Marienschnee Pt. 04

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 after the sisters of Marienschnee took in an abandoned baby boy, Toni is still the convent's best-kept secret. But that's not the only secret. Toni has also fucked several of the nuns. Three of them are pregnant. Mother Benedikta has just found out about Magdalena and ordered her to leave in the spring. Meanwhile, Mother Benedikta has discovered that sharing a bed with Toni means getting fucked, something she has grown accustomed to, and increasingly dependent on.

And now...

***

When Toni returns to the dormitory, almost everyone is still awake. Only Judith and Lucia are asleep.

"Well?" asks Magdalena.

"I think it'll work out."

"Can I stay?"

"She hasn't said yes yet. But I think so."

Magdalena sinks back against the wall.

"Thank God."

"What happened?" asks Serafina.

"I'll tell you at breakfast."

"Why not now?"

"Because I'm tired."

"What are you doing here, then? Shouldn't you go to sleep?"

"I was thinking of asking if I could sleep in here with you all."

"I wouldn't count on it. You were practically raping Lucia the last time you slept in here."

"He was asleep!" interrupts Magdalena.

"Why can't you sleep with Benedikta?" continues Serafina, ignoring Magdalena.

"Because I'm not going to."

"Did she kick you out?"

"No."

Toni looks at Serafina, appearing unusually kind.

"Relax. I'm not planning to lie down next to either you or Lucia."

"He can lie here between us old ladies," says Theresia.

"Speak for yourself. I'm not old," says Veronika. "But he's welcome to lie between me and the old lady."

"What is it you're going to tell us at breakfast?" asks Serafina.

"Tomorrow, I said."

Serafina is still sulky.

"You could at least say what's so secret."

"It isn't a secret. That's why I'm telling you tomorrow."

"At breakfast?"

"Yes." Serafina mutters something and pulls the blanket over herself.

***

The next morning is Epiphany. The day is to be devoted to mass and prayer, but first comes breakfast. It is unusually quiet. All ten of them are sitting at the table. No one says anything while Theresia hands out the bread. Toni eats as usual. Serafina does not.

"Well?" she says.

Toni puts down his spoon.

"Magdalena will probably be allowed to stay."

Magdalena looks at Benedikta.

"Is that true?"

Benedikta hesitates before answering.

"We haven't quite agreed yet on how to handle you and your pregnancy."

"But I won't have to leave?"

"Not as things stand now."

Magdalena closes her eyes for a moment.

"Thank you. Truly, thank you!"

Benedikta does not reply. She smiles at Magdalena, though the smile doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"Was that all?" asks Serafina.

"No," says Toni. "Cecilia is pregnant too."

Serafina stares at her. Judith's jaw drops. Lucia stops eating. And Cecilia sits perfectly still.

"Is it true?" asks Serafina.

"Yes."

"And Toni is..."

"Yes."

Serafina opens her mouth, but Toni continues.

"Gertrud too."

Now Serafina drops her spoon. It clatters against the table. Lucia seems unable to believe her ears.

"What do you mean, Gertrud too?"

"Pregnant," says Gertrud.

Lucia has gone pale. She looks down into her bowl. Serafina looks at Benedikta.

"Did you know about this?" asks Serafina.

"Yes," says Benedikta. "Since last night."

Serafina glances from her to the three pregnant women. Now that she knows, it is easier to see that Magdalena is pregnant. She is well into her fifth month, and her belly is visibly rounded beneath her clothes. Serafina cannot understand why she hadn't noticed it before. Even Cecilia is showing a slight bump. Gertrud, on the other hand, looks much as she always does.

"So that means Magdalena gets to stay?"

"We will discuss what happens next," Benedikta repeats.

"Is there anything else that needs discussing, or are we getting all the news from Toni now?" Serafina asks.

"You're right. I'm not quite finished yet," says Toni.

He takes a spoonful of porridge before continuing.

"I haven't just been with three women here at the convent."

Silence falls. Serafina immediately looks around the table. But no one says or reveals anything.

"Who?"

"I'm not going to say."

"I see. Why not?"

"Because it's up to her whether she wants you to know."

Serafina looks at the women again. No one meets her gaze in a way that offers any help.

"So you've led four women to ruin," she says.

"I haven't misled anyone. Everyone I was with was there of her own free will. And that's all you need to know."

Serafina frowns. Toni continues.

"But what I'm about to say applies to everyone, so listen up. From now on, there'll be no more sneaking around for secret trysts."

"We certainly don't want any perversions going on here at the convent," says Serafina.

Toni ignores her comment.

"I'm not going to run off to the woodshed, the storeroom, the laundry room, or anywhere else just because someone's in the mood."

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. If someone wants to be with me, she has to show it openly."

