Chapter 2
When Linda awoke, she sighed happily, then realized that her hand was under her thin cotton nightgown, cupping the hair-ringed pink slit between her legs! Oh, no! she thought, dismayed to find her fingers were warm and sticky. She'd been touching herself again! She curled her fingers into a tight fist, determined not to fall prey to such sinful actions.
Now that she'd entered her novitiate and was helping to care for the orphans at the convent school of St. Maria's, she just had to conquer the demon between her legs. Touching herself there was sinful—even in sleep—and she always felt so guilty afterwards that she knew it must be wrong.
But the itch grew steadily wore, and the plump folds of sensitive flesh down there felt all swollen and hot. Linda clenched her ass cheeks, but that only made it worse. She felt warm juice run from her pussy and the terrible heat grew and grew. Her face felt hot and she clenched her teeth and moaned.
She knew that sexual feelings and the act of love—in marriage—were gifts from God, but they were also a trial and, in many circumstances, a sin. She'd never talked about her problem with Mother Superior or any of the other nuns, and she was too embarrassed to mention it to the other novitiates. What if she was the only one with such a problem?
"Oh!" Without her noticing, Linda's hand had uncurled and her fingers were once again working in the moist center of her soft, chestnut-colored pubic hair. Her large tits jiggled and heaved and she began to tremble and writhe uncontrollably. She felt the hot wetness of her steaming labes surround her fingers.
"Merciful God in Heaven!" she gasped as her back arched and she exploded.
"Ahhh-h-h-h! Ahhh-h-h-h! Ahhh-h-h-h!" Linda chanted as her virginal cunt pounded out its orgasm.
A few minutes later .thoroughly ashamed by the weakness of her will, Linda was washing the evidence of her body's demands from her fingers. Then she dressed and began thinking of breakfast. But with her every step her sensitive, still-swollen pussylips rubbed together, reminding her of her sensuality. There was a light tapping at her door just as she prepared to leave.
"Linda?" a voice whispered. "It's Mary. Can I come in?"
When Linda opened the door Mary rushed in, a pair of tweezers in her hand and her face very red.
"Oh, Linda," the girl gasped, "you've got to help me! I-I've got a splinter and I can't get it out!"
Mary was also a novitiate, a young blonde with a sweet, oval face and pale, nearly invisible eyebrows and lashes. She was one of Linda's best friends in the convent, but Linda suspected that Mary wasn't as sincere about becoming a nun as she ought to be. Judge not . . . Linda warned herself severely, and asked the girl why she didn't see Sister Paschal, who was the convent's unofficial nurse.
"Oh, I simply couldn't!" Mary said, wide-eyed. ''She'd tell Mother Superior!"
"About a splinter?" Linda asked with mild amusement.
"About how I got it," Linda said. She hesitated. "Promise you won't tell?"
"Of course," Linda replied, wondering what could be so awful about getting a splinter.
"Well, it was so warm this morning that I, uh, didn't dress when I got up and, well, I sat down on the bench in the courtyard." She thrust the tweezers into Linda's hand.
"But how—I mean what's so terrible about that?" Linda asked. "I've been in the courtyard in my nightgown many times. Mother Superior doesn't care."
"Linda," Mary said slowly, "I said I didn't dress when I got up. I wasn't wearing a night-gown."
"You mean you were sleeping in the nude?" Linda asked in a shocked whisper.
"Yes. I often sleep that way. It's much more comfortable."
"And you went down to the courtyard without . . . without anything on at all?"
"Yes."
"Oh, how could you?" Linda cried.
"Well, it was very early, and no one was up, and it just seemed so daring you know? Half the fun, the thrill, was the danger in walking past all those doors in my bare feet. And then it felt so good in the courtyard with the breeze blowing all over me!"
"Merciful Heaven!" Linda gasped. "I'd never have the nerve!"
Mary giggled. "I don't think I'll ever gather up enough courage again, either. When that splinter went in, I let out a yell like all the fiends in Hell were after me. And then I got scared that I'd woke up every one and would get caught, so I fairly flew to my room! I've been waiting for you to wake up so I could get the damn—sorry!—so I could get the splinter out. I just can't reach it."
Linda looked at the tweezers. "Where is it?" she asked.
Linda was struck wordless as Mary turned around, lifted her long skirt above her waist and bent forward. She swallowed nervously at the sight of Mary's thin panties stretched tightly over the bulging curves of her ass. The girl's pubic hair was just a puffy clump of pale fuzz under the sheer panties, and Linda felt her stomach flutter nervously.
"Come on, Linda," Mary whined. "It hurts."
"Wh-where is it?" Linda whispered.
"Oh. Here," Mary said, and tugged her panties down past her upper thighs. "See?"
