he saw her lying with her long legs widespread and her eyes closed, he knew it was an incredible opportunity. His young cock was instantly erect and, without a thought, he dropped his track pants and threw himself atop the tall, young girl.

Janey was on the very edge of her climax when his weight came down on her. And then his hot, hard prick was pushing against the wet softness of her scantily furred vulva as, with thoughtless passion, he tried to enter the unknown recesses of a girl's body.

The whole thing lasted much less than a minute. He achieved his first objective as he plunged into her well lubricated, virgin vagina, his hard shaft tearing through her fragile hymen to be clasped in the hot, humid sheath. Janey's digital manipulations had taken her too far for the surprise and the brief, sharp pain to delay her climax. Her elastic channel clasped the intruding shaft with her orgasmic spasms and, overwhelmed by the delightful sensations, the equally inexperienced boy had ejaculated into the depths of the girl's young body.

Afterwards there had been recriminations and apologies although Janey's main but unspoken objection was that he'd stopped so soon. So, now, as she masturbated, she relived the feeling of penetration but, in her sex-occupied mind, it lasted through several climaxes.

"I wanta talk to yuh, Janey. I got somethin' to tell yuh." Bonny said. Let's sneak out to the cottage."

Wordlessly the girl got out from under the covers and the two of them, dressed in the modest, long, flannel nightgowns supplied by the convent, they went to the gardener's former abode.

"What're yuh gonna tell me, Bonny? Didja learn somethin' about the new priests?" the taller girl asked as she sat beside her buxom friend on the edge of the bed. The presence of the two men had been a topic of speculation for all of the schoolgirls and it was the first thing that came to Janey's mind. This was not really surprising since, until her friend had interrupted her, she was imagining the most intimate male- female conduct.

"Have yuh ever done it with a woman, Janey? Like? You know? Has any of the nuns got in bed with you?"

"With a woman? With a nun? My God, Bonny. Of course not! Whatever gave you that idea?

"Nancy done it to me." the plump teenager blurted out. "And I liked it, too. I thought, maybe? Like? Wouldja try with me, Janey? It's ... like? Wouldja, huh?" and Bonny slipped her hand under the hem of her friend's nightgown to caress her long, firm thigh.

Janey shuddered as Bonny's warm hand progressed upwards towards her already aroused pussy and, after a moment's hesitation, she replied, "But whaddya do? Like? How do two girls do it together?"

"Lie down, Janey. Lie down and I'll show yuh." Bonny said, breathlessly. The idea of being a teacher to her taller and, in some ways, more mature friend, giving an extra fillip to her already hotly burgeoning desire. "Take off your nightie and I will, too."

By the time Brother John arrived at the cottage, the girls had been experimenting for an hour or more. With female indefatigability, they had given each other several orgasms and Janey had confessed that she was no longer a virgin. "But it wasn't near as good as this." she added as she spread her long legs and drew Bonnie's face into the hot swamp of her adolescent vulva. "He din't hardly do nothin' 'cept put it in me and go off."

"I been fucked once too." Bonny said as she raised her juice- wet face from Janey's swollen lovenest. "Only it was better. Lots better. I thought he was gonna kill me, at first. His thing is really huge! I din't think he could get it all the way into me. But I took every bit of it and except at first it din't hardly hurt a'tall. And he din't do it quick, neither. He fucked me for the longest time."

"Who done it, Bonny? Who gotcha? Is that why they sent you here?" the long-legged nymph asked as she tried to pull the girl's head back to her throbbing pussy.

"It just happened, Janey. It wuz the monk who done me. You know. Brother John. And he done it to Nancy too. And I think he's doin' it to Sister Lisa." the teenager replied in breathless pride as she once more began to lick her friend's soft, wet vulva. "I wuz scairt at first coz he's so big, but he done it so slick that it din't hardly hurt a'tall. I'm hopin' he'll do me again when he gets back."