Benedikta closes her eyes for a moment. Gertrud lowers her gaze to her porridge.

"How?" asks Serafina.

"Here."

"Here?"

"At the breakfast table."

Serafina stares at him.

"What are you talking about?"

"Exactly what I said."

"You can't possibly mean..."

"I do."

Theresia coughs behind her hand. Toni continues calmly.

"If anyone wants to keep seeing me, this is where it happens. On the breakfast table. I won't sneak around for anyone. If we haven't done it on the table here, you can forget about all the other places, too."

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," says Serafina.

"That may well be. But I've had enough."

"So if someone tries to lure you into a dark room?" says Magdalena.

"Then I'll say no."

"You're joking?"

"No. And the same goes for the nights. I'll be sleeping with Mother Benedikta so no one can take advantage of my body while I'm asleep."

Benedikta understands perfectly what he means. Yet she feels relieved. In front of the others, he has practically given her an alibi. But is he serious about her, too? She puts down her spoon.

"Are you finished now?"

"Yes."

"Good. Then let's eat."

Serafina picks up her spoon to start eating. She glances around at the women once more. Magdalena. Cecilia. Gertrud. And then there is one more. But she has no idea who it is.

***

After breakfast, they go to the chapel for the Epiphany mass. No one mentions what was just said at the table, even though many eyes turn toward Toni.

***

After mass, everyone returns to the day's chores. Magdalena waits until Toni has carried out the last bucket of dishwater before following him.

"Come with me to the storeroom."

"No."

Magdalena looks at him.

"No?"

"I told you at breakfast."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes."

"But I'm already pregnant."

"I know."

"And we've been having sex for months."

"I know that, too."

She takes a step closer.

"Surely a quickie wouldn't hurt?"

"Stop it."

He lifts the bucket and walks on.

***

A while later, Veronika asks him to come and check on a broken shelf in the storeroom. Toni fetches the tools, goes along, and fixes the shelf. When Veronika starts caressing his crotch, he shakes his head.

"Not you, too."

"I just wanted to say thank you."

"You're welcome."

"Toni."

"No."

"It's not happening. You won't see me on that table."

"That's your choice."

She has to settle for the repaired shelf.

***

Gertrud tries after dinner. She has a completely different strategy. When she finds Toni in the woodshed, she hikes up her clothes and leans against the wall, bracing herself with her hands. Just like she did the first time they had sex. Her plump pussy is just as wet now as it was then.

"No."

"What?"

She ignores his answer and gives her hips a slight wiggle, trying to seduce him.

"No, I'm not going to fuck you."

"So you were serious about what you said at the breakfast table."

"Yes."

"Even with me?"

"Even with you."

"You're being stupid."

"Serafina always says that. You know what to do."

"But that's absolutely insane."

With a hint of annoyance, she lets her clothes fall back into place before leaving him to his task.

***

Cecilia is closing the laundry room door when Toni enters with dirty shifts.

"I thought we could be alone for a while."

"You know the rules."

"Yes, but..."

"How badly do you want it?"

"You know I'd do anything for you."

"There you go, then."

Then he opens the door and vanishes as quickly as he arrived.

***

Theresia makes no attempt to lure him away. She meets him by the well and asks point-blank if he really intends to deny her, too.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"The rules apply to everyone."

"I'm old, Toni."

Toni just laughs at her.

"You're not too old to fuck, though."

"But if this drags on, I might be. Who'd want to see my old body splayed out on the dining table?"

She mutters the last part as she picks up her water bucket and leaves.

***

When Toni enters the kitchen later, Magdalena is standing there again.

"I need help with the flour sacks."

"No, stop it."

"I actually do need help with the flour sacks."

Toni looks at her.

"For real?"

"Yes, for real."

He follows her to the storeroom and carries the sacks to where she wants them. Magdalena waits until he has set down the last one.

"Now that you're here anyway..."

"I knew it."

"I haven't said anything yet."

"What, don't you want to fuck?"

"I do... shall we?"

"No."

Magdalena puts her hands on her hips.

"Are you going to say no to everything I say?"

"Only if it's about sex."

She tries to keep a straight face but starts to laugh.

***

In the evening, Toni returns to Benedikta's chamber after evening prayers. She is sitting at the desk with an open account book in front of her.

"How was your day?" she asks.

"Good; I got to say no a few times."

Benedikta pages through the book. She smiles inwardly.

"I see."

Toni lies down. Benedikta remains seated for a moment before closing the book and extinguishing the light. It is cramped in the bed, as usual.

"Toni?"

"Yes?"

"I was just thinking that maybe we could..."

She doesn't finish the sentence.

"No," says Toni.

Benedikta goes still.

"No?"

"The rules apply to you, too."

