Marienschnee Pt. 02

This is a story that will be in 5 parts. The whole story is finished, it is not yet translated to English. I hope you enjoy.

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The story so far...

Twenty years ago, the sisters of Marienschnee found a newborn boy on their doorstep. They named him Toni, and he became the convent's best-kept secret. Then one winter night, another secret began to take shape. Magdalena and Veronika found themselves crossing a line neither expected to cross--and Cecilia was about to be drawn into it.

And now...

***

The next night, things move faster than they had anticipated.

Cecilia is sleeping on her side in front of Toni. During the night, she has slid backward toward him--centimeter by centimeter--until her slender back is pressed tight against his chest. He is still fast asleep. One arm rests heavily across her waist, his hand mere centimeters from her breasts.

Magdalena is the first to notice the change. Lying awake on the other side, she hears Toni's breathing grow heavier and faster. Veronika opens her eyes a moment later. Neither of them says a word.

He is already rock-hard when Cecilia moves even closer to him in her sleep. At first, he merely shifts slightly toward her--a slow, searching movement that could just as easily have been an attempt to find a more comfortable position. His stiff cock presses against her backside through the thin fabric. Cecilia responds in her sleep by pushing her slender buttocks back against him, rubbing slowly against the hard length.

Magdalena feels Veronika's hand clamp tightly around her wrist in the darkness. They wait.

Toni moves again. This time, more decisively. His cock slides down between her thighs. Cecilia lets out a deep, unconscious sigh and parts her slender legs slightly in her sleep. Neither of them wakes up. The head of his cock finds her pussy--already moist from the unconscious arousal of sleep--and presses against it. The rhythm begins almost imperceptibly. A short thrust. Stillness. Another, slightly deeper.

Then, their sleeping bodies truly find one another. Cecilia gasps sharply as he enters her. Her face tenses for a moment as his thick cock stretches her, but her eyes remain closed. Toni pauses, as if her tight warmth has triggered a reaction in him even in his sleep. Then his hips begin to move again. Slowly at first. Deep, heavy thrusts that fill her completely each time.

Magdalena and Veronika lie perfectly still, listening. They hear the wet sound as he slides in and out of her. The cot creaks faintly with every thrust. Cecilia begins to move her hips back against his. At first, just small, circling motions--almost impossible to distinguish from her other movements in her sleep. Then, more distinct ones. Her body hungrily seeks him out whenever he withdraws, meeting him with a soft, wet sound as he returns. A low, guttural moan escapes her.

Veronika turns her head toward Magdalena. Not yet.

It doesn't need to be said aloud. They have already decided on the plan. They will let it continue until Cecilia is so deeply immersed in the experience that she cannot dismiss it as a dream. Then, they will wake her.

Toni's hand slides from her waist down over her flat stomach; his fingers brush the soft hair between her legs before finding her clitoris. Cecilia reacts with another moan--louder this time. She presses her hips harder against him, and the rhythm shifts. He is fucking her in earnest now. Deeper, harder, with wet, slapping sounds every time his belly hits her buttocks. The cot begins to creak rhythmically beneath them.

Magdalena keeps her eyes on Cecilia's face. She is still asleep.

Her mouth has parted slightly. Her breathing comes in short, hot gasps. Her long black hair is spread across the pillow, sticking to the damp skin at her temple. Tiny beads of sweat glisten on the back of her neck. Every time Toni thrusts into her, her breasts jolt beneath her shift.

Toni thrusts deeper. His cock slides almost entirely out of her before being pressed back in--slowly, inexorably. One of Cecilia's hands grips the blanket so tightly her knuckles turn white.

Magdalena watches her fingers clench the fabric and sees her thighs begin to tremble.

"Now," she whispers hoarsely.

Veronika nods. Simultaneously, they reach out toward Cecilia.

But they don't make it in time.

***

Cecilia's body suddenly goes rigid, from her shoulders all the way down to her toes. She gasps so sharply that, at first, Magdalena thinks she has woken up. Her hips press back against Toni with such force that his cock is buried to the hilt and held there, while her entire body tenses in uncontrollable spasms.

Then the orgasm washes over her.

The first sound is merely a stifled, broken moan. The next is louder, more piercing. Toni keeps fucking her through the climax--heavy, deep thrusts that make her cunt clamp wetly around him. Cecilia begins to tremble so violently that the entire cot shakes. Her internal muscles spasm rhythmically around his cock, sucking and milking him even while she remains asleep.

Magdalena glances toward the door. Too late.

Cecilia screams out loud. A loud, unbridled, animalistic scream that cuts through the small room and carries through the wall to the hall next door.

All four in the room freeze.

Cecilia's eyes fly open. She has time for only a single, confused breath--his hard cock still deep inside her--before she hears the sound from the corridor. Footsteps. Several pairs.

