Compromises

It was the hardest decision in our Hero’s life, so far. The most tormenting 47 seconds, of existential crisis.

The three women in his room explained the situation, which was hard and complex. More complex it became doe to the linguistic limitations faced by our main character. Still far from being fluent in the local idiom. I must beg extra patience from the reader for this, because our hero himself was struggling to negotiate the conundrum in his mind.

He was hoping for a chance to be alone with sister Ambush, the short, good natured brunet he had kissed next to the kitchen that day.

She wanted to be with him. However, she was afraid and had searched the assistance of Sister Agrani. The woman who looked to be perhaps 5 years older than her, was the taller of the three and seemingly also the most mature. The reason why good sister Agrani had been chosen as confident in this instance, and was here, in his room, was her gift.

Sister Agrani would need to be in the bed with both of them. He would not touch her, but she would be in contact with sister Ambush in some occasions.

Because, she was able to prevent the risk of pregnancy. In herself or any woman she was touching. Inconvenience was that this gift was only guaranteed if she was present and in physical contact with the woman in need of contraceptive assistance. Pregnancy was the fear in sister Ambush’s heart, since they were not supposed to have any contact with men, and being caught pregnant would mean her eviction from the order.

Sister Ambush wanted to be with him, and was willingly to do anything he would like, in terms of sexual exploration. Her own lack of experience in the area not being obstacle. However, she would not risk to have her life destroyed because of that. Therefore, was this the situation. Either he accepted it, or, they would leave.

Our hero had, at this point, the same question the reader would have in his place.

“What about she?”

“She” was sister Lutala.

The girl had the same age of Ambush. She was a little taller, thin like a fashion model, golden blond hair, sky blue eyes, and pink lips. Accompanied by a manipulative and feisty personality. Apparently.

That part was harder to explain. Eventually, after much comes and goes, our hero got to the bottom of it.

Sister Lutala was there when Sister Ambush asked sister Agrani’s assistance. Neither of them knew she was there, and listening, but clearly she understood the measure of the situation. Lutala had been left to the religious order as a very young baby, turns out. Her entire live she had been destined to be a nun in the order, until she became one.

They do not allow any images of lewd, sensual, or erotic interactions, you see. Not in the holly ground. And, she was a painter, a sculptor, she wanted to see, the subject.

Since she could not have access to pornography or erotic art of any kind, she was jumping at the opportunity to have the next best thing. A chance to see people in the act, itself, of carnal conjunction.

Unlike sister Agrani the sassy blond would not be in the bed itself. “You will not even notice I am here!” she promised. However, she would be very much in the room all the time.

Because she insisted in it. Otherwise she would run to the abbess and tell her “all about everything!”.

So, you see the dilemma. Our hero was between a rock and his hard place. Watching his entire live fly in front of his eyes, as he had not seem when the horde of sewer rats was prepared to devour him alive. And he said to himself, in his mind.

“As I learned from that IDF Zionist torturer of children in an episode of Star Trek New Generation: this is an imperfect world. Where imperfect solutions are needed”

_This is very strange and unorthodox! I will go along with it, but, only if you all accept a condition_ our hero said, carefully measure his statements_ We must all be naked. Because would make no sense for the two of you being here, watching us, fully dressed. We would not be able to relax and enjoy ourselves. Even if you two will only watch, you must undress now and show me your bodies.

The logic in that statement was a bit beyond what language could deliver, under those circumstances. And perhaps any others.

Particularly the part that consisted in the two observers needing to strip their robes and underwear upfront. While he and sister Ambush both stayed fully dressed, still. This could have been a harder project to sell, if wasn’t for the very linguistic issues and cultural differences. The three women accepted that demand in the spirit of anthropological relativist. Or its closest equivalent in their own culture.

They started by sipping the bottle of a sweet distilled syrup sister Agrani had remembered to bring for the occasion, broking the ice. Was a hot night, even with the window open the two women felt no discomfort from the temperature. Specially after start the second round of the clay bottle. Still, sister Lutala was less talkative and somewhat shy, now that she was sitting naked on the blanket placed on the ground by our hero.

Sister Agrani was less intimidated. And that led to sister Ambush mentioning her past. She had no issue in explain the comment. Turns out that, before enter the religious order, she had been living in a ‘house of tolerance’. A brothel of sorts. She grew up there, lived the actual profession for only a couple of years but naked women serving the clients was a very familiar scene to her, for as long as she could remember.

Our hero and sister Ambush were still dressed, sitting on the bed. Just talking.

He asked sister Lutala if that was how she imagined the situation.

**** at first, she admitted that was not. She had planned to be standing, around the bed. Taking notes in her sketchbook. While the three of them would be in bed. Agrani fully dressed, the two of them probably naked.

He asked if she was disappointed to have Agrani naked instead, while they were not.

To what Agrani said that she, on her part, was not disappointed to see Lutala naked.

_But we see each other naked all the time._ answered the blondie.

_Yes, but we don’t look. Because would be odd, if we were caught staring each other like that, would not?

_Like what?

The older woman answered by telling skinny Lutala to stand.

Our hero was caught by surprise, seeing the nun take the lead, pushing the painter with gentle commands, in serious uncompromising tone. Making the girl turn around,

Since Lutala would keep trying to hide herself behind her hands, Agrani raised behind her and **** her arms up, above her head.

_You are always watching us from distance, now you will show yourself! We get to watch you tonight, as we please.

Sister Ambush was amazed, and delighted by this display.

_To go out of the script, is half the fun in playful debauchery_ explained Agrani.

Our hero noticed that his fingers were now, somehow, between Ambush’s tights. Caressing her pussy, in superficial invasions. Teasing the small woman, while them both divided their attention between the scene going in front of them, and the smell of each other.

As if following the suggestion of theme, sister Agrani took the chair, advising the younger girl to not low the arms.

Sitting comfortable, she embraced the artist from behind, and started fingering her pinkie sex. Opening the lips, tapping the clit in fast gentle beats, with one finger.

Lutala was shocked, her face angry red from indignation. Nevertheless, she kept her hands crossed above her head all the time. She tried to cross the legs, but the larger woman tyrannically **** them wild open again, with both hands and one knee. Resulting in Lutala sitting on her lap.

Our hero missed that, because his attention was overwhelmed by Ambush’s tong, and the work of undress the chubby nun. Who was no longer ****, but had lost her hands and forgotten how to coordinate movements.

Our hero moved his lover, putting her laying down with her back on the mattress, and her legs on his shoulders. So, he could easily access her virgin cunt with his mouth, and caress the internal side of her tights with his teeth.

Noticing the evolution of the plot, with sensibility for timing sharpened by endless combats, Agrani dragged the defenceless blondie by the hairs with one and, and **** her to knew, with Ambush’s head between her legs. And her pink pussy in reach of the chubby sister. That way Agrani was able to stay in hand distance from Ambush, without lose her hold on Lutala.

Our hero moved up.