Chapter 5

But that was a long time ago. Since that time, her parents had divorced and the court decided that neither of them was a suitable parent. Gilbert, in a frantic court scene announced his wife's lesbianism and seduction of his daughter. She in turn, explained in graphic detail, his raping of his daughter and his humiliating sexual torture. To save herself from embarassment, Noreen, through a storm of tears and sobs, denied all of the things. But it was obvious to the court that all of it had happened. All of it.

It was the courts decision to take her from the custody of both her parents and turn her over to a foster home. She was the oldest girl at St. Anne's Home for Children. The home was run by several nuns who had known the explicit details of the sexual practices with her parents. They made Noreen feel ashamed with their ostracism and constant stares. They even made her feel ashamed of her size 42 bosom. They constantly pounded catechism and sexual innuenedos about promiscuity and perversion until she was wracked with guilt. A very lonely woman, she turned to God and the church for her emotional sustenance. When she decided what she should do with her life, entering the convent and becoming a nun seemed the most logical choice. She told the other nuns of her decision and they felt it was the best thing for her. Sister Martha Francis more or less intimated to her that it was the wisest decision possible for her salvation.

And so after all her schooling; four peaceful years filled with Catholicism, as well as courses in elementary education and English, Noreen Burns became Sister Mary Joseph and accepted a post at Corpus Christi Parochial school outside of Los Angeles.

She taught the eight graders and looked out across her class, enjoying the feel of her nun's habit about her, her beautiful face framed by her white veil. She enjoyed doing God's work and outside of mass, she often said prayers over her rosarys and meditated on God's goodness and his universal plan for man.

But then it returned. After many years of only cursory thoughts about sexual desires and behavior, the warm, wormy, lusty cravings pitted into her stomach and begun . their work. She was horny, horny, horny. And she didn't know what to do. She rarely ever got to see men, and even if she had, she decided she would not have intercourse with them. She meditated on her problem, expecting God to bring her a solution or at least put her sexual feelings at bay.

But she only felt lustier and lustier. It wasn't long before she was masturbating.

Alone in her bath, she would play with her pussy and the sensations were tremendous after several years of abstinence. Stroking her breasts while slipping her finger in and out, she imagined being fucked by her father.

Her needs were quenched for a while, but she wanted something else. Each masturbation sensation left her wanting more. After she masturbated herself close to climaxing, she would sit on the drain of the bathtub and have the water woosh around her snatch. She liked that, but after a while it lost it's impact.

She began craving something thicker and wider than her fingers, and improvised a few good dildos from things around the convent. She would take bananas from the table and fuck herself with them until they were ripe and mushy. When she got the chance, she would leave them to set in the sun so they would be warm when she shoved them against her clitty and squeezed her vaginal muscles around them.

One of her favorite techniques was to finger herself until she was hot and moist and add a little vaseline to her cunt lips. She then took a dozen or so, silk handkercheifs and tied them together. While fantacising, she would slowly pull them and go crazy with sensations as knots were pulled out of her, stretching her labias.

Another technique was to pull out the tubes in her television set after it had been on all evening. She inserted one up her vagina and the other in her ass. She would then walk around as her flesh grasped the heated glass cylinders.

Soon, she got into fucking everything in her room. It took her about five minutes to work her way into absorbing it, but she could take on fucking her doorknob. Her bedpost was particularly thick, but its wooden top tapered into something her cunt could initially handle. She stood on her bed, straddling her foot on a bench next to her bed and slid onto it. It often took a half an hour or longer for her muscles to stretch over its width, about as thick as large salami. When she got it in sufficiently, she would lift her squatted legs up and down and until it brought her to orgasm.