"Hell," Magdalena hisses.

The door is thrown open. Judith, Serafina, Gertrud, and Lucia stand in the doorway, holding lamps, their faces confused. The light spills across the cot. The Abbess remains asleep in her private quarters far away; the sound hasn't reached her.

Magdalena is the quickest. She throws herself halfway across Toni, pressing her full-figured body hard against him so the others cannot see the glistening, wet cock as it slides out of Cecilia. Veronika yanks the blanket up over Cecilia's trembling, sweat-slicked body.

"Nightmare," Magdalena says.

No one answers. She can hear for herself how strained and hoarse her voice sounds.

"Just a nightmare. She was having a terrible dream. It's over now."

Veronika nods eagerly and brushes the hair from Cecilia's sweaty forehead, as if comforting a child. Cecilia herself sits up on the cot, eyes wide with shock, breathless and trembling. She doesn't understand what has happened, but seeing the looks on the others' faces, her instinct tells her it is best to remain silent.

The other women linger for a moment, uncertain. Finally, Judith mutters something about fetching water, and Serafina suggests they all try to get some sleep again. One by one, they withdraw. The door closes.

***

When the footsteps in the corridor have faded, Magdalena turns to Cecilia and Toni. Her voice is low but firm.

"Now, both of you need to hear this."

At first, Toni looks at her uncomprehendingly. Magdalena begins with the first night. She tells them about the following morning, what she discovered, and the fragments she could recall. She omits the fact that she had lost her virginity to him. Toni says nothing. It is only when she speaks of the next night that his expression changes.

"Wait."

Magdalena falls silent.

"Was I asleep the whole time?"

"Yes," says Magdalena.

Toni stares at her.

"But you were awake?"

Magdalena lowers her gaze.

"Yes."

He looks at Veronika. The question does not need to be asked.

"Yes. Me too. I tried to fight it."

Veronika looks genuinely distressed. Toni slowly sits up. For a few moments, he seems not to know where to look.

"Lucia," he says at last. "I've been dreaming about Lucia."

Magdalena and Veronika look at each other. Then they tell him the rest. The swapping of sleeping places. What happened to Veronika. How the two of them have drawn each other into this. How they had planned to wake Cecilia that night and make her complicit in the secret. Cecilia listens, her face turning pale.

"We have to speak to the Abbess. This can't go on."

"No!" Magdalena and Veronika say in unison.

"Nothing good will come of it. We'll give it a couple of days. If we still feel the same way then, we'll bring it up with Mother Benedikta," Magdalena continues.

Toni sits with his head in his hands. His shoulders are shaking. When he finally speaks, the words come out in staccato bursts from between his fingers.

"I... have sinned."

"You didn't even know what was happening. You were asleep."

"My body knew."

Magdalena moves closer and holds him. The room falls silent. Cecilia remains sitting, stiff and pale. No one seems to know who should speak next.

***

Magdalena slowly lets go of Toni but doesn't move away. She looks at him. She sees that her nearness has already made him rock-hard again, his cock glistening with Cecilia's juices. She glances at Veronika and Cecilia before turning back to him.

"I want to do it again. Now. While you're awake."

She pulls off her nightgown. Her heavy breasts spill free; her nipples are already hard. He stares at them, wide-eyed.

"You can touch them... if you want."

His hands are on them the moment she finishes the sentence. He kneads her breasts, squeezes them, and lets his thumbs stroke the erect nipples. His arousal becomes instantly more obvious. His cock twitches, dripping pre-cum onto her thigh.

She lies down on the cot with her legs spread wide, her full pussy already wet and open. She reaches for him, grips his cock firmly, and guides the head toward her opening. She gasps as he sinks into her, burying himself to the hilt. She moves against him, eyes open, every time he thrusts into her--deep, hard thrusts that make her heavy breasts sway violently. The wet sound of skin against skin fills the room. Their breathing quickens. Magdalena comes with a muffled, drawn-out sigh against his shoulder as her pussy cramps and pulses around him in violent spasms. She continues to take his thrusts throughout the orgasm, growing wetter and tighter with every movement.

As the aftershocks subside, she pulls away with a wet, smacking sound. His cock slides out of her, still glistening and rock-hard.

Veronika takes her place without a word. She lies on her back right next to Magdalena, spreads her legs wide, and pulls him down over her. She is slimmer than Magdalena. When he drives his thick cock into her, she lets out a hoarse moan. He fucks her harder this time, with deep thrusts that make her breasts bounce. Veronika is quieter when she comes, her face turned toward him and her mouth open in a silent grimace. Her eyes are half-closed as her pussy milks him with spasmodic contractions. He thrusts one last time, deep inside her, and empties himself with a guttural moan. Thick spurts fill her while she still trembles beneath him.

They lie still for a moment. His cock slowly goes soft inside Veronika. Then, all eyes turn to Cecilia.

