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A Nun's Story
By
Jan
My family was an Italian Polish family that was devout Roman Catholics. My siblings and I went to parochial school. I looked upon the nuns as the closest thing to GOD's living examples. I was no better than my brother and sisters when it came to running afoul of the nun's rules while in school. I received my share of corporal punishment at the hands of my nun teachers, but I still worshipped the nuns. I decided that I wanted to become a Carmelite Nun while in high school.
My family did their best to dissuade me from pursuing my desire to become a nun. They assumed that by the time I received a degree in teaching and theology I would choose a normal life as wife and mother like my older sisters. But upon graduation I requested to begin my education as a Carmelite. My father reluctantly gave the order for my dowry to the church for me to become the wife of Christ.
I spent three more years receiving my religious education and additional teaching training before I was confirmed as a nun. After my confirmation I was assigned to a convent that worked in conjunction with a Catholic parochial school. I was uncomfortable with all-of the rules but managed to abide by not talking during the grand silence and not touching the other sisters except on the sleeve to get their attention, while we wear the home convent. While working as a teacher I still ware the white coif head covering with the white starched guimpe covering neck and shoulders. During the winter I wore the black wool habit with a white apron. During the summers I wore the white starched cotton habit with the white apron.
When I was off duty from the school, I lived with my sister nuns in the convent. I struggled with the silence and loneliness living in the spartan individual cell. It took me several months before I became almost comfortable with the silence. Then I started to become aware of the little whimpering sounds of female voices. I became curious about who was making the sounds. I feared one of my sister's was having an emotional crisis. I quietly slipped out of my cell and tried to determine which cell the sound was coming from. When she decided that the sound was coming from my left I moved in that direction. The sound seemed to be coming from the cell next to mine. I debated about tapping on the door, but before I heard a moaning sound. Thinking the nun was in pain I opened the door and peeked in.
I was shocked to see the nun laying on top of her twin sized bed with her white cotton nightgown pulled up under her arms, Her legs were spread exposing her vulva covered with dark pubic hair, and she was using her hand to masturbate her vagina vigorously. The other hand was lifting her left tit up and was sucking on the mauve nipple. Her eyes were closed and she was moaning. When she opened her eyes and saw me, she responded like a young school girl getting caught by her mother, and tried to pull the covers over her body but she was laying on them. She whispered: "I couldn't help myself. Please do not accuse me this morning before Mother Superior."
I felt guilty for having seen what she was doing. I knew I was supposed to accuse my fellow sister in the morning so that she would be obligated to confess her sin before our fellow sisters, but it was so embarrassing that I was reluctant to accuse her publicly. If Sister Joan didn't confess her sin in the morning, I didn't think that I could stand and address Mother Superior in front of my fellow sisters and say: "I have to accuse Sister Joan had committed the sin of self-abuse last night.
I returned to my cell and lay there the rest of the night, unable to sleep because all I could think about was Sister Joan's pale body lying on her bed masturbating. She was a young nun with a good figure. I could still smell the aroma of her vagina filling the cell, but I eventually realized that I was smelling my own wet vagina. I felt guilty for having inappropriate thoughts.
In the morning I was even shy about making my way to the communal bathroom to relieve myself, shower, and brush my teeth. When I was back in my cell my hands were shaking as I put on my white habit, tied my coif at the back of my head and tied guimpe around my neck and put the white veil over the coif and pinned it in place, all without the use of a mirror.
When we gathered for morning prayer, I dreaded the confessions. A few sisters prostrated themselves in front of the Mother Superior and confessed breaking the silence or speaking unkindly to someone. I feared Sister Joan was going to remain silent. When one of the sisters prostrate on the floor confessing that she had sinned by walking in hast, another sister stood. When Mother Superior asked her what she had to confess about her fellow sister's imperfections. She said that Sister Bernadette had committed the sin of vanity by looking at her reflection in a window. Mother Superior thanked her and gave Sister Bernadette her penance.
When Sister Joan rose and presented herself in front of Mother Superior and prostrated herself on the floor. She confessed that she had broken the grand silence. I found myself standing. When Mother Superior asked me what imperfection I had to accuse Sister Joan of? I found myself accusing Sister Joan of self-abuse during sleep time. Mother Superior thanked me for accusing my fellow sister of her imperfection and assigned Sister Joan her penance.
After we had finished praying and eaten our breakfast Mother Superior told me that she would like to have a word with my in her office. I followed her to her office. Rather than sitting behind her desk she chose to talk to me in a less formal manner. She invited me to sit on the sofa. She placed a hand on my knee, and said: "My child, I realize how hard it was for you to accuse Sister Joan for masturbating last night. Sex is a difficult subject within the church. We know that nuns are supposed to be celibate. But it is a hard thing to adhere to. We must forgive our fellow sisters' little indiscretions.
I took that to mean she did not want me to accuse my sisters of sexual indiscretions. I also felt uncomfortable having her touching my body. I felt my vagina tingle and felt moisture dripping into my panties. When she excused me, I walked to the school and clocked in for my class. I was teaching fifth grade girls at that time. I went about my duties as usual. I had to pay close attention to what I was doing but there was plenty of time to reflect about what I had witnessed and what the Mother Superior had told me.
