Other sisters started doing the same. Sister Beatrice hiked her habit up and sat on the altar corner, her fingers busy working in and out of her own hairy pussy. The dark curls were all matted with her wetness, and she moaned low, timing her thrusts with the sucks on my breasts.

Mother Superior came even closer. She took off her veil slow, letting her hair with gray streaks fall down around her face. For the first time that night, she touched me with her own hands. Her fingers replaced Isabel's on my right nipple, squeezing it until milk jetted out strong into her open palm. She rubbed the warm...