Linda's breath caught in her throat. She forgot all about the tweezers in her hand. The blinding white expanse of Mary's plump ass cheeks alone would have rendered Linda wide-eyed with shock and nearly speechless, but below the girl's jutting ass was her pudgy pink pussy, plainly visible through its covering of pale golden hairs. It was the source, Linda knew, of all that was forbidden and exciting—and sinful.
Mary looked impatiently over her shoulder. "Don't you see it?" she asked.
Not trusting her voice, Linda shook her head.
Mary's hand reached behind and clutched the lower part of her left ass cheek and part of tier inner thigh, pulling the soft flesh away from its twin. There, halfway between her exposed asshole and the plump folds bulging from between her upper thighs, was a dark spot, no bigger than a pimple.
In spite of her shock and inhibition, Linda was fascinated by her friend's private parts. She'd had no idea you could see a girl's cunt from the back, but Mary's stuck right out, pink and pursed, and not at all disgusting and ugly as she'd imagined such a forbidden part of the body would be. In fact, she thought, as he inched the tweezers forward, Mary's cunt was really quite pretty, in a strange sort of way. But she'd die before admitting such a thought to anyone.
"Ohhh," Mary fidgeted, squirming nervously as the tweezers bumped the splinter and hurt her. "Take it easy."
Linda tried, but found she couldn't use the tweezers effectively unless she used her other hand to pull Mary's flesh away and steady it.
"I-I'm sorry," Linda whispered, "but I'm going to have to t-touch you to get it out. Do you mind very much?"
"No, just get it out," Mary whimpered.
"Don't move," Linda warned.
Her mouth went dry as she touched the girl's soft ass lightly, trailing her fingers over that smooth, warm skin and then sinking them into its yielding softness. Carefully, she tugged one tempting ass cheeks away from its partner, and felt her own cunt twitch anxiously.
Immediately, Linda was ashamed. How could she let herself become excited by another girl's body? she wondered with dismay. But even as she wondered, the excitement of the new sensations imparted to her from viewmg her girl friend's naked ass and touching it as well, made her shiver.
She pinched with the tweezers, trying to hurry in order to get this ordeal over with, to conquer temptation by removing it. But Mary yelped and wiggled her ass and Linda's fingers lost their grip and slipped through Mary's soft pubic hair and into the flesy, moist mound beneath.
"Ohhh!" Linda gasped, pulling her fingers away as if they'd been burnt. "I'm sorry! It was an accident!"
"D-don't worry about it," Mary stammered, trembling and breathing heavily. "Just, just get rid of the splinter. Please!"
Linda's cheeks felt hotter than ever as she realized that Mary's cunt felt just like her own. Mary's pussy was now a bright pink and Linda suddenly realized that the area had become suffused with blood. Her accidental touch had brought a flush to Mary's pussy!
Steeling herself, she once again drew her girl friend's ass cheek away from its twin and aimed the tweezers. Once again, the splinter got away, and Linda realized Mary's ass was slippery with a fine sheen of sweat which had broken out on the girl's smooth skin. She muttered an apology and tried again, but with no more luck than the previous times. Then she drew back and stared, thinking she must be mistaken. Her mouth hung open when she realized that she'd seen movement in the plump folds between Mary's spread legs! Those soft, pink cuntlips were beginning to twitch and open!
"What's wrong?" Mary asked when Linda's fingers didn't return.
"Y-your skin's too slippery," Linda stammered. "The tweezers kept sliding off the splinter. Wait, I'll get a handkerchief and pat you dry."
Mary stayed in position, her hands on her knees, until Linda returned. As she brought the handkerchief near, Linda saw the small, pursed hole at the top of Mary's pussy open slightly. A little dark orifice appeared and a trickle of fluid oozed from it. Linda's nostrils dilated as her friend's steamy, musky fragrance wafted up, and then the handkerchief was there, trying to wipe her dry.
"Ohhhh," Mary sighed, squirming her ass cheeks in Linda's red face. "D-don't rub too hard, Linda, I'm really sensitive there!"
"So am I," Linda answered without thinking, then gasped with new embarrassment.
Mary's groan was interrupted by a giggle. "You wouldn't know unless you've been touching yourself there!" she whispered. "I'm glad. I thought maybe I was the only one."
"Why, that's what I was thinking," Linda said.
While they were talking, Linda absent-mindedly ran the handkerchief in small circles around the damp area. Soon, however, her aim had strayed, and she noticed that the handkerchief was soaked and that her fingers were getting wet. The more she rubbed, the more juice seemed to flow from Mary's little, hair-ringed cunt.
Linda took the handkerchief away and stared at the pink pussy, entranced. Mary was trembling like the proverbial leaf in a windstorm from all the rubbing. Slowly, hardly knowing what she was doing, she let her hand trail over the smooth, warm flesh of her friend's trembling ass.
Her fingers slipped lower and lower, almost of their own accord, until they encountered the silkiness of Mary's nearly colorless pubic hair. The girl whimpered and pushed back with her ass, and Linda found her palm cupping the wet, fleshy little mound. