Father Vincent stopped dead in his tracks. Marilyn by now had allowed her legs to fall about 9 inches apart, with her arms propping her shoulders, a dark flower loose in her hand. Her lower lip pouted as she spoke, "Have you come to look at my flower, Father? Would you like to smell it, it is lovely...smells like chocolate, I think it is called chocolate Cosmos."
Vincent suddenly felt faint...something was happening and it all felt vaguely like a film set, which of course, it was...he couldn't help but notice Marilyn was wearing lilac knickers and a narrow sliver of wetness was clearly visible disappearing into the crevice of her bottom.
Jennifer meanwhile had boldly picked up the camera and with some skill was recording every movement. Her other hand was buried in her lap, knuckles pressing firmly into her mound. Her face, neck and arms glowed pink, her breasts heaving with the thrill of it all as she aimed the camera, zoomed and focussed into the centre of Jennifer's plump and petulant fanny, alternating to the highly visible bulge poking from within Vincent's trousers.
Vincent was only a metre away from Marilyn and unbelievably facing towards Jen', to whom he seemed oblivious....Marilyn's legs fell further apart as she spoke..."I have got something to show you Father, a picture I took earlier, would you like to see it?"
Mar' winked and beckoned to Jen to bring the camera over, who switched back to auto mode, smiled at Father Vincent and handed it to Mar' she then settled back into her seat to watch.
He looked at the image of the still shot from the car...Jen had zoomed to Marilyn's legs spread even further apart than they were now, coupled with the lewdest seductive expression, she had taken the trouble to slide her wet, pink tongue half an inch from her mouth. The whole effect embodied her unabashed lust.
Marilyn switched settings and began to run the video...Vincent seemed totally unaware of the erection he was sporting a few inches from Marilyn's face. He watched in horror as he looked at the little screen, unable to believe his eyes...it looked like he was propositioning her....
"I don't really want much, Father Vincent, I just want to give you some pleasure...no-one will ever know...her hand had dropped so her fingers were draped in front of her rapidly growing damp patch as she switched off the film....She waggled it at Jen to look after as she slid a finger inside her knickers.
Vincent stood comatose, blinded by his predicament, unspoken blackmail rendering him static as Marilyn placed her other hand on his bulge and began gently stroking him, fingers simultaneously fondling her tumescent clitoris. She reached and tugged his zipper down.
Sister Mary was now oozing juice onto her fingers in her lofty perch and down below, Jennifer was seriously thinking about it as she absent-mindedly tweaked and squeezed her own nipple...she had second guessed what Marilyn would do today, but hadn't quite allowed for the impending flow of electric sex across the courtyard. She had never felt so aroused and feeling very secure in this little theatre of lust, she opened her legs and began to fondle herself.
Marilyn now had both hands around Vincent's muscle and was moving it up and down...it was so slippery and warm in her hands, pulsing like a little animal as she wanked him till the bulbous head peeked out from his foreskin...she leaned her head towards him and sipped the tip of its creamy glaze...three or four laps later, she slid her mouth halfway down, her saliva trickling along until it disappeared below his balls.
Mary could stand it no more, she wanted to get closer...this was too good to miss...she picked up her camera, switched it on and headed for the stair...the portico window would be perfect...she almost ran from the room in her bare feet and turned into the corridor...just as she passed Christine's door, a movement compelled her to stop. The door was ajar; she looked around it to see her chambermaid sprawled wantonly in a chair by the window, furiously sliding what looked like a courgette in and out of her visibly oily fanny, wearing only a maroon slip and knickers, her face dripping with perspiration.
With camera rolling, Mary crept closer and closer, Christine's eyes were closed tight, her mouth half open, muttering something in Portuguese. "Mmmmeoowww Eu quero sugá-la, eu quero sugá-lo demasiado e eu quero-os ambos sugar-me."
She almost jumped out of her skin as Mary switched the camera off and spoke, "I think we should have a chat about this later, Christine, but I don't want you to be afraid, lots of young girls do that." She reached forward, cupped her breast, leant towards her and kissed her fully on the mouth, the tip of her tongue just snaking inside. Christine almost fainted and slumped in her chair as Mary left the room.
By now, Vincent had completely lost the plot and just stood trembling as Marilyn slurped and sucked him, her eyes rolling in her head...she was fast approaching a climax, but desperately wanted Vincent to cum first, then she noticed Jennifer from the corner of her eye...she had quietly moved towards them and was seated on the ground within a yard of them with the camera once more in action.
Vincent became aware of her and turned helplessly, with pleading eyes, only to see another part of the nightmare. Jennifer's legs were open too, her sticky wet fingers stroking her pretty white satin undies and sheer stockings making an impossibly erotic scene. Jen kept the camera rolling as she got onto all fours and crawled towards them, a rather filthy smile playing around her lips. She sat herself close to Marilyn and moved her head in close....Mar' turned, drew her mouth from the swollen cock and smiled at her friend, "Share some of this lovely warm cock with me, honey." She took the camera from her hand and aimed it carefully as Jen's lips encircled the head....
"Mmm this is so good, Jen', cup his balls for me."
Jen' wallowed her mouth up and down, milking the lovely firm muscle for all she was worth..Marilyn moved her mouth closer until both their mouths were taking it in turn to wank and suck the poor Father until his breathing began to hasten, his face glowing, legs shaking as his climax rushed to meet them.
Jen felt Marilyn's hand stroke along her thigh and between her legs to stroke her fondling hand...she reached across to mirror her and felt her honeyed fingers pulled inside...both girls were a hairsbreadth from orgasm as Father Vincent suddenly shot a stream of warm milky spunk straight at them. It hit Jennifer on her eyelid and cheek and splashed across to land squarely on Marilyn's mouth. The second jet followed seconds later, the spasm sent it dead centre of Jennifer's throat to trickle down her cleavage and disappear into her brassiere. Droplets flew everywhere...Father Vincent sank to his knees and rolled onto the stone slabs, his cock standing incongruously proud of the black priestclothes.
Marilyn and Jennifer's ministrations brought both to orgasm a moment later, yelping and moaning, they bucked and jerked their bodies then collapsed in a heap on their seat. Jen turned to Mar and stroked her cheek, wiped a trace of milky fluid from her mouth and kissed her lips like a child.
Mary, meanwhile, was now on her second orgasm and stifled her gasps as the rush of blood coursed through her body once again. Her first had come when both girls had run their mouths along either side of Vincent's cock. The second began as the two girls kissed. The camera battery had died five minutes previously, but she had more than enough footage for her purpose. Her thoughts turned to Christine, aloft in her bedroom, who despite her earlier fright was gleefully hitting her own second coming by courtesy of the perfect stalk of courgette.
Marilyn spoke first, "What happens now, Jen?"
"We've got flowers to arrange, bonny lass...a quick wash and we can get cracking...are you coming Father Vincent?"
Vincent didn't know if he was coming or going and followed dejectedly, tucking his shrinking member back in its rightful place, shaking his head in defeat at his predicament, he knew that if Father O' Flynn the Parish priest ever saw that video, his work as a priest was finished forever. He felt helpless as he watched the two girls wiggling their bottoms as they entered the Sacristy, covered their heads with little handkerchiefs and behaving as if nothing had happened. He waved in the direction of the flowers..."Everything you need is there, ladies...I will come over if you need me."
The girls giggled at the weak joke and busied themselves with the vases and blooms.
Sister Mary took the stairs two at a time and stopped at Christine's door, she pushed it open, Christine was nowhere to be seen, then she heard the sound of the shower.... She tiptoed into the bathroom to see Christine's naked form behind the Perspex door....
