Picnic in the Woods

"What....but....how?" Margaret stammered, confused. She didn't even feel the moisture on her legs and her previously swampy pussy was dry as a bone.

"You sure you're okay, Sister Margaret?" Louise said again, standing up before her potentially hurt friend. Her arm extended down courteously, offering help to the fallen Nun. Margaret took it and stood up.

"Yeah, I think I'm fine," Margaret said. "Thanks," she added quietly. Her eyes caught Sister Louise's, and instead of seeing a look of concern, she saw the smiling silver eyes of the Nymph.

"You!" she half-shouted. "You tricked me!"

"No, I offered to help you," Louise's voice came from the Nymph. She giggled again. "This is the body you really want, the body of your one of your Sisters. Take it and free yourself from your desire for her, do to me what you want to do with her, let me make you feel things you've never even imagined and only tasted of the merest bite," the Nymph coaxed, still not changing from Louise's body.

"No, I can't....I...." Margaret stammered, the fires in her body becoming infernos of heat before she even knew what hit her.

"Yes, you can, and you will," the Nymph said with a smile as she bent forward and kissed Sister Margaret with a perfect copy of Louise's soft, warm lips.

****

"I'd lick and kiss your pussy in front of Sister Margaret to shut her up," Louise said playfully, splashing a little water at her friend. Catherine figured, and secretly hoped, that's what she was talking about, but wanted to hear it. Besides, hearing her friend say it was so much more exciting that only thinking it; it gave her a warm feeling of security inside and it made her skin tingle in the places she wanted to be touched.

"You would?" Sister Catherine said in mock surprise. She forced a blush and smiled coyly. "Only to shut up Sister Margaret, or did you have something else in mind?"

"Well Cath," Louise said, smiling like a Cheshire cat, "I'd like to anyway. You've never been with anyone, have you...I mean, not like someone else. I know you finger that wet little cunt of yours almost every night..."

"Ooooh Lou, I love it when you talk dirty. Keep doing it," Catherine said, almost feeling Louise's tongue lapping at her pussy already.

"You want to hear it, don't you, Cath. You are a dirty little twat, aren't you. You want to be eaten, licked, sucked, and fucked by your own friend! You, a Sister of St. Catherine's! And you want it from another Sister! You kinky little nun-pussy eating bitch!" Louise kept feeling herself getting hotter as she continued. She was only expressing her own wanton lust, knowing that it was paralleled, if not surpassed, by the virgin before her. She could feel her own sex seeming to move on its own in the water, her lips separating and the water caressing her drenched pussy like a lover's hand.

"What are you two talking about?" Mary asked, having heard every word.

"I'm talking about carrying this horny nun up to the shore and eating her pussy out before Sister Margaret. Sound like fun, Mare?" Louise said, watching Catherine shiver as she considered the possibilities. Mary and Louise laughed.

"I'd love to, but you know full well I only eat shaved cunt," Mary said. Her words shocked Catherine wonderfully; she hadn't ever heard Mary say a mean word or cuss in her whole time at the convent, and it only excited her more.

"Looks like she's about to get off on us just talking about licking her little brown box. What do you think, Mary, should we keep teasing her, or should we..." Louise started, but was interrupted by a feeling in her own super-heating pussy. She swore she could feel a finger enter her and start stroking her g-spot with reckless abandon. She started to almost convulse in the water a split second before Catherine began as well.

"Oh my God!" screamed Louise, her voice echoing off the trees on the shore. She'd never felt anything like this: the perfect finger. It was soft, firm and yet yielding, and there was no nail; it was inches of pleasuring goodness, and she could only hope that her friend was having the same orgasm as she was. Their bodies rushed together, and they both came again with the touch their breasts and rock hard nipples against each other's and the contact of Catherine's thick bush against Louise's bare mound. They could both feel each other's pussies being manipulated, the motion rubbing their erect clits together, making a third powerful orgasm bring them to even higher sexual pleasure.

