Chapter 7
Sister Mary Joseph was a little paranoid after she left the classroom and silently waved good-bye to the boys. It had been a good fuck, but she worried because she had heard footsteps outside in the halls.
She did all of the usual things she did on Wednesday afternoon. She went to the afternoon mass, meditated in the garden, and went to her room to wash up for dinner. She washed off her cunt that was all crusty with dried jism and splashed water across her asscrack that was parched and chafed from all of the anal action she had gotten. She lay across her bed in her underwear, her long lovely legs dangling her feet over the end, her massive boobs standing upright in her extra-tension support bra. From beneath the blankets she heard a sheet of paper rustling. She pulled back her bedspread and found a note in neat, block printing.
Dear Sister Mary Joseph Shame on you. Here you are, a nun, a sister to the Virgin Mary, a servant to Our Lord Jesus Christ, and supposedly celibated.
Yet this afternoon I peeked into your classroom window to see you indulge in intercourse. Not only were you breaking your vows, but you also corrupted two young Catholic youths. Perhaps you are even responsible for throwing their souls into hell.
Of course, I cannot blame you. I have often thought of seducing you myself. How often have I wondered about the giant breasts that bob and sway beneath your nun's uniform? How often have I created my own mental picture of what your sweet round ass looks like while it is hidden beneath all that cloth? How many times have I masturbated thinking of your beautiful, young aristocratic face kissing my mouth with your thick lusty lips? And how often would I love to feel your mouth muscle turning on my own sexual organ?
The answer to these questions is too many times. I can no longer stand it. I know now that you cannot restrain your own sexual desires. Niether can I. Therefore, I am coming to get you. Be prepared. I will see you tonight. Get your sweet cunt hot and ready.
There was no signature to the note. Excited and frightened, Sister Mary Joseph was unable to figure out who it could have possibly been. There were a number of priests who taught at the school, but none of them seemed likely. Perhaps it was one of the janitors. It might have been another of her students, but he would have a hard time getting inside the convent and her room. She thought long and hard.
"Oh Lord!" she said to herself at one thought. The note writer had not even indicated his or her sex. It could have even been another nun.
The thrill of fucking was in her veins like heroin. She was fast addicted. Even if it were one of the older janitors, like Mr. Blatchford who was fifty and balding, she would have fucked him, sucked his cock, let him eat her, eat his asshole or sit on his face. Enormously excited by the prospect of fucking, she took out her good, old standard-the inverted dildo.
She walked to the eating quarters, chatting gaily with the other nuns, their white habits floating behind them like a flock of flying geese. As she sat eating her dinner, talking about her students and school, she pushed the dildo in and out of her, anxiously awaiting her secret lover. She was glad someone knew. She hoped whoever he was that he was just a good lay.
Skipping dessert, she returned to her room and decided on a full bath. She dripped water across her lovely full breasts and watched the chrystal drops reflect light on her goose-bumped flesh. She opened her cunt to allow water to seep in and plunged in and out of it with her finger. She cleaned her asshole the same way, stretching out the walls to allow water to seep in and seep out until her rectum was tight and squeaky clean.
When she got out of the bath, she filled her douche bag with lukewarm water and a drop of perfume she saved in a little known corner of her medicine cabinet. Although she was not allowed to wear make-up or even show her hair in public, she bit her lips to turn them red, and pinched the flesh for rosiness around her cheekbones. Since she was alone in her room, she allowed her long, silky, close-to-black hair cascade across her soft, white shoulders. She wore only her slip and panties as she relaxed across her bed, waiting for a caller.
Immediately, there was a knock. She felt a slight pang of anticipation in her gut, and her heartbeat quickened. She calmly walked towards the door, and asked who it was.
"It's Sister Anna," said the visitor.
"Oh fuck!" thought the nun to herself. "She may be my closest friend in this convent, but she may ruin everything."
Sister Anna Mathew smiled exuberantly and sat at the edge of her bed. Sister Mary got back on the bed too, assuming a more nun-like position by closing her legs and folding her arms over her breasts.
"Excuse me for being dressed this way, Sherry."
Sherry was Sister Anna's name before she took on her nun's vow. It was one of the secrets they shared-Sherry also called Sister Mary, Noreen.