It takes persuasion. Long, low-voiced arguments. They remind her that she had just screamed out her orgasm, that she is already part of it. Finally, her breathing shaky, she crawls down onto all fours on the cold floor. Her slender back arches, long black hair falling forward over her shoulders, and her tight buttocks lift toward him. The sight quickly reignites Toni's arousal. His cock hardens, still wet from the first two women.

Cecilia lowers her head between her shoulders as he kneels behind her. He guides the head of his cock to her still-wet, freshly fucked opening and slides inside in one long, relentless stroke. She is tighter than the others. A hoarse, stifled sound is forced from her as he thrusts his cock in to the hilt. The rhythm is deeper this time--heavier, more ruthless. Each thrust makes her slender hips shake and her firm breasts sway beneath her. The wet, squelching sound of his cock pumping in and out of her pussy now fills the small room.

As she nears orgasm, she turns her sweaty face toward the other two. Her eyes are glazed, her mouth open.

"Cover my mouth," she begs hoarsely, almost pleadingly.

They do. Four hands press hard against her lips and cheeks. He fucks her even harder. Cecilia screams right into their palms as the wave takes her--a long, stifled, animalistic sound that vibrates through their fingers while her pussy spasms violently around his cock. She comes so hard that her knees buckle.

Cecilia falls forward, rolls away, and pants heavily, her cheek pressed against the cold floor.

"You must never cum inside me. Promise me that." Toni nods gravely, still out of breath.

"Okay."

Afterwards, only the heavy breathing of four tired, sweaty bodies can be heard in the small room.

***

Life returns to its established routine--at least on the surface. Magdalena, Veronika, and Cecilia go about their work as usual, but they quickly learn where they can steal a moment with Toni.

In the byre, early in the morning before the others have come out. While one of them milks the goats, he stands behind another--her skirt lifted--and thrusts silently into her against the low wooden wall. The milk hisses in the pail, masking their stifled breaths. A third keeps watch at the door, eyes on the path outside.

When firewood needs to be carried from the edge of the woods, two of them take on the task. Behind the large rowan tree--hidden from the view of the monastery--one of them kneels in the moss and receives him, while the other stands upright, keeping watch. They switch places without a word. When they return with the wood, their cheeks are flushed--just a little more than the cold alone can explain.

In the herb store--the cramped, fragrant chamber behind the kitchen--there is always something needing to be sorted or dried. There, one of them might lean forward over the low bench while he takes her from behind. The dry scent of mugwort and chamomile mingles with the smell of sweat. The others hear nothing but the familiar rustle of bundles being moved.

Even in the chapel, when the others are occupied with midday chores, one of them might stay behind to "tend to the candlesticks." He follows a few minutes later, under the pretext of fetching something. Behind the high altar, where the shadows are deepest, he takes her while she stands--quickly and silently--his hands pressed over her mouth.

In the afternoons, when the potatoes need sorting in the cool cellar, the work can drag on. Down there, hardly a sound reaches the house above. He can sit with his legs apart on the low stool while one of the women rides him.

And the nights.

When the others in the next room have fallen asleep, the silent ritual begins. No one goes to sleep until all three have climaxed. Sometimes he takes them one by one under the same quilt, slowly, with his hand over the mouth of the one closest to orgasm. Sometimes the women help each other while he rests between them--fingers and mouths at work until the last tremor has subsided. Only then do they sink into a heavy, sated sleep.

The days pass. The other nuns notice nothing. The work gets done and the prayers are recited.

***

A month goes by.

Winter arrives earlier than any of them had anticipated. Frost lingers over the courtyard even after sunrise. Then comes the snow, and the path down through the woods vanishes. In the mornings, ice forms along the rims of the water buckets. Firewood is consumed so quickly that Theresia begins counting the stacks out by the woodshed.

Serafina suffers the most. Despite being only twenty-eight, she has joint problems, and the cold makes them worse. Some mornings, it takes several minutes before she manages to straighten her fingers properly. She never complains, but Mother Benedikta notices.

After evening prayers, Mother Benedikta announces that one of the dormitories must be closed. They do not have enough firewood to keep both rooms warm through the winter.

"We will keep one room warm," says Mother Benedikta. "That will have to suffice."

Serafina moves in with her. The Abbess's private chamber is the warmest room in the convent. The rest have to crowd into the remaining dormitory. Magdalena, Veronika, and Cecilia say nothing. Four more women in the same room. Four pairs of ears.

The next morning, they clear out the cold dormitory. Blankets, straw mattresses, and the few personal belongings are carried over first. The sleeping platform remains for last. It proves to be a bigger problem. The wide wooden frame is built to stay put and gets stuck in the very first doorway. Toni and Gertrud take most of the weight.

"Left," says Theresia.

They go right.

"Second left."