Mary stared on in amazement for only a second before what felt like a pair of lips made of water latched onto her clit and she froze in orgasm, unable to scream, unable to move. She felt unseen fingers pet her coppery pubes and those lips, oh, those delightful lips kept sucking on her clit as she felt her pussy lips separate further with the invasion of an unseen intruder deep into her pink cavern.

The three girls were cuming almost continuously, and then it just stopped. No watery lips, no fingers, no intrusions into their heated depths. They stood in the water, shaking and panting, Louise the first to find enough strength of body and mind to speak.

"What...in the...name of...oh my God...was that?" she managed between deep panting breaths. She could still feel her pussy trying to contract around whatever was inside her, and she was deeply wanting it to return.

"Oh my God," Mary said, regaining her breath as well, "Look at the shore." She pointed, two sets of eyes followed them to a spot 100 feet from the picnic basket, and all three eyes grew wider as they took in the scene.

***

The kiss was electric. Sister Margaret felt a warmth and a tingle start from the base of her curling toes spread delightfully slowly up her legs, engulf her soaked pussy, and then roll upward to her nipples before turning into a fuzzy lust in her brain. The world turned upside down. Sister Margaret felt hands on her; she couldn't count, she didn't care to count, but it felt like more than two. The same electric warmth shot from them to her breasts and to the sensitive spots deep inside her cunt, making her cum and shiver uncontrollably.

"This is what you want, isn't it," another voice said. It sounded familiar to Margaret, but the lust her body was oozing fogged her brain. It took an eternity of touching, groping, and kissing before she forced her eyes open and saw Sister Mary standing there, the curls of her red hair gone from swimming in the lake. Sister Mary licked her lips slowly and then stared into the eyes of Sister Margaret. They were not Sister Mary's eyes, but gold irises that stared back, filling her body with even more wanton desire. Her eyes fell and saw the nymph that had taken on Lou's form kissing softly down the chest of the Nymph under the guise of Sister Mary, her tongue snaking out longer than any human tongue possibly could, circling her erect nipples.

"Ooh," Mary moaned, her voice a perfect match. "I think she likes that, what do you think, Sister?" The voice was starting to fade to a slutty, lust-filled huskiness, and Margaret could smell the already strong and unmistakable scent of pussy almost double. It had never turned Margaret on before, but just the smell made her body tremble in micro-orgasm and she fell. Blackness overtook Sister Margaret.

"Oh, I think we broke her," Mary's clone said, sounding disappointed.

"That's okay, Sisters, there's more," a clone of Sister Catherine said, licking her lips. "And Sisters, do they ever taste fine." Lou's and Mary's Nymphs stopped what they were doing and stood up, posing for the girls looking at them in the water, their lust practically steaming from their every pore.

**

"Lou, what the hell?" Mary said, barely catching her breath.

"I think we're in trouble," Catherine said, huddling close to the other two. They were all suddenly aware of how cold their skin was as the water evaporated from it and how uncomfortable they all were. Their body heat warmed each other, and rekindled their embers of lust.

"What happened to Sister Margaret?" Lou demanded, the other two taking position behind her in the water. Her voice was determined, but still shaking from the little orgasms still lacing through her body.

"She couldn't handle us, Sister Louise, we're just too much for her," Lou's clone giggled. The other two tittered behind her, taking positions in mock of the two nuns huddling behind Lou.

"Why do you look like us?" Mary blurted out, almost all in one word.

"Because it's what she wanted," Mary's double blurted out, mocking her further.

"You never realized?" Lou's look-alike said, taunting them. "You never realized she wanted to eat all three of you cunts?" The three Nuns looked shocked, all of them subconsciously shaking their heads. Lou's double walked toward the water. "Oh, she did alright. I took your form, Lou, and she almost came on the spot. You should have seen the juice leaking from her slutty nun cunt." Lou's double hit the water, her legs not splashing as she walked toward them. "You want her, too, don't you Louise. You wanted to eat that black bushed cunt of hers, make her cum, and feel her pussy juice drip off your face like honey." It wasn't a question. Lou could only nod in response.