She turns toward him.

"But we share a bed."

"You don't have to fuck just because you share a bed."

"There's no need to be rude."

Toni says nothing. Benedikta lies on her back and stares up into the darkness.

"So, you're going to stick to that madness?"

"Yes."

Benedikta turns her back to him.

"Good night, then."

"Good night."

A moment later, her voice is heard again.

"Toni?"

"Yes?"

"You could at least hold me."

He does. Benedikta lies awake while his breathing slows.

"And Benedikta? If you do anything to me while I'm asleep, I won't sleep here anymore."

She doesn't answer immediately.

"It would never cross my mind."

"Good."

Benedikta remains lying with her back to him. She doesn't know what to do. She wants him, but she isn't going to humiliate herself in front of the others. The consequences would be catastrophic.

***

The next morning, Magdalena sits opposite Toni, picking at her food.

"Aren't you hungry?" asks Gertrud.

"I am."

"Then eat."

"Soon."

Magdalena finally takes a bite of bread. She chews for a long time. Swallows. Then she looks at Toni. He keeps eating.

"Toni."

"Yes?"

"Do the rules still apply?"

He doesn't need to ask what she means.

"Yes."

"So, it applies to this table?"

"Yes."

Magdalena stands up. Serafina follows her with her eyes.

"Where are you going?"

"Nowhere."

Magdalena pushes back her chair. Now everyone is looking at her.

"Magdalena," says Benedikta.

"Yes?"

"Think it over."

"Believe me, I have."

Benedikta looks at Toni.

"This is a dining table."

"I know."

Theresia leans back to make more room.

"Move the bread first."

Veronika starts to laugh. Serafina doesn't.

"You can't be serious?"

"I am," says Magdalena.

Lucia stares down into her bowl. Judith, on the other hand, looks at Magdalena with a mixture of surprise and fascination. She knew that sooner or later someone would challenge Toni. She hadn't expected it to happen the very next morning. Though, really, she should have.

Toni looks up at Magdalena, who has walked over to him.

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"After yesterday? Yes."

Gertrud giggles. Magdalena shoots her a look.

"You can keep quiet."

"I didn't say anything."

"No, but you were thinking very loudly."

Toni stands up. Benedikta closes her eyes.

"Lord, have mercy."

"It's probably a bit late for that," says Theresia.

Magdalena turns to the others.

"You don't have to watch."

"I certainly won't," says Serafina.

She rises so abruptly that her chair scrapes against the floor.

"This is madness."

"Sit down," says Benedikta.

Serafina stops.

"Am I supposed to sit here?"

Benedikta looks at Magdalena. Then at Toni. It takes a few seconds.

"Yes."

Serafina stares at her.

"Why?"

"Because I say so."

Serafina slowly sits back down.

Magdalena turns back toward Toni. With a swift movement, she pushes aside plates and slices of bread, climbs onto the massive breakfast table, and lies on her back amidst the remaining bowls. In this position, her pregnant belly curves upward, more prominently than when she is standing in her habit. She hikes her skirt up over her belly. She spreads her full thighs right in front of him, clearly revealing her already wet opening.

"Come here."

His cock is already rock-hard as he pulls it out. It is thick and veiny, and the head is glistening. He steps between her legs, grips her soft hips, and guides the head toward her wet opening. With a single long, hard thrust, he slides into her up to the hilt. Magdalena lets out a hoarse, loud sound that echoes in the quiet kitchen.

"So deep... yes, just like that."

He begins fucking her right against the table. Deep, heavy thrusts that make her large D-cups bounce violently beneath the fabric and the plates rattle. There is a loud squelching sound every time he drives it in to the hilt. The table creaks. A spoon falls to the floor with a sharp clatter. Magdalena lifts her hips toward him to take even more.

"Harder. Fill me up properly."

Theresia continues eating as if nothing unusual is happening, but her eyes are fixed on the way Toni's cock slides in and out of Magdalena's glistening cunt. Gertrud has completely forgotten her bread; she sits leaning forward, staring openly, her lips slightly parted. Cecilia tries to look down into her bowl but fails; her cheeks are flushed, and she spreads her legs almost imperceptibly beneath the table. Veronika turns red in the face at first, then begins to laugh softly and shake her head at the whole situation. Judith says nothing. Lucia stubbornly keeps her eyes on her porridge, barely stirring her spoon. Serafina sits bolt upright with her arms crossed, looking as though she is in the wrong convent. Benedikta is the only one who barely moves at all, yet she watches.

Magdalena lies completely exposed before all the sisters. Her face is turned toward them while Toni fucks her hard and rhythmically. Her cunt makes wet, sucking sounds around the thick cock every time he withdraws almost completely and then thrusts back in. Sweat glistens at her hairline. She feels her own juices trickling down toward the tabletop.

"Look at me," she whispers huskily to the others. "Watch how he takes me."

She comes first. A shuddering, muffled orgasm that makes her bite her lip as her vagina rhythmically squeezes him and her legs tremble against his sides. Toni keeps going through her entire climax; his thrusts grow shorter and harder.

"Come inside me," Magdalena breathes. "Cum deep. I love it when you cum inside me."

Toni obeys. He groans low, thrusts as deep as he can, and empties himself inside her. Jet after jet fills her while she remains stretched out on the table, her skirt hiked up and her legs spread wide. The last drops run down the shaft as he slowly withdraws his thick, glistening cock. Semen immediately seeps from her red, open slit, trickling down onto the tabletop between her thighs in a thick, white stream.

Magdalena lies there for a few seconds, breathing heavily, her legs still parted so everyone can see the result. Then she sits up, adjusts her skirt as best she can, and slides off the table. She returns to her seat.

She pulls the bowl toward her.

"Now I'm hungry."

Theresia slides the bread toward her.

"We noticed."

Magdalena takes a slice. Serafina looks at her. Then at Toni. Then at Benedikta.

"Are we just going to keep eating now?"

"Yes," says Benedikta.

"As if nothing happened?"

"Eat your porridge," says Theresia.

Serafina looks down into her bowl, sulking.

"This is madness."

No one else pays her any mind.

***

Magdalena doesn't wait long after breakfast. Toni is clearing away the dishes when she walks up and takes the empty bowl from his hands.

"Come."

"Where?"

"It doesn't matter anymore, does it?"

She sets the bowl on the table and leads him away. Cecilia stands by the dishpan, watching them leave. She keeps washing dishes until she realizes she has washed the same plate three times. Gertrud enters with a bucket of milk.

"Where's Toni?"

"With Magdalena."

"Already?"

"Yes."

Gertrud sets the bucket down. They hear Magdalena's loud moans.

"I suppose she intends to make up for all of yesterday."

Cecilia says nothing.

***

After dinner, Judith, Serafina, and Lucia are sitting in the dormitory, mending clothes. Suddenly, a loud scream from Magdalena is heard from the next room. Serafina pauses with her needle in mid-air.

"Again?"

Judith keeps sewing.

"What?"

"Can't you hear it?"

"Yes."

Serafina waits. Magdalena screams again.

"Will they never be done?"

"I don't know," says Judith.

"They were at it during breakfast, and earlier today, too."

"Yes."

"Are they going to keep doing that all the time now?"

Judith pulls the needle through the fabric.

"You'd have to ask Magdalena that."

"Oh no. I certainly won't be doing that."

Serafina puts down her sewing.

"I'll have to go somewhere else. You can't hear yourself think in here."

"You don't have to stay either, Lucia," says Judith.

Lucia looks up.

"I'd like to finish my sewing."

Serafina takes her sewing and leaves. Once she has disappeared, Judith and Lucia sit in silence for a moment.

"Do you think she'll come back?" Lucia asks.

"When they're done, probably."

Lucia nods and goes back to hemming the shift.

***

Gertrud has been waiting for help with the firewood for nearly half an hour when Toni finally comes out into the yard.

"Can't you get a moment's peace from Magdalena?"

"Oh, don't think she's the only one who wants to."

"So why do you make such a fuss with your stupid rules?"

"I've already told you."

She points to the woodpile.

"I've carried my share; now you have to carry yours."

Then she turns away from him and walks off. She swings her hips more than usual.

***

Later, Cecilia and Magdalena are in the kitchen peeling turnips when Toni comes in to get a knife.

"Up for another round?" Magdalena asks.

Toni picks up a knife.

"I was just coming to get this. But I'm not saying no to you."

Magdalena giggles and pulls Toni into the pantry.

"Are you serious?" Cecilia asks.

Magdalena looks at her.

"Yes."

"We actually have work to do."

"But I *am* here in the kitchen."

"Fucking in the pantry isn't working."

"Can't you see how sweaty I've gotten?"

Magdalena laughs. Cecilia sighs.

It doesn't take long before Cecilia hears Toni start fucking Magdalena. Every time Toni thrusts into her, Cecilia recognizes the wet, slapping sound--the same one that so often occurred when she was the one taking cock. Now she sits here peeling turnips, dreaming of hearing her own body making that same sound.

After a while, Theresia comes into the kitchen.

"Where's Magdalena?"

"With Toni. Can't you hear?"

Cecilia points toward the pantry. Theresia starts to smile.

"Oh, I see. I guess she's discovered the perks of going first."

Cecilia slices the end off a turnip a bit more forcefully than necessary.

"She doesn't have to keep reminding us all the time."

