It was nearly midday, and the air was filled with the warmth of the spring sunshine. Lily had retrieved her clothes from the bank of the stream and pulled on her stockings and her smock. The dress she left off: Nick would be waiting in the glade, and she'd be naked within minutes anyway.
When she arrived in the glade, however, it wasn't Nick she saw. The figure sitting against a tree had the same curly blonde hair, but it was long, falling over bare shoulders and across a well-filled bodice. The fingers twirling a plucked flower were pale and slender, as were the legs that peeped out from the simple brown dress.
"Rose!" Lily squealed in delight. The other girl looked up and jumped to her feet, tossing aside the flower. In an instant they were holding each other, hugging and laughing. A pair of birds flew up, complaining bitterly at the noise.
Lily stepped back and held her friend at arm's length. "Look at you!" she said admiringly. "A year in that convent has turned you into a proper lady."
Rose laughed and twirled around. "I've learned so much. That I'll never be a nun, for a start."
"Well no," Lily replied with a grin. "Not unless the other nuns had cocks."
A wicked smile came over the other girl's face, and she reached into a pocket of her dress. The object she drew out was curved and black, exactly like... "The nun's cock!" she exclaimed triumphantly.
Lily looked at it open-mouthed. It was made from some smooth, hard wood -- she smiled inwardly at that -- with a swollen head and veins long the length of its shaft. It ended in an upturned bulbous cock-head. "Do you...?" she asked hesitantly.
Rose held the cock at waist height so that it stuck forward like a man's erection. "You slide it up yourself, then you choose a lucky lady -- or man, I once saw in the convent -- and you fuck them until they faint."
Lily reached out and stroked the wooden cock. "That sounds... Wait, no! I'm expecting Nick here any moment. I promised him--"
"My little brother won't be here for a while," Rose reassured her. "He was acting nervous and excited. I got him to confess that he was meeting you here, so I convinced pa to give him something to do. He'll be busy for another hour." She met Lily's eyes with a steady gaze. "I wanted first shot at you today."
Lily grinned at her. "You're too late for that."
The pair of them stretched out in the grass, heads side by side, as Lily recounted the morning's adventures. Rose listened with the occasional gasp or giggle. They passed the wooden cock between them, playing with it, running their hands along its shaft.
By the time Lily was done, Rose's dress was pulled up to her waist and she was rubbing at herself with her fingers. "I've missed this place," she murmured. "I've missed you, and Wat and Mally, and Burt and all the others."
Lily rolled over and kissed her cheek. "We've missed you too. We often wondered what you were doing in that convent. Whether all the stories we heard were true."
The other girl turned her head so that their lips met briefly. "They were, most of them." Again their lips met. "Those nuns didn't believe in abstinence." Another kiss. "But it was all pussy, no cock."
Lily held the wooden shaft up. "Except for this one."
Rose took it from her and ran her tongue along its length. "They say it was modelled after some great hero who visited the convent ages ago. Apparently he fucked all the nuns so much that when he left they had no trouble remembering exactly what his cock looked like."
The two of them stared at the piece of wood, picturing it in the flesh. "Impressive," Lily murmured after a moment. "And quite believable just because it isn't exaggerated. Not like Tommie's monster. Remember him?"
Rose grinned. "How could I forget? That thing of Tommie's... it hurts going in, but once it's inside... I'll probably need a bit of practice before I look him up." She placed the wooden cock between her legs and ran it up and down her slit. Instantly the black head was coated in moistness.
Lily was shaking her head. "Tommie left. Joined a merchant's service last summer. She was old enough to be his mother, but she looked well enough. And Tommie saw more of a future in pleasing her senseless than in herding his pa's flock."