"You could have said that."

"I did."

When the sleeping platform finally makes it into the second dormitory, they discover the next problem. It barely fits. They push it against the opposite wall and shift the old sleeping platform a few centimeters the other way. A small table has to be moved out. Two chests are stacked on top of each other. When everything is finished, only a narrow aisle remains between the sleeping areas--just wide enough for a person to squeeze through sideways.

Magdalena stands in the doorway, surveying the result. It could have been worse. At least their old sleeping arrangement remains intact. Magdalena, Toni, Veronika, and Cecilia share one sleeping platform; Theresia, Gertrud, Judith, and Lucia share the other.

When the light is turned off that first evening, the room changes instantly. Magdalena hears things she never had to think about before. Someone pulls a blanket higher over her shoulders. The wood creaks as Gertrud turns over. Lucia coughs twice. Judith lies awake for a long time, scratching one of her feet. Eventually, everything falls silent.

Magdalena lies still, her eyes open. Toni is just an arm's length away. She doesn't touch him. She doesn't dare. Neither does Veronika. Cecilia is terrified the moment anyone on the other cot moves.

Yet Magdalena can smell him. That warm, masculine scent she now associates with sweat, semen, and the nights he lay deep inside her. She is already wet between her legs just knowing his cock is resting so close. She clenches her hand tightly in the blanket to keep from reaching for it.

The first night, none of them does anything.

The second night, Magdalena wakes up to find that Toni has pressed himself against her backside in his sleep. His cock is rock-hard, wedged between her buttocks. She lies rigid for several minutes, feeling it twitch slightly against her with every breath he takes. It would be so easy to simply lift her hip a little, pull the fabric aside, and let him slide in. Instead, she bites her cheek until she tastes blood and waits for the moment to pass.

On the third night, they leave Toni alone as well. Four women lie on the other cot, ready to wake at the slightest sound. Magdalena, Veronika, and Cecilia struggle to fall asleep, but none of them dares to take the risk.

And so the nights go by.

***

When Toni returns, bleary-eyed, after relieving himself, he lies down at the end of the sleeping platform nearest the door. He ends up behind Cecilia. He gives her a gentle nudge so she'll make room for him. She wakes up instantly. Startled, she shifts forward, causing Veronika to move a little too. Cecilia tries to do what they've done the past few nights: count breaths, think about morning prayers, or wait until her body simply gives up.

When she feels the familiar movement--the heavy, stiff cock pressing against her backside--she feels a mix of joy and fear. It is rock-hard. Without thinking, she lifts her shift up over her hips, exposing her bare buttocks and pussy. She parts her slender thighs slightly. His head immediately slides between them, finds the already moist opening, and pushes in. Cecilia bites hard on her lower lip as he sinks into her, inch by inch, until she is completely filled.

She tries her best to stay quiet while Toni begins to fuck her in his sleep--slow, deep thrusts that make her tight pussy make a wet clicking sound every time he bottoms out. But she knows she never manages to stay silent when she comes; Magdalena and Veronika have had to cover her mouth the last few times. Her breathing grows more labored. Every time he almost withdraws and then thrusts back in, a sharp jolt shoots through her clitoris. She is close. Dangerously close.

Veronika hears Cecilia's breathing change--slowly at first, then faster and shallower. Like someone trying to keep it steady but failing. She also hears the faint, wet sound of a cock moving in and out of a wet pussy. For Veronika, there is no longer any doubt about what is happening. She feels a tight knot form in her stomach and senses her own pussy reacting instantly. They had made a pact. They had held out for almost a week. Now it is Cecilia who gives in, lying there and taking thrust after thrust into her slender body.

"Cecilia," she whispers, so softly the word almost vanishes.

Cecilia freezes mid-motion. Toni continues to fuck her, unaware; his cock slides almost all the way out, then presses deep inside again. For a few seconds, Veronika thinks it's all over. Then she hears an almost inaudible:

"I can't... he's so deep... I'm coming soon..."

The words are barely more than a breath. Veronika squeezes her eyes shut. She knows exactly what Cecilia means. She also knows she feels the same thing--that agonizing, throbbing hunger between her legs. Neither of them moves for a long time. Toni keeps thrusting rhythmically into Cecilia behind her. Finally, Veronika reaches out her hand. Not toward Toni. Toward Cecilia. Her fingers find Cecilia's hand beneath the blanket and clasp it tightly. Cecilia grips back with equal desperation; her fingernails dig into Veronika's palm every time Toni thrusts particularly deep. She bites hard into the pillow.

Cecilia comes first. Her body shakes with silent, violent spasms as she squeezes Veronika's hand hard enough to cause pain. Toni keeps going. A few thrusts later, his cock swells inside her. Cecilia feels it clearly--the added fullness, the hot pulsing--but she is still in the throes of the aftershocks and too starved for sex to stop him. She simply takes it as he empties himself deep inside her, spurt after spurt, for the first time ever. Only when he stops moving and the semen is already running out of her, around his cock, does she realize what has just happened.