"I don't think that's what she's trying to do. But she's probably not going to stop just for our sake."

Almost twenty minutes later, Magdalena and Toni emerge from the pantry. Magdalena looks very pleased.

"What a wonderful day," she says, beaming.

"Yeah, we gathered that," says Theresia.

Cecilia hands her a knife. Magdalena starts peeling.

"You aren't mad at me, are you?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

Cecilia looks at her.

"You've been with him almost all day."

Magdalena stops peeling.

"You know what he said."

"Yes, I know what he said."

***

After supper, Cecilia and Gertrud put away the milk vessels. The others have gone off to their evening chores. Gertrud lifts the last bucket onto the shelf.

"I'm not going to go on like this for another day."

Cecilia looks at her.

"Like what?"

"You know how."

"What are you planning to do?"

"What he said."

Cecilia sets down the vessel she is holding.

"On the table?"

"Yes."

"In front of everyone?"

"They saw Magdalena."

"It's not the same thing."

"Why not?"

Cecilia does not answer. Gertrud wipes her hands on her apron.

"We're already pregnant. What's left to hide?"

"Quite a lot."

"I see. Then I suppose you'll have to keep hiding it."

She walks toward the door.

"Gertrud?"

"Yes?"

"Have you made up your mind?"

"Yes."

"For real?"

"Yes."

Gertrud leaves. Cecilia stands there for a moment before leaving too.

***

The next morning, Gertrud sits watching Toni. She had made up her mind the night before, but it was easier to be brave in bed than at the breakfast table.

"What is it?" asks Magdalena.

"Nothing."

"You're staring."

"No."

Magdalena smiles and goes on eating. Gertrud looks at Toni instead. He is sitting next to Veronika, spreading fat onto a piece of bread. She is going to do it. Just not quite yet.

Serafina seems to be in a much better mood than the day before. Toni and Magdalena have at least kept calm since getting up.

"It was nice to get a good night's sleep," she says.

Magdalena looks up.

"Did you sleep badly yesterday?"

Serafina glares at her.

"What do you think?"

"I slept well."

Theresia starts to laugh.

"I don't doubt that."

Benedikta gives her a look.

"Can we at least try to eat breakfast like normal people?"

"I'm trying," says Theresia.

Gertrud feels her courage slipping away. She has to do it soon. Otherwise, she'll be stuck sitting there until everyone has finished eating, and then she'll have to wait another whole day. She puts down her bread.

Cecilia stands up.

Gertrud looks up. Cecilia walks around the table.

"What are you doing?" asks Serafina.

"You'll see soon enough."

Gertrud stares at her. Cecilia walks over to Toni.

"Does the same thing apply today?"

Toni looks up at her.

"Yes."

She starts pushing the bowls aside. Gertrud almost drops her bread.

"What the hell?"

Everyone looks at her. Cecilia too.

"What?"

Gertrud opens her mouth but can't get any words out. Cecilia looks at her suspiciously for a moment before turning back to Toni.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"I sat and listened to you two for half the day yesterday. I'm sure."

She sits on the table. Serafina stares at her.

"Not you too."

Cecilia looks at her.

"Yes."

Cecilia hikes her skirt up to her waist and lies back among the remaining plates. As she lies flat, her small pregnancy bump becomes much more apparent. Not like Magdalena's, but now it is unmistakable. Serafina turns toward Benedikta.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

Benedikta sits perfectly upright.

"What do you want me to say?"

"That they should stop."

"Eat."

Cecilia's slender legs spread apart. Serafina looks at her porridge.

"I'll never be able to eat porridge again."

Theresia pushes her bowl aside.

"Then I'll take it."

Toni stands up, pulls out his already hard cock, and guides the head toward Cecilia's opening. With a single long thrust, he slides into her tight pussy. Cecilia gasps loudly.

Magdalena watches without the slightest trace of shyness. Veronika tries to focus on her bread. Judith is silent. Lucia keeps her eyes down. Benedikta only glances over occasionally. Serafina doesn't look at all. Gertrud, however, cannot help herself. Not this time.

Toni fucks Cecilia against the tabletop in a steady, powerful rhythm. Each thrust makes her firm C-cups bounce beneath the fabric and the cutlery rattle. The wet, squelching sound of him moving in and out of her fills the kitchen. Cecilia lies with her eyes open, taking him in, one hand clutching the tablecloth. She comes relatively quickly--a trembling, quieter orgasm than Magdalena's, yet intense enough to make her internal muscles visibly spasm around his cock. Toni comes moments later. He groans low, thrusts deep, and ejaculates inside her while she remains stretched out on the table.

As he withdraws, a thick stream of semen runs down onto the tabletop. When Cecilia finally climbs down from the table, her face is flushed, but she looks far more satisfied than when she first sat there. She adjusts her clothes and takes her seat.

Gertrud looks at Toni. Then at the table. Then at Cecilia.

"Damn it."

She stands up. Serafina drops her spoon.

"No."

Gertrud walks up to the table.

"Well."

"Gertrud!"

"What?"

"Not you, too."

Gertrud looks at Cecilia.

"She beat me to it."

Cecilia pauses with her spoon halfway to her mouth.

"Beat you to it? Is that why you asked me if I'd made up my mind?"

Gertrud doesn't answer.

"You'd already made up your mind."

"Yes."

"And then I beat you to it."

"Yes."

Cecilia starts to laugh. Gertrud points at her sternly.

"Not a word."

Gertrud turns to Toni.

"How do you want me?"

"How do *you* want?"

Gertrud looks at the table and jumps up onto it. The table nearly tips over. Several people cry out at once as plates slide and cutlery skids across the surface.

"Sorny, but I'm horny."

Theresia is the only one who laughs at her rhyme. Everyone else is busy saving the food.

Serafina stands up. Benedikta looks at her. Serafina stops.

"I'm not leaving."

"Good."

"I'm just going to get more water."

"Go ahead."

Serafina picks up the water pitcher and leaves.

Gertrud has already pulled off her shift and lies completely naked, covering a large part of the table. Even naked, Gertrud doesn't look particularly pregnant. But now that Serafina knows, she thinks she can make out a slight bulge on her belly that wasn't there before. Gertrud spreads her legs as wide as she can. Toni needs no further invitation. He thrusts inside in one hard motion. Gertrud lets out a deep, satisfied moan. She is softer and wetter than Cecilia. He grabs her broad hips and fucks her hard, making her large belly slosh with every thrust and her enormous breasts spill out along her sides.

When Serafina returns a short while later, she stops in the doorway. She closes her eyes.

"Still?"

Serafina sets down the pitcher.

"I hate eating breakfast."

Gertrud lets out a stifled "damn" as she clutches the tablecloth. Toni continues for a moment longer before emptying himself deep inside her. When he pulls out, the semen runs down onto the table, leaving a large pool. Gertrud doesn't bother wiping herself; she simply slips her shift back on. She straightens up and sits down again, as if she had merely fetched more bread. Cecilia leans toward her.

"The feeling of having it done is fantastic."

Gertrud takes her bread.

"Indeed."

Gertrud chews for a moment.

"But I don't know if I can forgive you for beating me to it."

Cecilia starts laughing again. Gertrud tries to look cross but doesn't quite manage it.

***

The rest of the day is no calmer. Magdalena no longer has Toni to herself. Cecilia seeks him out during the morning, and Gertrud does so shortly after the midday meal. Magdalena manages to get a turn in between and even catches him again later in the afternoon. Toni seems to have no objections.

Serafina soon realizes that keeping track of Magdalena's whereabouts is no longer enough if she wants some peace to work. She is sitting with Judith and Lucia, processing flax, when they hear Gertrud somewhere further off. Serafina pauses.

"Who is that?"

Judith listens.

"Gertrud, I think."

"Already?"

"What do you mean, 'already'?"

"She was with him at breakfast, after all."

Judith shrugs. Serafina goes on working. A moment later, silence falls again.

"Finally."

Lucia says nothing.

***

In the afternoon, Cecilia's voice can be heard from the other side of the courtyard. Serafina closes her eyes.

"If it isn't one, it's the other."

Judith doesn't need to ask who she means.

"Yes."

"How does he manage?"

Judith looks at her.

"You'd have to ask Toni that."

"Oh no. I've already got enough things I don't want to know."

Lucia giggles. Serafina turns toward her.

"What are you laughing at?"

Lucia just looks down at the floor. They go back to working with the flax.

***

At the next breakfast, Serafina has started eating faster. No one comments on it. Magdalena sits next to Cecilia, talking to her in a low voice. Gertrud eats as usual. Toni has just taken his second slice of bread when Theresia puts down her spoon.

"Well then."

Veronika looks at her.

"What?"

"Nothing."

Theresia goes on eating. Veronika starts to smile. Theresia takes a bite of bread and finishes chewing. Then she pushes the bowl away.

"Oh, to hell with it."

She stands up. Serafina stops mid-bite.

"So!"

Theresia looks at her.

"What?"

"It was you."

"I was what?"

"The fourth one."

Theresia starts to smile.

"The fourth what?"

"The woman Toni was with. The one he didn't want to talk about."

"Have you been thinking about this the whole time?"

"I knew there was someone," says Serafina.

Theresia starts moving aside the things in front of her on the table. Serafina stares.

"Wait. What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?"