"Oh, no Noreen. Don't be modest. The habits are so containing. I often do the same as you. They're so hot and oppressive I just like to air out sometimes."
"Oh exactly!" said Noreen. "I can see why God created Adam and Eve without clothes. It's too bad they ate the apple or we'd still be enjoying that."
"Really. I see you still shave your legs and your underarms. Most of the other nuns don't bother since we don't get to wear any stylish clothes."
Their eyes looked into each other as if they wanted to share a trust. Sherry began stroking Noreen's leg.
"It's so smooth," she said, casually stroking her thigh.
"Tell me Noreen, do your breasts still stand up the way they used to? Why, I remember when I used to push out my breasts in high school so the boys would notice me. It seemed I was so proud of them they were actually healthier and more appealing."
"Oh yes, mine do," she said, hoping she was reading Sister Anna right. She pulled off her bra, and like two setting suns in a creamy sky, her nipples presented their feminine beauty. Sherry had to hold her reactions back. She was so hot and horny for sex, and before she married Jesus, she had been a practicing bisexual. Her twat began seeping.
"They sure do. They're quite lovely," she said, and she brought her waiting open palms to the bottom of them. Her warm tits seemed to melt in pleasure above them.
"Oh, Noreen!" she said, springing onto the bed. "I want to make love to you. God save us, but I want to feel you! I want to make love to you! I want to kiss your soft, moist lips!"
Noreen held her to her chest, their bodies fallen into a feast of arms.
"Do you want to kiss me?" Noreen asked.
"Yes," she said, and they opened their mouths. They touched, brushed lips and then slammed their faces hard into each other's mouth's. Sister Mary was impassioned. She had hoped her visitor would be a man, but she was bathed in the erotic feminine energy from Sister Anna. Their warm tongues whorled in a long embrace. Mary pulled the habit off of her, revealing her naked body. It turned her on to see the light bristle of unshaved hair on the other nun's legs and the blonde nest of hair in her armpits.
The two nuns lay by each other and Sherry got on top after a while. Their big tits rubbed against each other, their nipples sliding over the smooth flesh. Their soft bellys burned against each other. "Oh Noreen, this feels so good," said Sherry.
"Yes, it's wonderful," said Noreen, spreading her legs beneath her. "Put your hand on my vagina."
Noreen guided her finger into her vagina while her stomach was stroked by her other long, bony finger. Sherry slipped her finger in and out of her pussy getting her hot and horny. Noreen's clit was standing on end. Her tits, ass and stomach were goose pimpled.
Noreen looked down at her pussy which was hot and oozing between her thighs. Her pubic hair was wet and she fingered herself a little.
"Noreen, I want to lick your cunt. Get up on the bed and shove your ass in my face. I want to fill you up with my mouth muscle."
She did so, leaning over her headboard. Sherry played with her ass, plying her warm buttocks and spreading her asscheeks apart. When her slit was cherry red and damp, she tongued it savagely and then stuck it far up into her shit canal.
"Oh God, Sherry! That's so fantastic. Your finger could never give me that beautiful feeling."
Sherry kissed all over her ass and into its crack and on her exposed beaver.
"Do that some more!" cried Noreen. "Somehow your licking my asshole really turns on my twat too!"
"Sure," she said, slipping her tongue back into Noreen's anal darkness. She continued licking while Noreen ground her asscheeks into her face.
"Sherry, do you want me to do that to you?"
"Yes! I'd love for you to do a little number on my butthole." Sherry took her head out and they switched positions. Noreen applied her hands to her smooth broad ass while rubbing her shaved legs over the slightly bristly, hairy legs of the other nun.
"Sherry, your butt is so firm and springy and smooth."
Noreen slid her tongue along the nun's ass crease, giving her a good hot supply of her tongue's meat. She pushed her tongue all the way past her and inside of her colon.
"I've loved giving guys a good rim job, but somehow, Sherry giving it to a woman who's my friend makes me see how much of a turn-on it is to eat a shithole. It's so nice and tight and then it softens up around my tongue."
"Good," said Sherry, reaching from behind herself to feel Noreen's hanging tits. She also used her other hand to stick into her leaky twat. She got a handful of frothy juice as she plied into her vaginal tube, extending all of her fingers into its expanses.
