Convent Education Part III By Alisha
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My roommate Teresa took one week leave for attending her uncle's marriage. So I was alone in my room. I was wearing only panties and my petticoat which covers my body up to my knees. I was eating some cashew nuts which was hidden in my lap as I did not want to spare them to any of hostel mates. Then our warden Sr.Martha invaded my room. I put my hands suddenly out of my petticoat and stood up. Cashew nuts fell to the floor from my panties. "What are you doing child?", asked my warden. "Sister, I was eating some cashew nuts", I replied. I started to offer her some. "No,let me take it myself", saying this she put her hands inside my petticoat. I expected her hands to reach my lap, but they were lingering around my chest. Soon one hand cupped my orange size boobs and its tip. "Is this the nut, dear", saying these words, she smiled at me wickedly. She was standing behind me and she dropped the straps of my petticoat from my shoulders. I was sitting half nude on the chair. Sr. Martha was boldly massaging my boobs with both her hands. "Your breasts are bit firm child, I am afraid it is too firm, I am feeling it like a stone. At this age you have to crush them using your hands, otherwise they will not become large. Your nipples may start aching too. I will show you how to make your nipples soft and help your breasts grow". She took a bottle of coconut oil which was kept for applying on our hair. She poured some oil into her palm and applied it to my breasts. She then began massaging my breasts making them spread little bit. She pinched my nipples and squeezed them fully like taking juice out of a lemon. I was feeling pleasure and pain at the same time. She went of squeezing them for a long time, until all my pain was subdued and pleasure was increased. She then released them and asked me, "When will Teresa come back?". "On next Monday", I replied. "Okay, I will not allow you to sleep alone in a room, I will shift to you to some other room till Teresa comes back". I did not reply. She then left my room. I put my petticoat back in place. After dinner was served, Sr.Martha asked me to take my books to study and come to her room.
I took my blanket and one text and knocked at her room. "Come in", she said. I was surprised to see our warden without her holy dress. She had lost her charm and authority without her rosary and chain in which crucified Jesus was attached. She had her hair cropped to a boyish cut. She was wearing an underskirt and a petticoat type upper garment. It was obvious that she did not wear any brassieres. Contrary to my speculations, her breasts were very large and pendulous. Nuns used to flatten their breasts as far as possible using their rosary and other undergarments as it may look improper to have protruding breasts for a nun. But Sr.Martha had great assets in her upper department. They were moving like two foot balls in her petticoat. Another thing attracted my immediate attention that her armpit hair, it was spread out from the pits to the beginning of her breasts. I am sure that she never shaved her armpit hair since she was born. She was preparing for her prayer. She kneeled before the picture of Jesus and nodded me to repeat the same. She had a sweet voice. We sang three devotional songs and she then read one page from Bible. And finally she said `Amen' and my knees were aching by then standing on my kneels. There was only one bed with a mosquito net. She then asked me whether I had learnt my lessons for the day. I then opened my text and began to read as I thought that she want me to read further. But sister came to me and took my text away, "Okay, you can read the rest tomorrow, I used to sleep early and wake up early. We can sleep now". I was looking for the place to sleep on the floor. But sister asked me to sleep with her. She covered the mosquito net and fixed the edges. There was a small dim light illuminated Jesus Christ's photo in the room. Sister Martha moved to the side of wall and I was lying near the edge of cot. The cot was not soft, I found it less comfortable than ours. Then sister hugged me from behind and began to run her fingers through the hairs on my forehead. I could feel her warm breath on my neck. She asked me "Dear child, have you got cashew nuts with you now". She began to insert her fingers through my armholes of petticoat. She searched my armpits for an instant and pulled one small hair out. From that point she moved her palm inside forward until her palms enclosed my small boobs. My body began to heat up. Sister Martha was kissing on the nape of my neck. I felt like I was touched by feather of a peacock. It was so slow, so soft and so hot. My skin was arousing, the root of my hairs began to move up. Martha lowered my straps of petticoat and began kissing on my shoulders and on my spinal chord. While her fingers were massaging my boobs she was moving her face downwards on my backside kissing each bone of my spinal chord. I loved this feeling. It was more pleasuring than Teresa ever did to me. Sister Martha was very slow in her movements. Her lips were traveling on the back side of my body like a worm moving on a damp wooden surface. While her lips were touching my nerve centers all over my back, which I never thought existed before, her fingers were pulling my nipples out and she used her thumb finger and upper side of her palms to slightly cup my breasts. Soon my temperature was hiked as if in a fever. I heard some