Later that evening I felt uncomfortable during the evening meal because I felt like my sister nuns didn't approve of me accusing Sister Joan. I was deep in my own thoughts as I made my way to my cell. When I was inside, I was just starting to remove my veil when the door opened. It was Sister Joan and she closed the door behind herself. "I just wanted to let you know I forgive you for accused me this morning. I can guess what Mother Superior told you in her office. She thanked you for accusing me, but she said something like, "We don't discuss what goes on in the convent."
I said: "It was something like that" as I continued removing the veil and coif. I carefully folded them and smoothed them out on the small chest of drawers. I also removed the guimpe and placed it on the dresser. Before I removed the sash I said: "I was very uncomfortable accusing you, but when you didn't accuse yourself when you had the opportunity, I had to."
She said: "I know, and wanted to see if you would do it. Once you have been here a little longer you will find out that a lot of our fellow nuns have special friends." (Special friends are the code words for lovers.)
When I removed my sash and hung it on a clothes hook on the back of the door, Sister Joan took me into her arms and kissed me on the mouth. I was startled and didn't resist right away. By the time I understood what she was doing, it was too late. She untied the top of my habit and the loose garment fell from my body to lay on the floor around my practical shoes. I was standing there in the simple white undergarment. When she unties the draw string around my neck that garment also fell to the floor. I was wearing a cheap white bra that just kept my 36-C+ breasts from flopping around, and cheap white panties. The crotch was a little moist from a day of wearing and the crotch did little to prevent anyone from seeing my dark pubic hair matted against my body.
Sister Joan had one arm around my body and she shoved her other hand down the front of my panties and rubbed a finger up and down the lips of my vagina. When her finger bumped into my little clitoris I jerked and let out a surrendering moan. I was hers to do as she wanted. She proceeded to finger fuck me. She discovered that I was not a virgin. She asked: "How did that happen?"
I said: "I wasn't always a nun! I had sex with a couple of friends in my youth."
Sister Joan pushed me backwards to the bed, but she unhooked the bra before she made me sit on the bed. She had me sit down on the bed and took the bra from my body, and admired my tits before she started removing her habit, and was none to net about it. She removed everything and was standing there in bare feet. She was so close to me I could smell the natural pungent odor of her crotch. (I had not smelled that odor since I was a young teenager and my best friend introduced me to oral sex with her.)
Sister Joan pushed me back across the bed and slipped her fingers under the waistband of the cheap panties with the stretched elastic and pulled my panties out from under my butt and free of my legs and feet. She even removed my practical black shoes and socks. I was naked as she was. She lay on top of me and took hold of my breasts with her hands and started sucking on my nipples. I lay there in a stupor. I was immobile and telling myself that this was wrong, and I should resist. Just the same, my body made a liar out of me. My vagina was leaking on my bedspread, and my body was trembling. I made no effort to stop her when she slid to the floor and spread my legs with her hands and started licking my vagina. I was biting my lip to keep from moaning out loud. (I could envision one or more of our fellow nuns coming in and seeing what was going on.) It felt like a lifetime before I had an orgasm, and went limp. I lay there feeling Sister Joan's cool breath on my mons pubis.
Suddenly she flipped me over onto my belly with my knees on the floor. Sister Joan surprised me by placing her hands on the cheeks of my behind and spreading them apart. I felt her cool breath on my anus and it puckered tightly. I couldn't believe it when she licked the crack and probed my anus with the tip of her tongue. I couldn't believe it what I had a second orgasm.
Sister Joan pulled me up onto my bed on my back, but I was backwards with my head at the foot of the bed. (I quickly learned why she wanted me that way.) She backed up to the bed and sat on my face. She grabbed two hands full of my hair and pulled my face tightly against ger own cunt. My nose was being filled with her bodily fluid and that same slimy fluid was filling my mouth. She was rocking back and forth grinding her vagina and asshole against my face from nose to chin. I thought she was trying to smother me. When she had an orgasm, she sat on my face almost smothering me until I struggled to turn my head to the side, so that I could catch my breath. The warmth of her soft thigh smelled of the fluid she had just deposited on my face.
I assumed that since she had finished ravishing me, that she would get dressed and return to her own cell. Only she simply pulled the covers out from under us and covered our naked bodies and wrapped her arms and legs around my body with my face pressed against her hairy crotch.
In the morning I woke up with my nose being tickled by her pubic hair and the familiar smell of her cunt. Sister Joan woke up and pulled my head against her pussy and made me eat her pussy while she ate mine. By the time we both had an orgasm the bell rang to wake everyone up. We untangled and put on a white undergarment and I grabbed a washcloth and my toothbrush and headed for the bathroom and sister Joan followed behind and stopped off at her room long enough to drop off her habit and get her toothbrush.
I had the feeling that all of the nuns knew what we had done last night. I felt like they were all staring at me. For the first time I felt embarrassed standing naked in the shower. I quickly dried off and put my undergarment back on. I hurried back to my room and heredity got dressed to join my sisters for morning confession and prayer.