"But you're already the fourth one."

"Yes?"

"Then surely you don't need to..."

Theresia laughs.

"That's not why I'm doing it."

Benedikta studies her.

"You were very adamant the other day."

"I've had time to think."

"I'll say. It shows."

Theresia looks around at the women.

"Anyone who doesn't want to see an old hag can look away."

"You're no hag," says Magdalena.

"Thanks. But I am old."

She looks at Toni.

"Well, do you want this old hag?"

"Are you absolutely sure?"

"If you ask one more time, I'll actually get too old."

Gertrud laughs so hard she nearly chokes on her bread.

Theresia climbs onto the table, hikes her skirt up over her hips, and lies back among the plates. She spreads her legs without hesitation. Toni steps between them, brings out his already-hard cock, and guides the head toward her opening. He thrusts inside in one long, steady motion. Theresia lets out a hoarse, satisfied sound.

"There... right there."

He begins fucking her against the tabletop. Deep, powerful thrusts that make her mature body shake and the cutlery rattle. Theresia receives him with open eyes and a half-smile. Every time he thrusts all the way to the base, she grips his hip and holds him there a moment longer before letting him go to thrust again. She climaxes with a stifled laugh mixed with moans. Toni comes a few thrusts later, pulling his cock out before ejaculating. He aims at the women surrounding Theresia. Magdalena and Gertrud open their mouths, and Benedikta watches with wide eyes. No one actually gets hit; Serafina comes closest, throwing herself backward in her chair.

"Are you completely out of your mind?"

No one listens to her. Theresia sits up, adjusts her skirt, and steps down. Semen is already running down her thigh as she sits back down.

She pulls the bowl toward her.

"Ugh. Cold."

"The porridge?" asks Magdalena.

"Yes, what did you think?"

Magdalena starts to laugh. Theresia takes a spoonful.

"But it was worth it. I could see myself eating cold porridge again."

Benedikta stares at her. Theresia goes on eating. Toni takes back his slice of bread.

"Can someone pass the fat?"

Veronika hands him the bowl.

"Here you go."

"Thanks."

He spreads it on the bread. Veronika looks at him. Then at Theresia. Then at Toni again.

"Damn."

Theresia raises her eyebrows.

"What?"

Veronika pushes back her chair and stands up. Serafina sees her and loses all desire to eat quickly.

"No. No, no."

"What is it now?" asks Veronika.

"Not you too."

"Yes."

"But you said you'd never..."

"I know what I said."

Serafina looks at her. Then at Theresia.

"Wait a minute."

"What?" says Veronika.

"Have you been with him before too?"

"Yes."

Serafina stares at her.

"But there weren't four of you then."

"No," says Toni.

Serafina falls silent. She looks around the table again. Magdalena. Cecilia. Gertrud. Theresia. Veronika.

"How many are there, really?"

"There are five. Eat your porridge," says Judith.

Serafina glares at her. Theresia looks at Veronika and starts to smile.

"Welcome."

"Shut your mouth, old woman."

"So now I'm an old woman too?"

Veronika walks over to Toni.

"I'm old too."

Theresia nods solemnly.

"Very."

"But I'm no old biddy."

"That remains to be seen."

Veronika tries to look angry but starts to laugh.

"You're too much."

"And yet, you're about to do the exact same thing I just did."

Veronika looks at Toni.

"Can you handle another old biddy?"

Toni laughs and gives her a light smack on the backside. She lets out a little mock squeal while fixing him with a stern look--though her eyes are laughing.

Veronika hikes her skirt up over her hips in one fluid motion. She sits on the edge of the table, leans back among the remaining plates, and spreads her legs. Her short, dark-blonde hair is slightly tousled. She doesn't look at the others; her gaze is fixed on the ceiling for a moment, then shifts to Toni.

He steps between her thighs. His cock is still glistening and hard, even though he's just fucked Theresia. She is already wet. The head of his cock slides easily against her swollen lips. When he pushes inside, he does so without haste--centimeter by centimeter--until he is buried deep within her. Veronika draws a sharp breath through her nose; her jaw is set, her eyes half-closed.

"So..." she whispers, almost inaudibly, to herself.

He begins to move. At first, slow, deep thrusts that make her C-cup breasts rise and fall beneath the fabric. The wet sound of him sliding in and out of her is distinct in the quiet dining room. Veronika lifts her legs and wraps them tightly around his waist, pressing her heels against his back, as if trying to keep him inside her for as long as possible.