Noreen stopped her rimming and laid her legs over the bed, her ass sitting, but leaned back to expose her feminine glory.
"I want to feel your tongue raging in my quim," she said to Sherry.
"Great," said Sherry, getting her body between her long, silky legs. Her open bush was really turning her on. She supplied her wet, drooling tongue to her cunt, licking all around it and nuzzling into her pubic hair.
"How do you like it?" she asked.
"It's hot," said Noreen, closing her eyes to receive the bliss that turned between her legs. Sherry gripped her around the ass and Noreen pulled her face into her lower abdomen to feel all her face pressed on her skin.
"Noreen, this is how I hoped it would be," Sherry said, returning to her licking. Her cunt was drooling as she thought how nice, juicy and warm it was to have her tongue up her fat, oozy twat. Her other she slipped up to Noreen's ass, taking her middle digit and planting it in her bunghole. While she squirmed her finger up her ass, she found her clit as her lips were looser and flapping around her puckered mouth. She flapped it around with her tongue.
"Lemme lick you," Noreen said, and they lay on the ground with Noreen on top of her, her face hovering over her cunt, her own cunt lowered over Sherry's pussy drenched face. Noreen began drilling her vagina, making sure her clit was always touched by her tongue as it slipped along her vaginal walls. Their orgasms were shaking up and chills began running all through their bodies. Noreen could sense that Sherry was about to ready to come so she intensified her clitoral attacks. The both of them were heaving up and down as their juices were close to boiling. They came within milliseconds of each other, shaking their quivering titties as a rush of energy thrilled all through them.
Their exhausted, thoroughly satisfied bodies went limp on each other. They cuddled with their moist pussy lips touching. They palmed each others asses as they caught their breath.
"You know Sherry, that was some lay. Are you totally gay?"
"Oh, I suppose so. I guess I'm bisexual because before I became a nun I was attracted to a few men, but I always preferred to fuck with women. I guess I always felt guilty about that since I knew I could never marry a man without wanting to have sex with women outside of our marriage. I also felt very guilty about my lesbian feelings, being a Catholic girl and all."
"Yes, I suppose that's why I became a nun," said Sister Mary. "Because I felt very guilty about my sexual feelings and the fact that I had incest with both of my parents."
"Both of them?"
"Yes. It all happened in two days where I blew a priest at the confessional and was sodomised by some hoods on the way home. My father became angry and fucked my vagina. My mother seduced me the next day and ... Well, it's a long terrible story I'll tell you someday. Anyway, I have to say that note you left under my blankets sure threw me for a jolt. I was both scared and turned on and I only suspected that it wouldn't be a man."
"I'm sorry, Noreen. I don't really know what you're talking about."
"Didn't you leave me a note on my bed?"
"No, I'm afraid I didn't."
"Then, Sherry, why did you feel it was safe to come here and have sex with me. For all you might have known, I was just like any other nun."
"No, because I saw you go into that adult book store the time we all went to the movies. When I got the chance, I looked into your purse and saw all the dildos and things you bought."
"Why you nasty little nun, you."
The sisters hugged and felt each other, talking about their sexual frustration, lesbianism and the ways that they masturbated. Each of them was able to give the other a few tips.
"Noreen, my favorite way is to give myself about a gallon enema before I go in the shower. Then I take the shower off the hook and direct the stream onto my clit. Just as I start to come, I release all the water. It's shitty water, but it just goes right down the drain."
"Really!"
"Yes. Another one of my favorite ways is to take a rubber pipe and shove one end up my ass and the other into my cunt. Then I shove it into my cunt, then into my ass, going back and forth."
"Wow. You'll have lend me that hose. I thought of a new way to masturbate to. I pick up that chair over there, the heavy upholstered one, and lift the leg onto my cunt. Then I press my cunt muscles together as tight as I can, but that chair is so heavy that eventually, that whole seven inch leg works its way inside."
"Great! I'll try that with my chair!"
The two of them decided to get dressed. They kissed each other good night. Sister Mary dressed in her robe and wondered who the note was from. She anxiously waited, hoping that it was only a threat because she had just had a good fuck. She sat in her bed reading. Later in the evening, she heard a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"It's me, Sister Mary. Howard Blatchford."