"Maybe I should give that to you then," Lou's double said, her body shifting quickly to mimic Sister Margaret. "Is this better?" she asked, her voice a fading mixture of Lou's and a strengthening addition of Margaret's. "Is this the cunt you want to fuck, Lou, you whore?" Lou could only nod.

"Then ask, Lou. Ask to suck the juice from my leaking pussy and you shall have it," the Nymph said, raising a leg out of the water, spreading her already glistening pink folds, parting the thick, untamed, black bush like a slice of heaven.

It wasn't heaven Lou was interested at the time, it was pussy; wet, succulent pussy glistening in the mid-day sun and over flowing with sweet nectar. She could feel those teasing water invading her pussy once more, sliding in and out of her, the current swirling around her clit, slowly massaging it, caressing it, and teasing it. There was no urgency or love in the motions, only a long slow lust of pleasure fucking a complete stranger on a beach. Sister Louise's mouth went dry. She found her knees wanting to move, but her feet spread only farther apart, letting the water molest her as the Nymph in the guise of Sister Margaret stepped ever closer, her hips swinging sexily, giving little glimpses of day light between her thighs. The ridge of her clit was clearly visible in those momentary flashes, her dew already forming drops on her lips.

"Why haven't you asked, Louise? Is this not what you wanted?" the Nymph said, stopping just out of Lou's reach. "Maybe you need further encouragement?" the Nymph said with Margaret's voice. Lou braced herself for the ministrations on her pussy to increase dramatically but she felt nothing. She realized that she had clenched her eyes tight, and she slowly forced them open. The sight before her was one she never expected to see; the Nymph had turned back into a copy of Louise.

"Maybe this is what you want. Your mind is so hard to read, but maybe you're the type that has always wanted to fuck yourself," the Nymph said, taking another step closer. The watery intruder in her pussy throbbed thicker and rougher, stretching her twat and lighting up her pleasure centers like electric velvet. Lou shuddered, barely able to hold herself up, her knees had turned to jelly and every muscle in her body was shivering with the sensations she was receiving.

"Oh my God," she croaked out, her voice quiet and hoarse.

"God has nothing to do with us," came a voice from behind the Nymph in front of Sister Louise. Louise tore her gaze away from the Nymph in front of her, her eyes moving slowly, matching speed with the fuzzy fog filling her brain. She saw the other two Nymphs, one in the guise of Sister Catherine, the other an exact match for Sister Mary.

"Oh...oh my God," Lou moaned out again, her voice gaining strength as her massive orgasm built up inside her. The Nymph before Lou just laughed, each boiling giggling cackle made Lou's pussy spasm harder, trying to grip the watery cock that was now pistoning in her pussy. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck! Oh fuck me!" Lou panted, unable to do anything but stand. Her eyes clamped shut and her whole body shook harder, her tits bouncing with the recoil of her body in the mid-afternoon sun.

"No, Sister Louise, fuck you," the Nymph before Lou said, stepping forward and kissing Lou softly on the lips while her orgasm sped to places of pleasure Louise had never been to before.

*

Sister Louise came to, she had no idea how much time had passed, but she saw the sun licking the top of the towering pines along the ridge of the convent and she knew it was getting close to supper time. She rolled her head the other direction, the warm numbness of post-colital bliss still washing over her in waves and making her shiver and shudder deliciously. Her tired, lazy eyes refused to focus for a few seconds on the new visage before her eyes. On her left, was Sister Margaret, still passed out on the beach. Lou turned her head and looked back toward the lake and saw the redheaded Sister Mary and Sister Catherine lazily enjoying each other's bodies, each standing in chest-deep water, there chests rubbing lightly together, each licking and sucking on the other's lips.

Louise tried to stand, but her over-used twat was still fluttering and each attempt made her body shiver and gave her a micro orgasm. She was rapidly approaching the point of over-stimulation and her pussy was almost starting to hurt. It was a slow, delirious, delicious hurt, but her pussy was begging to be left alone, nonetheless. She managed to roll over able to look at the sensuous scene in the lake a little better.