They lie there for the rest of the night, hand in hand, while Cecilia lies rigid with a sense of catastrophe and Veronika lies wet and aroused beside them.

At breakfast, everything is as usual. Theresia hands Judith the bread. Lucia asks if anyone has seen the small iron pot. Gertrud complains that the firewood has become damp. No one mentions the night. No one seems to have noticed anything.

***

Magdalena, Veronika, and Cecilia are standing in the kitchen after dinner. Everyone else has already left, and Cecilia is scraping the leftovers out of the large pot when Veronika says it.

"She did it last night."

Magdalena looks first at Veronika and then at Cecilia.

"Did what?"

Cecilia keeps scraping the pot, but her hand moves more slowly.

"You know what."

"No."

"Yes."

Magdalena puts down the cloth she is holding.

"With Toni?"

Cecilia doesn't answer. She doesn't need to. She can still feel a faint stinging between her thighs, and the way a little of his semen still trickles out of her when she moves.

"You could have woken up the whole room," says Veronika. "You were wet as a well. Every thrust could be heard."

"But I didn't."

"It was close. You were about to scream again."

Cecilia turns around. Her cheeks are flushed.

"I couldn't help it. He was so deep inside. I... I came so hard I almost fainted."

Silence falls. Magdalena looks at her. There is something sad in Cecilia's face, but also something else--a sated gleam in her eyes that Magdalena recognizes all too well. She feels a tightening between her own legs just hearing the words.

"Did no one wake up?" asks Magdalena.

"Only Veronika."

Magdalena looks at Veronika.

"Were you awake?"

"Yes."

"The whole time?"

Veronika nods. She parts her legs almost imperceptibly as she stands there. "I heard everything. The sound of him fucking her. How she tried to hold her breath. The way the cot creaked. I held her hand when she came."

Cecilia puts down the scraper. Her voice is barely audible as she speaks.

"He came inside me."

Both Magdalena and Veronika freeze.

"What?"

"I let him. I was so close to... I didn't care until afterwards."

Cecilia's face is ashen.

"He's never done that before. Not inside me. What do I do now?"

A heavy silence falls over the kitchen.

"And you're absolutely certain no one else woke up?" Magdalena asks eventually.

"Yes," Veronika replies. "I would have noticed, at least."

Cecilia goes back to the pot, but her movements are stiff.

"I told you so."

Veronika gives her a dark look.

"That doesn't mean you're doing it again."

***

Later that evening, Magdalena kneels before the crucifix in the chapel, trying to pray. *No one woke up?* The words keep coming back to her.

She starts the prayer over. *No one woke up.* She loses her place again. Finally, she gives up and makes the sign of the cross.

Night falls. The eight of them go to bed as usual. The light is extinguished, and the room slowly fills with the same small sounds Magdalena has learned to loathe over the past week. Blankets shifting. Someone swallowing. A cough. Wood creaking in the cold. Then, silence.

Magdalena lies on her side. Toni is beside her. She thinks about what Veronika said. *No one woke up.* Cecilia had gotten away with it. Magdalena keeps her eyes closed. She isn't going to do anything.

Then she lets her hand drift toward Toni under the blanket. Just to feel that he is there. At least, that is what she tells herself. Her fingers slide over his hip, down toward his thigh, and finally find his heavy, soft cock. She simply holds it still in her hand for a moment, feeling its weight and warmth. He stirs slightly in his sleep. Magdalena immediately pulls her hand away.

It is quiet on the other cot. She waits. A minute. Maybe two. Nothing. She tries to distinguish the breathing of the four women in the darkness. It is no longer possible to tell whose is whose.

Magdalena turns back toward Toni. This time, she doesn't pull her hand away. She closes her fingers around his cock again and feels it begin to stiffen against her palm. It grows rapidly, becoming hotter and thicker. She strokes slowly up and down its length, feeling the veins, feeling the head swell and grow slick with pre-cum.

Even Veronika and Cecilia are asleep. That is enough. Magdalena casts aside her last shred of caution. She forgets Judith. Gertrud. Theresia. Lucia. She almost forgets where she is.

She hikes her shift up beneath her breasts and pushes his trousers down far enough. His rock-hard cock springs free and slaps heavily against her thigh. She spreads her full thighs, grips his cock firmly, and guides the thick, dripping head straight toward her already soaked opening. She bites hard on her lower lip as she presses back to take him in. He slides into her in one long, wet motion. Deep and thick, until she is completely filled.