This time, it is Theresia who watches most unabashedly. She sits leaning forward, elbows on the table, following every thrust with wide-open eyes. Magdalena, Cecilia, and Gertrud have already grown sufficiently accustomed to it; none of them makes a big deal of it. Magdalena even eats a piece of bread while watching. Benedikta eats slowly; her spoon moves mechanically. Judith sits silently with her hands in her lap. Lucia tries once again to keep her gaze on her breakfast, but her eyes drift upward time and again. Serafina keeps her chair pulled back a little from the table and stares stubbornly out the small window.

Toni quickens his pace. The thrusts become harder, deeper. Every time he reaches her depths, Veronika's body jerks. She holds him close with her legs; her fingernails dig lightly into the tablecloth. Her breathing grows shallow. A low, stifled sound escapes her, despite her efforts to hold it back.

The orgasm hits suddenly. She tenses around him, her thighs trembling against his sides, and a hoarse, broken breath escapes her lips. Her pussy rhythmically squeezes his cock as she lies still with her eyes closed, riding out the aftershocks. Toni doesn't stop. He keeps fucking her through her climax--slower now, but just as deep.

Veronika opens her eyes again. She gazes at him for a long moment as he moves inside her. A faint, almost sorrowful shadow passes over her face--something about time already gone, about something that can never be. She says nothing about how she, too, had wanted to bear his child. Instead, she wraps her legs even tighter around him and lifts her hips to meet every thrust.

"Stay... stay inside," she whispers.

He obeys. The thrusts grow shorter, more intense. The wet sound of flesh against flesh fills the kitchen once more. Sweat glistens at her hairline; the hairstyle that was already tousled is now even more disheveled. Veronika feels a second wave building.

This time, they climax together.

Veronika's body tenses in a long, trembling spasm as Toni groans low and presses himself as deep as he can. He empties himself into her, and she feels every spurt inside. The semen is warm, thick, and filling, while her own orgasm milks him with violent, rhythmic contractions. Her legs shake uncontrollably around his waist. She holds him there, deep inside, long after the last drops have left him--as if she doesn't want to let go. She tries to hold his gaze the entire time she is coming.

Finally, her grip loosens. Toni slowly withdraws from her. A mixture of semen and her own juices immediately flows out of her pussy and onto the tabletop between her thighs. Veronika lies there for a few seconds with a silly smile on her lips.

"How could I have been so stupid as to seriously consider skipping this?" she says, mostly to herself.

When Veronika sits up again, she looks relieved. Theresia leans toward her.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"How does it feel to be old?"

"Absolutely excellent."

"Are we old biddies?"

Veronika picks up her bread.

"Absolutely not."

Serafina puts down her spoon.

"Are you finished now?"

"With breakfast?" asks Theresia with a twinkle in her eye.

Serafina stares at her.

"Yes. With breakfast."

"It seems so."

Serafina takes her bowl and stands up. No one stops her this time.

***

For the rest of the day, Serafina realizes there is no longer any point in trying to keep track of who Toni is with. Magdalena, Cecilia, and Gertrud have been joined by Theresia and Veronika. One of them is always missing when it is time to work.

In the afternoon, she sits with Judith and Lucia, processing flax. From the other side of the wall, Veronika can be heard moaning loudly. Serafina puts down her work.

"Five."

Judith looks up.

"What?"

"Five of them. How is he supposed to get any work done at all?"

"He was working this morning."

"Yes, this morning."

Lucia giggles.

"What's so funny?" asks Serafina.

"Nothing."

"Stop grinning, then."

Lucia tries to stop smiling. A moment later, silence falls from the next room. Serafina picks up the flax again.

"Thank God."

***

At the next breakfast, Gertrud asks if anyone has seen one of her mittens.

"It's probably where you put it," says Theresia.

"No."

"Did you really look there?"

"Where?"

"Where you put it."

Veronika starts to laugh.

"It was missing yesterday, too," says Gertrud.

"Then you've had all night to look for it."

Gertrud throws a piece of bread at her. Theresia picks it up and eats it. Serafina watches them.

"Can't you just eat?"

"That's what I'm doing," says Theresia.

Magdalena asks Toni to pass the fat. He hands her the bowl, and she takes the opportunity to kiss him.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome."

"Do you have to carry on like that at breakfast, too?" asks Serafina.

"We haven't done anything... yet," says Magdalena.

Lucia giggles. Serafina glares at her.

"You don't need to encourage them."

"I didn't say anything."

"No, but you laughed."

"Aren't I allowed to?"

"In this convent, people seem to do whatever they want, so go right ahead and laugh."

Benedikta gives Serafina a sour look.

"I'm the one who decides things in this monastery, so watch what you say."

Serafina falls silent. Toni takes another slice of bread. Benedikta puts down her spoon.

"Toni."

"Yes?"

"Speaking of your rules--do they still apply?"

"Yes."

"And they apply to everyone?"

"Yes."

To everyone's surprise, Benedikta stands up and begins to undress.

***