"Hey, you two," Lou said, her voice tired, but loud enough to echo across the lake. Mary broke the kiss first and started walking in toward shore. Catherine followed quickly. Mary giggled and looked back and sped up, Catherine met her jog and soon it was a race to the beach. They were laughing as they fell down next to Lou, Mary by her face and Catherine by her feet. Mary rolled up and knelt, her spreading pussy splitting her coppery fur was not a sight that was lost on Lou.

"What happened?" Lou asked, her eyes wrenching themselves slowly from Mary's pussy.

"Well, you were eating your own pussy for a while, Lou," Catherine said, her fingertips teasing slow circles around Lou's ankle. "Then you passed out, the Nymphs carried you to shore and put you here. After that they said they had what they wanted and they left. They said you and Margaret would be awake soon and Mary and I have been exploring each other since," Catherine continued, her finger tips drifting lazily up Louise's calf to her knee, still teasing in slow circles.

"I'd never even heard of anyone cuming as hard as you did, Lou," Mary said, looking her friend in the eyes. Lou noticed for the first time that her eyes had shifted from their normal green to a brilliant gold. Instantly afraid, she looked Catherine in the eyes; they had shifted from brown to platinum.

Panic shook Lou out of horniness and she scampered backward and away from her two Sisters.

"Lou!" Mary shouted in surprise. "We know about our eyes, it's a side effect from being fucked by a Nymph. They should return to their normal colors in a few days." Lou's chest was heaving, her eyes wide, and it looked like she wanted to bolt into the woods, but Mary was a good friend and she knew her friends better than anyone else on Earth. She calmed down some and forced herself to her feet.

"We'd better get back to St. Catherine's. It'll be supper time soon and then time for evening prayers," Lou said, walking back to her discarded clothing up the beach. "Wake up Margaret," she commanded. She heard them trying to rouse their sister and then she heard Margaret moan back to reality. Mary and Catherine were right behind Lou after a few seconds. Margaret stumbled up the beach to the sisters just as they were straightening their habits.

"I don't think we should ever speak of this," Margaret said softly, unable to look her fellow Sisters in the eyes. She slowly pulled her clothes back on and they walked up to the Convent. Margaret was falling behind and Louise noticed before the other two that their elder sister was lagging, kicking rocks from the road into the woods, and overly distracted.

"Margaret, we don't ever need to talk about what happened," Louise said softly after Margaret had caught up to her. Sister Margaret shifted her gaze to Louise's face and Louise stared deeply into her dark brown eyes.

"But, I think..."Margaret started. Lou placed a finger to her lips and cut her off. She shook her head and Margaret nodded. She started shuffling off after the other two sisters. Lou waited a second or two before following, looking for something, her eyes darting along the forest floor and along the road. Her eyes locked onto what she was looking for and she shot off into the woods, jumping over fallen logs and dodging around trees and bushes with the agility of a jungle cat.

Lou bent over, looking into the still surface of a forest pond. Her reflection was clearly seen in the dying light of the sun, the pond looking like silver from the road. Louise took a deep breath and looked onto the still surface of the pond.

Her face looked back at her, her black hair messy and full of sand from the beach, her face flushed, her lips pale, and her eyes, still their natural light brown. Sister Mary's words echoed in her mind, "They should return to their normal colors in a few days..."

Sister Louise felt panicked. She felt afraid, and she felt the danger of letting two Nymphs into the Convent. She was concerned for her Sisters, for any visitors, and for the lives of any men who came to St. Catherine's. More than any of that, she felt horny. Lou felt her abused pussy juice up deliciously, the heat spreading from her belly to her twat and breasts, tingling as it ebbed through her body.

Sister Louise smiled devilishly, stood up, and caught up to her friends, both old and new, and they walked along the road to St. Catherine's, each of them enjoying the view as the sun set behind the ancient walls and forest before them.