commotion of dresses behind my back, but I did not recognize what it was. I was just enjoying my captivation. I felt like a flower with full of honey anticipating a honey sickle to drink from me. Then I felt Sister Martha's lips replaced by her sponge type big breasts on my back. She was also heated, her breasts were so warm, and I could feel her nipples are touching my back like edges of a small finger. Her hands were busy rolling my nipples and cupping my small breasts and her nails were scratching at the end points of my nipples. At the same time her sponge like heavy breasts were soothing me from back. She then turned me to face her. In the red dim light I could see her trembling with desire. Her eyes were shining in the dark with desire and greed. She kissed me on my lips and began to press my small breasts with her heavy dangling breasts. She will lower her body until her breasts touch my breasts and will rub my nipples using her thick black nipples. When my nipples too starts rising up she will backtrack. This act made me wild. I longed my breasts to be crushed by her corresponding big breasts. When she began to move her body back, I raised my breasts so as to get contact. She smiled at my desperate attempts to have a breast massage, and she teased me by moving away. I felt I could not stand this longer. I raised my upper part of the body to her and pleaded," Sister, please do me something, I can't stand this, please crush my nipples with your big tits". I was shocked to hear my words to my respectable Sister. But Sister Martha enjoyed my dirty remarks. "Be patient child, let me feel your pussy first", saying this Sister Martha removed my petticoat away. She searched at my waist for possible panties. But she did not find any. This made her more happy. She put her hands on my smooth pussy and searched for any possible hair. "So smooth, no hair, good, you are not like your room mate Teresa, she is hairy all over her body, have you started your periods child?" Sister Martha was anxious to hear my reply. "No, sister, not yet", I replied. "Good, but you can expect it any day, let me feel your thighs dear", she moved her fingers over my creamy thighs. "God, forgive me but I cannot resist your charm child, your thighs are like whipped cream, oh child, I love you, I love your cute breasts, I hope your pussy is as cute as your boobs, let me put light dear, I want to see you". Sister put a switch near her bed on.
I found my eyes getting difficulty to focus with sudden light in the room. When I looked I saw Sister Martha standing on the bed with knees on bed and looking at me eagerly. Then she lifted her hanging big breasts and offered them to me. I rose from bed and hungrily began to suck them. They were more white than other parts of her body. She liked my sucking. She exchanged each of her breasts alternatively to allow me to suck them in rhythm. She then raised her hands above and asked me "Dear child, suck my armpits, I am sure you will love it, I love it too". I then changed my attention to suck her bushy armpits. It was smelling like a pussy never been washed. The pungent smell was too much there as there was no air circulation most of the time. But after some time I began to enjoy the smell. "Ok, child, don't you want to see my pussy?", saying this she removed her skirt and what did I saw. My God,I have never seen such a hairy pussy. She was milky white at midriff. But the hairy patch looked like a big forest in middle of a sand dune. I remembered the remarks of Sister Jane and Teresa about Sister Martha's pussy hair. But I never thought it was this much big. Unlike other pussies I have seen Sister Martha's pussy had its hairs spread wildly as if shampooed . The smell of her cunt was bitter. It was smelling of urine and fermentation. It was the smell we experience when we enter a cellar which was closed for some time. My head was spinning. "Darling child, don't worry, your cunt will also become hairy, I can see the symptoms there, child don't you want to inspect my pussy closer", she forced my head into her hairy furrow. I was reluctant to suck her pussy as I found her smell very pungent and heavy. But she was not going to release me. She spread her cunt wider lying on her bed, and applied brutal force to back of my head to suck her pussy. But I was in a deadly embrace. Sister Martha was looking like Grace Jonnes of a James Bond Film. It was like she was a mixer grinder and my face was the axis pole. Then I found her pussy full of cunt juice and her juice was very special. It was like drinking country made red wine. It did taste good. I loved the taste of her nectar. I was greedy to drink more. Her cunt hairs were rubbing all over my face. I tried my best to suppress the sneezes I experienced coming, because her hairy furrow was suffocating my breathing. After working about one hour in this fashion Sister Martha achieved orgasms in a row. I do not remember when was our games ended.
When I came to my senses I was lying in the bed with my face still between Sister Martha's big thighs. Sister was sleeping like a child. I could see her fat buttocks and the channel between her buttocks was also very hairy. Then I heard sounds of water being pulled from well. This sound made Sister awake and she urged me to dress and go to my room. Sister Martha took her toothbrush and paste and went to do her morning chores. I took my text and hurried to my room. Teresa was not to come on the whole week.
(To be continued)
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