Sister Mary Joseph would unscrew her lightbulb from the lamp and twist it into her anus with the bulb sticking out of the back. Her cunt was exposed to whatever she wanted to fill it with-a deodorant can, a fresh tube of toothpaste, and once her crucifix. Her crucifix was smooth and silver and its sides were blunt enough to accept her insertion. She grasped the top of it and it was a perfect handle to wrap her fingers around. She looked down at her cunt, greedily loving the in and out action, watching Jesus' feet ink in and out of her pubic hair, tittilate her wet pink insides, and poke out again. She increased the motions of it, sinking it further, absorbing his naked body nailed to the cross until only his head was dipping in and out of her womanhood.

"Jesus, your a great fuck," she whispered, "But your just not the real thing."

But still her religious convictions would not let her think about having sex with a man. Once, in street clothes she was permitted to wear when she and a few other nuns went into the city, she couldn't suppress her horniness. They came to see a movie. The movie theater they went to was close to an adult book store.

The other nuns immediately hushed and lifted their noses as they passed it, refusing to acknowledge its presence. But Sister Mary could not help but look at it. She looked at the porno magazines and was overwhelmed with a tremendous urge to get laid. She was very excited to see the array of sexual novelties they had in the counter just behind the glass. She fell in love with the real life-looking dildos, the french ticklers and other erotic objects.

During the family rated film, her mind wandered into sexual fantasies with the men on the screen, and the lovely blonde heroine of the film. She squirmed with the pain in her that cried for release. She just had to go to that bookstore. She told her friend, Sister Anna Mathew, that she was going to the bathroom and getting something to eat.

She told the usher she had left her keys in her car and was going to get them. The usher would remember her so she could re-enter.

"Wow," he thought. "Who'd forget her? That's the most gorgeous piece of ass I've seen all day."

He looked at her bottom, swaying sensually back and fourth as she walked down the sidewalk. Sister Mary Joseph certainly was not walking very much like a nun.

She turned her head several times to see if anyone had seen her enter the store. She stepped inside and breathed the lusty atmosphere of the pornography surrounding her. She looked up and down the shelf of magazines, looking at the all male porno with revealed assholes and men sucking each other's cocks, and fucking each other in the ass. She lingered over some all female porno with lesbians in leather whipping the fluffs or pushing their faces between their thighs.

She stopped for a minute to enjoy a magazine called "Piss" that featured women with open mouths and cocks hanging over that splashed urine down their cheeks and in their faces. There was so much of it and she wanted to see it all, but she had to hurry. After all, it was the articles she wanted to buy.

"Wuddya say, miss," said the proprietor. "I've got a real fine dildo for you when your boyfriend is out of town."

"You do?"

"Yes," he answered, pulling a long, flesh colored dildo out of the glass case.

"Here's what you do. This strap was designed so you could have this in your goody and wear it under your dress. This thing on the top is so you can push it in and out of you while your at the movie, at the dentist's office or even driving in your car."

"I'll take it!"

Sister Mary also chose some other dildos with grotesque warts and plastic pieces jutting off of them. The salesman also suggested some bin-wah balls to her and threw in an emena at a discount. She put her treasures into her purse, and went into a movie booth to put the dildo on. She decided to flip a quarter into the box and watched the segment roll before her, pushing down on her dildo which sprung out of her after pushing it down. She liked it and she got off to it as she watched the movie; a dick thrusting in and out of a vagina for a couple of minutes and then coming in globs on top of pubic hairs.

She hurried back to the theatre when she saw Sister Anna outside of the theatre, looking for her. Sister Mary panicked. She couldn't be sure if Sister Anna had seen her or not. She ran up to her feigning a smile.

"Wow," she said. "This really is the city of movie stars. I saw Paul Lynde walking down the street. He's so funny, I just had to run down and tell him that I love him on Hollywood Squares."

"Paul Lynde? Really? Did you get his autograph?"

"Oh, no. I just said hello and he stepped into an office building a little farther down from that awful sex store."

"I see." Sister Anna looked at Sister Mary a little suspiciously, but Sister Mary was pretty comfortable with the lie she told her.