The subject of her hopes was standing in the doorway and heard every word. And, after three days of celibacy, the little scene on the bed brought him to a state of instant, throbbing readiness. He saw, in the moonlit room, that Bonnie's friend was one he had wondered about before. It looked like she was also ready for the same as Bonnie and he had little concern about his ability to handle the two youngsters.

On the long bus trip back the immoral friar had been nipping from a flask of brandy and, partly because of that, he did not consider carefully his next move. They wanted it. He wanted it. So, what was there to consider. But he was dirty. Quietly he slipped out of the cottage to the nearby swimming pool and, stripping naked, he performed hasty ablutions under the shower. Then, carrying his clothes, he returned to the cottage.

When he got back, the scene was slightly different. The taller girl was kneeling with her head down between Bonny's widespread legs, her firm, lush rump high in the air, her long thighs well parted as she applied her newly learned skills to satisfy her buxom friend.

As the big Monk walked quietly to the end of the bed, Bonny saw him. Her eyes widened in surprise but her gasp was indistinguishable from her panting cries of delight from her partner's newly skilled lips and tongue.

Brother John's organ had been tamed by the cold shower and at the moment it dangled limply from his hair-thatched groin. It looked like a smooth salami to the youngster on the bed, not the erect, thickly veined cucumber that had destroyed her innocence and introduced her to the salacious ecstasy of being fucked.

Bonny didn't know what to do. She wanted, more than ever, to sample the once-tried delights of the immoral monk's skilled services. But, what would Janey do? Would she let him fuck her too? Could he fuck both of them? And, even as she watched the man, she saw the limply swaying fleshtube swell and rise until it was projecting out and angled slightly upwards. Then, with lewd anticipation, she realized that he could fuck her friend while she knelt, vulnerable and exposed, as she was now.

Bonny's thought was exactly that of the young friar. He stood behind and close to the long-legged teenager who was sloppily slurping at her partner's pulpy pussy. Janey's own fat-lipped vulva projected slightly back from between her parted thighs, its almost lightly haired prominence glistening with her passion-juice. The plump, fleshy protuberance was split by the narrow crevice that hid her vaginal mouth and her clitoris.

The wordless conspiracy between the sex-hungry fifteen year old and the lustful, unprincipled friar took definite shape as Bonny reached between her partner's thighs and began to caress the sensitive labia. Janey compliantly spread her thighs wider apart to give her friend better access to her pulsating pussy and, with her two hands, Bonny parted the fleshy cuntlips to reveal the tiny, pink entry orifice and, above it, the projecting

whiteness of her partner's clitoris.

Silently, the man moved closer to the tall teenager's appealingly wide hips and his fingers replaced those of his accomplice. The kneeling teenager rotated her hips and pushed down against the teasing fingers.

"MMmmmphh ... phhhut yerr phhingerr innn..." she moaned without raising her head from Bonny's wet pussy-pudding. "Phhuutt it innn..." The cunt-muffled invitation could not have been more opportune for the horny monk whose throbbingly erect penis was only an inch away from the freely offered orifice. Carefully he placed the purple, peach-sized knob in the slot of the fifteen year old's pulpy, soft pussy and began to push into the delightfully tight opening.

"Mmmmmpphh ... mmmmppphhh? ... mmnonly one phhinngerrr..." Janey protested at the unexpected dilation of her once fucked cuntal entrance. "Mmmmoonnllyyy whuunnn..." she whined as the huge head of the monk's penis lodged within the narrow vestibule. And then, as her young loins were assailed by a mix of discomfort and tremendous pleasure, the kneeling girl looked back between her legs.

"OHMYGOD!" she cried out in consternation as she saw the two large, hairy balls outlined within their sac dangling between the creamy white columns of her vulnerably opened thighs. "OHNOOO! YOU CAN'T!", she exclaimed as she saw the mammoth treetrunk that connected her tortured, young twat to whoever was behind her. "NOT WITH THAT! IT'S TOO BIG!"