When it came my turn to make my confession, I lay on the cold floor prostrating myself and didn't dare confess what Sister Joan and I had done last night. I found myself blubbering something about having been rude to a student. After Mother Superior gave me my penance, she winked at me. I panicked thinking she knew what went on last night.
When the school day was over that afternoon and I returned to the convent the Mother Superior pulled me aside and ushered me into her office. She told me: "I trust that you did enjoy your communion with Sister Joan last night?"
I panicked: "You actually know what went on last night?"
"Yes my child, I instructed Sister Joan to introduce you to the way this convent behaves." She told me.
I was stunned beyond belief. When I returned upstairs, I noticed a lot of things I had not noticed before. There was a lot of touching between my sisters that was not on the sleeves. I even saw one of the older nuns place her hand on the butt of one of the younger nuns, and all the girl did was smile. Later that evening as the ladies were preparing to retire, I noticed one of the senior nuns remained seated in the comfortable chair in the common room and I stuck around long enough to witness one of the young nuns kneel in front of her chair and lift the senior nun's habit and she leaned forward and covered her head with the black robe and it was obvious that the nun was licking the pussy of the senior nun.
When I went to my cell and stripped down to my undergarment and put on my rubber shower flip flops and gathered up my toiletry items and headed towards the bathroom. For the first time I was not too shy to look around me and see what was going on around me. There were a couple of women in the showers and they were embracing and feeling each other up while kissing.
There were a couple of women brushing their teeth and rubbing their crotches against the sink. When I looked in the direction of the toilet stalls there was a naked woman sitting on a toilet and another woman was standing in front of her and the seated one was clinging to her hips and she was sucking her pussy.
The duty nun came looking for me and told me to report to the Mother Superior's room. I was about to go put on my habit but the nun told me to go as I was.
I hurriedly shuffled down the hall to the elevator, to the sound of my flip flops flopping the bottom of my feet. I was nervous about what she wanted. When I tapped on the door with my fingernails. I heard the mellow voice of the mature woman say: "Come in."
When I entered the room, I saw the Mother Superior without her habit on. Her face looked older and her hair was gray. She looked to be close to being around sixty- years-old. She looked very well preserved though. Her skin was flawless. She was only wearing her white undergarment. She stood up to greet me. She took my hands and pulled me to the settee in the room. When we sat, I looked around the room. (It is nice being the Mother Superior!)
The room was her living quarters. It had period furniture that looked like it would be at home in the home of King Louis XIV. The carved bed posts were massive. The Mother Superior told me to call her mother as she placed her hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze. She asked me if I would like a glass of champagne. She reached for a silver bucket and unwound the wire on the green bottle and gave the cork a twist and there was a pop and the cork came out. She poured the golden bubbly liquid into fragile Champlain glasses and handed me one. I took a sip and asted the grape with a delicate earthy taste and the bubbles tickle my nose.
She wrapped an arm around me and kissed me on the mouth. I was stunned to think that a woman old enough to be my grandmother was seducing me. I surrendered to her and allowed her to have her way with me. She her body had a delicate lilac fragrance. She pulled the drawstring holding my white cotton undergarment up and the garment fell down as she exposing my youthful breasts, as I pulled my arms out of the sleeves. She lifted my breasts like he was lifting doves. She leaned forward and started sucking on my nipples. I was sure that my vagina was leaking and there would be a wet spot on the seat of my undergarment and the settee.
When she lifted her head, she kissed me with tongue and pulled the cord holding up her undergarment and let it fall down her body to expose her matronly 40-F sized breasts. (It was a true waste to let all that famine platitude go to waste.) When she lifted her breast up and rubbed her nipple against my lips, I couldn't help myself. I just had to suck on the nipple like a baby. While I was doing that, she was pulling up the hem of my undergarment until her fingers were stroking the soft inner thigh on its way to the crotch of my moist old panties. She gently stroked my crotch while I suckled her tit.
When she stood up and pulled me to my feet our undergarments fell to the floor in a heap around our feet. As we stepped out of them as she led me to that big bed, I saw the graying pubic bush cover her vulva. She said: "As your mother it is my duty to see to it that you are in good physical condition." She laid me on the bed and started feeling and stroking my body as her hands got closer to my crotch the hornier, I got. When she slipped her finger into my vagina, she was thrilled to find out that was not a virgin. She covered my crotch with her mouth and drove her tongue into my vagina. She performed oral sex on me until I was squirting all over her face. When I recovered, she moved her body around and rested her back against the pillows against the carved headboard and spread her legs. I didn't have to be told what to do.
I crawled between her legs and rested my chin on her vulva and looked up at her blue eyes. I licked the hairs away from her labia and stuck my tongue in to find her clitoris. My efforts were rewarded by finding that her clitoris was large enough for me to wrap my lips around it and suck on it like it was a little penis. Before we drifted off to sleep, I had tasted not only her pussy I had tasted her asshole too.
The next morning, I had to seek up the stairs to my cell. When I went to the bathroom all the nuns were smiling at me.
I eventually learned that our all girls school had some very special students that were well versed in the art of pleasing adult women and each other.
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