She lies still for a few seconds, simply feeling him fill her. Then she begins to move her hips. Short, controlled thrusts at first. The wet, squelching sound of her cunt swallowing him over and over is almost deafening in the quiet room. She fucks herself on his sleeping cock, slowly and deeply, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her shift. Every time she takes him all the way to the base, she feels the head of his cock strike something deep inside her that makes her legs tremble.

She picks up the pace. Her hips now slap audibly against his stomach. Her pussy clicks and squelches with every thrust. She is so wet that fluids run down her thighs. Toni moans softly in his sleep and begins to meet her movements--still unconscious, but with increasingly hard thrusts. He is fucking her for real now. Deep, powerful strokes that make her full body shake. Magdalena's breathing becomes rhythmic and heated. She presses her face hard against the pillow to keep from moaning aloud.

The orgasm builds like a wave. She feels it coming long before it hits--that heavy, inevitable weight in her loins. When it takes her, she clenches her jaw until it aches and comes in silent, violent spasms. Her pussy pulses and milks his cock as she continues to take his thrusts throughout her climax. She grows even wetter, even tighter.

Toni keeps fucking her through her orgasm. His thrusts grow shorter, more frenzied. Magdalena knows he is close. She presses her backside harder against him, taking him as deep as possible, and feels his cock swell even more inside her. Magdalena turns her head toward the other cot.

Theresia is looking straight at her.

The eyes on the other side of the narrow aisle are wide open. Not sleepy. Clear-headed. Awake. Theresia lies perfectly still, watching as Toni thrusts in and out of Magdalena; the cot creaks softly, and the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh continues. Theresia says nothing. Magdalena says nothing. She cannot tell how long the woman has been lying there like that. Five seconds? Five minutes? The whole time?

Despite this, Magdalena cannot bring herself to stop. She holds Theresia's gaze while continuing to take every thrust. Toni groans again, a deeper sound, and she feels his cock swell inside her. He comes hard. Magdalena begins to count, without knowing why. One, two, three, four, five, six... seven. She lies there, taking every last drop while Theresia continues to watch.

Only when the final spasm has passed does Theresia slowly close her eyes again.

Magdalena remains lying there with his soft cock still inside her, staring into the darkness.

***

Magdalena barely sleeps for the rest of the night. The next day, she catches Veronika and Cecilia when they are alone in the herb store.

"Theresia knows."

Cecilia turns pale.

"How do you know?"

"She saw me."

"That doesn't mean anything."

"She saw me."

This time, Magdalena says the words more slowly. Veronika needs no further explanation.

***

Magdalena spends the entire morning waiting for Mother Benedikta to summon her. Nothing happens. Theresia behaves exactly as usual. She carries in firewood with Gertrud, argues with Judith about who left a knife out, and sits opposite Magdalena at the midday meal without paying her any more attention than anyone else.

After the meal, Theresia goes out to the woodshed. Magdalena can no longer bear the suspense and follows her. Theresia is standing with her back to the door, stacking firewood, when Magdalena enters. She continues until her arms are empty.

"You saw."

"Yes, I saw."

"How much?"

Theresia places another log on the stack.

"Enough."

Magdalena waits.

"Are you going to tell Mother Benedikta?"

Theresia looks at her.

"I haven't."

"That's not what I asked."

"No."

Magdalena tries to gauge the meaning of the answer.

"Why haven't you said anything?"

Theresia gives a slight shrug and bends down for the next log.

"I haven't decided."

Magdalena remains standing there.

"What is there to decide?"

Theresia straightens up. For the first time, her gaze lingers on Magdalena.

"More than I thought."

Then she picks up the wood and walks past her, out the door.

***

Two days pass without Theresia saying a word. On the third day, she finds Magdalena alone in the woodshed.

"I've decided."

Magdalena turns around.

"About what?"

"I'm not going to say anything to Mother Benedikta."

Magdalena feels the tension in her body release.

"Thank you."

"But that's not why I want to talk to you."

Magdalena puts down the log she is holding. Theresia closes the door behind her.

"I want you to bring Toni here tonight."

Magdalena stares at her.

"Toni?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I want to hear his story."

"Then why don't you ask him yourself?"

"That would probably scare him. Don't tell him it's me he's meeting."

Magdalena thinks about it. She's right.

"What are you planning to ask him?"

"You'll find out if I decide to tell you.

Magdalena tries to determine whether Theresia is angry or nervous. She can't tell.

"When?"

"After evening prayers."

***

When Toni and Magdalena arrive at the woodshed after evening prayers, it is empty. As soon as Magdalena has closed the door behind them, Toni reaches for her breasts.

"No, stop!"

"Why?"

Toni doesn't understand why Magdalena is pushing him away; he has her large breasts in his grasp, just as he has so many times before.

"I said stop. We're going to have company."

"Who?"

Magdalena doesn't have time to answer before the door slowly slides open and Theresia enters the woodshed.

"What?"

Toni looks from Magdalena to Theresia.