The tall teenager tried to twist away but her buxom partner and the unknown man both held her hips immobile with their hands and prevented the shocked girl from escaping the imminent penetration of her once-fucked vagina by the mammoth tool that threatened to invade her. And then, suddenly, the man withdrew.

"I'm sorry, my child," he said softly. "I thought you were ready for this. I shouldn't have surprised you so." and he walked around the bed to sit beside his frustrated, one-time fuckmate. "Do you want me to stay, Bonnie? Do you want your friend to leave while we have a little talk?"

"Oh yes, Brother John. Yes. I was afraid you were gone for good. Why don't you go back now, Janey. I'll be along after a while. And promise you won't tell anyone?"

Until then, Janey had felt superior to her equally young friend. She had thought that Bonny was innocent, at least as far as men went. She had not believed her story of being fucked by the monk and, because she herself had been fucked by a guy, no matter that it had been mainly frustrating, she believed she was more worldly and knowledgeable than her short, buxom confidante. Now, suddenly, she knew that Bonny had been fucked. Maybe even many times. And she must have taken this man's incredibly huge penis inside.

"I don't wanta leave without you, Bonny. I won't listen. You guys can talk and I'll wait." she said.

"I dunno, Janey? Like? Maybe we'll do more than talk? Is that right, Brother John? Do yuh think we oughta let her stay?"

The monk's hands caressed Bonny's plump belly and dipped between her thighs as the adolescent minx spread her short legs and tilted her broad hips up to his cunt-cupping hand. "Well? I guess it'll be alright? But we may shock you, young lady. I've tried to teach Bonny that God's way is not the way you two have been behaving. Perhaps if you see how God intends you to behave you will not be tempted into the ways of Sodom."

Janey had real doubts about that. Her session with her friend had been far more exciting and satisfying than the brief encounter with her brother's friend. "Oh, I ain't gonna be shocked. I done it before ... I mean, with a guy ... Lotsa times..." she added as she bravely tried to make him believe she was extensively experienced. And besides, she still had difficulty believing that her short, buxom friend could really take that impossibly huge cock into her stubby body.

"I bet it wasn't as good as with him." Bonny said, disappointed that her friend might be more experienced that she. And she reached to the naked monk's lap to grasp his now erect pole with both hands.

"C'mon, sir. Get on me. It ain't near as good with a girl as ... you know. It's like yuh tole me, Brother John. God's way is the best."

The horny monk quickly mounted the buxom fifteen year old's body and, although she had only done it once before in her young life, she guided the mammoth prick to her juicy twat. Despite her apparent alacrity, she was apprehensive. She had taken that huge cock completely inside when he broke her cherry so she knew she could handle it but as she tensed for the repeat performance, it was only the presence of the other girl that caused her to lay so openly vulnerable to penetration.

The tall fifteen year old spectator tried to appear blasé as she watched the lewd scene unfolding before her. She stood a few feet away from the bed, at first, but when she saw that they were paying no attention to her, she moved closer and dropped to her knees so that, in the dim moonlight, she could see better. Her friend's pussy, like her own, was fully pubescent although, in brighter light, the downy precursor of pubic hair would have been visible. Her friend's cuntlips were, like the rest of her body, short and fat. As the bulbous tip of the monk's weapon pressed against the shiny, wet labia, the soft fleshy folds parted easily and slowly it slid between. She glanced at her friend and saw her eyes clench shut as she braced for her impalement and, looking again at the monstrous pole, she saw it sink into the girl's fat body.

The monk knew that Janey was watching closely and he wondered if she was a virgin like Bonny had been. As the young girl's vaginal mouth expanded elastically to surround his dong, he relished the tight clasp. She was hot and wet but he knew that she was not yet accustomed to being entered so he took as much care as if she had been still virgin. He advanced slowly with short strokes, each succeeding one going a bit deeper than the previous. He saw the apprehensive expression on her pretty face and noted how she strained her short legs wider apart as if to relieve the pressure from his cunt-stretching tool.