"What's this about?"

Theresia glances at Magdalena, as if expecting her to explain.

"Theresia saw us."

Toni looks at Theresia again.

"Okay."

"She wanted to talk to you."

Theresia walks up to him.

"Is it okay to talk to me about this?"

Toni looks at Magdalena. She says nothing.

"Yeah... I guess so."

"Good."

Theresia turns to Magdalena.

"Go outside."

"What?"

"Stand outside the door."

Magdalena remains standing there.

"Theresia..."

"If someone comes, I want to know before they open it."

Theresia points toward the door.

"Out!"

Magdalena leaves. She closes the door behind her and stands outside. It goes quiet on the other side.

***

Theresia waits until she hears Magdalena's footsteps stop outside. Then she looks at Toni. She has imagined this moment more times over the past two days than she cares to admit. At first, against her will. Then, out of curiosity. Finally, with an impatience that made her prayers longer and the nights almost unbearable. Now, he is standing right in front of her.

"Don't you think Magdalena is too old for you?"

"But Veronika is even older."

"Veronika? Have you had sex with Veronika too? Just how many women have you fucked here at the convent?"

"Three. Magdalena, Veronika, and Cecilia."

"Veronika is fifty-five."

"So?"

"She's thirty-five years older than you."

Toni shrugs.

"Age doesn't really matter that much."

Theresia studies him for a moment.

"But what is it you're looking for in a woman, then? I'm sixty-six. And I don't exactly have Magdalena's body. I'm shorter, rounder, and I don't have particularly large breasts. Should I be afraid of you?"

"No, absolutely not. Unless you want to be, of course."

For the first time during the conversation, Theresia looks flustered. Toni takes a step closer. Theresia places her hand against his chest--not to stop him, but to feel him. She lets it rest there for a moment.

Toni grabs her clothes and pulls her toward him. The kiss isn't gentle. Theresia is surprised, but only for a moment. When she kisses him back, it all comes flooding back. She has lived at the convent for forty years. Before she was sent here, she had a rich sex life--too rich, according to her parents. The desire for that life had faded year by year. But the two nights she lay listening to Toni with Cecilia, and then Magdalena, had reawakened it. She had wrestled with her conscience for days. Now, here she stood. Her conscience had lost.

She breaks the kiss.

"You don't have to be gentle with me."

Toni looks at her.

"Are you sure?"

Theresia holds his gaze.

"Yes."

She kisses him again--harder this time--while her hands are already working on his trousers. She unfastens them, slides both trousers and underwear down in one smooth motion, and frees his rock-hard cock. It is thick, heavy, and already glistening with pre-cum. Theresia kneels on the cold stone floor in front of him without hesitation.

She takes it in her hand first, feeling its weight, and strokes up and down once to stretch the skin. Then she leans forward and slowly licks the head, gathering the salty drop that has formed there. Toni gasps. Theresia opens her mouth and takes him deep--unhurriedly--until the head bumps against the back of her throat. She holds him there for a few seconds, breathing through her nose, before she begins to suck in earnest. She had always been praised for her blowjobs when she was younger.

It is the first time anyone has taken Toni into their mouth.

Theresia sucks hard and rhythmically, letting her tongue work along the underside while slowly bobbing her head. One hand grips the base, while the other strokes his scrotum. She drools deliberately, letting the saliva run down the shaft so it glistens. Every now and then, she pulls away completely, licking around the head in slow circles and looking up at him as she does so. She wants to see his face while she has him in her mouth.

Toni moans softly and places a hand on the back of her head, but she controls the pace herself. She sucks him until his hips begin to move uncontrollably and his cock swells even more against her tongue. Just as she senses he is close, she pulls away with a wet sound.

"Not yet," she whispers huskily.

***

Theresia stands up, hikes her clothes high above her hips, and hops--somewhat clumsily--onto a woodpile. Her wet pussy is exposed. She looks him in the eye.

"Now."

Toni needs no further prompting. He guides the head of his cock to her opening and thrusts inside in one long, hard stroke. Theresia lets out a muffled sound as he fills her. She is softer, warmer, and more welcoming than he expected. He begins to fuck her with deep, powerful thrusts that make the woodpile start to wobble. To her delight, he lifts her up and fucks her while standing. She wraps her legs around him.

"Harder," she demands between thrusts.

He obeys. Skin slaps against skin. Her pussy makes wet, squelching sounds around him. Theresia moans openly now, making no attempt to hold back. When the orgasm takes her, she squeezes his hips tight with her legs, burying him to the hilt as she comes. Toni doesn't last long after that. A few more deep thrusts and he empties himself inside her with a long, shuddering groan--spurting again and again while she clings to him to keep from falling.

Afterwards, they remain standing like that for a moment. His cock slowly goes soft inside her. Theresia is breathing heavily. When he finally sets her down on unsteady legs, a mixture of semen and her own juices runs down her thighs. She looks at him again, now with entirely different eyes.

"Next time," she says, "I want you to take me even harder."

Theresia adjusts her clothes and pulls her gray braid over her shoulder. Then she opens the door. Magdalena is still standing outside. She looks first at Theresia, then past her at Toni.

"I see."

"Yes," says Theresia.

"And here I thought you were going to interrogate him."

"I did."

Magdalena cannot help but laugh. Theresia walks past her.

"Come on. We've been gone long enough."

Magdalena waits until Toni comes out, then closes the woodshed. On the way back, Theresia walks in front. She says nothing more about the matter, and Magdalena leaves her be. For this evening.

***

Over the following week, not much changes on the surface. The cold keeps them indoors, and the dormitory remains crowded. Judith, Gertrud, and Lucia are sleeping just a few steps away at night. None of them seems to suspect a thing.

Theresia makes no fuss about her new position, either. She works as usual, bickers about the firewood, and ensures no one leaves the chapel before the final prayer. But sometimes she asks Toni to help her with something that doesn't really require two people. Magdalena has come to recognize these errands.

One afternoon, it is "the broken shelf in the herb store." The door closes. Theresia immediately kneels, takes out his cock, and sucks him hard and deep until he comes in her mouth. She swallows it all, wipes her lips, and walks out ahead of him as if she had merely fetched some dried chamomile.

Another time, it is to fetch firewood. Behind the large rowan tree, she hikes up her skirt, bends forward, and lets him fuck her while standing in the biting cold. She climaxes silently, her face pressed against the bark, as he fills her.

Cecilia and Veronika learn what happened in the woodshed. Cecilia is surprised at first, then amused. Veronika simply asks:

"Can we trust her?"

"Yes," says Magdalena.

There is never much time for prolonged sexual encounters. One morning, Magdalena takes him in the cellar while the others are still eating breakfast. She has her back against the cold stone wall, one leg raised, his cock pumping in and out of her until she trembles. Cecilia takes him behind the cowshed two days later. She has to bite her hand to keep from screaming when she climaxes. Veronika takes him one evening in the narrow space behind the chapel altar--standing up, her skirt hiked up and his hand over her mouth.

Theresia is more calculating than Magdalena had expected. She has no intention of letting a week of indiscretion ruin forty years in the convent. Yet, she is the one who manages to hook up with Toni the most often. Once, she performs oral sex on him in the woodshed until he moans too loudly. She is glad the woodshed is some distance from the convent.

During the day, everything continues as before. They carry firewood, milk the goats, cook, and pray.

But in the bedroom, they have all agreed that nothing happens there. Especially not for Cecilia.

***

Another week passes. The snow is now so deep that they have to shovel a path to the woodshed every morning. Theresia counts the stacks again.

One evening, Cecilia complains about the draft from the dormitory door. Every time someone goes out to relieve themselves, a streak of cold air hits her sleeping spot. They decide it doesn't matter who sleeps where; whoever goes to bed last simply takes whatever space is available.

One night, Toni returns after being outside. Lucia is lying closest to the empty spot. He lies down next to her without giving it a second thought.

***

It is an unusually cold night. They lie close together on the sleeping platform for warmth. Sometime after midnight, Lucia wakes up feeling something pressing against her from behind. She lies still. At first, she thinks it is just a knee or a hip. With four people on each platform, they constantly wake up with someone else's arm across their stomach or a foot against their calf.

Then Toni moves behind her. Lucia opens her eyes. The room is almost pitch black. She feels his chest against her back. His arm is draped across her waist. Lower down, she feels his erection through her thin nightclothes--thick, rock-hard, and searingly hot as it presses directly against her backside and the tops of her thighs. It is so rigid that she can make out the shape of the head through the fabric. As he breathes deeply in his sleep, his cock twitches against her--a slow, unconscious pulse.

Lucia's eyes fly open. She feels her own body reacting, an unwelcome heat spreading between her legs. She tries to push him away with her hip. But when he presses even harder against her instead--sliding his hard length up between her buttocks--she tears herself free and sits up so abruptly that the cot creaks.

Toni stirs awake.

"What?"

Lucia doesn't answer. She is already moving away from him, her heart pounding, the spot where his cock had rested still warm and irritatingly sensitive.

"Lucia?"

The floor is ice-cold beneath her bare feet. The door slams shut behind her.

***

She walks quickly down the corridor to Mother Benedikta's chamber. There, she stops and knocks on the door.

Once. Twice.

There is movement inside. Then Benedikta opens the door. Behind her, Serafina has sat up in her sleeping place.

"Lucia?"

Lucia stands barefoot on the stone floor, the blanket pulled tight around her.

"What happened?"

Lucia swallows.

"It's Toni."

***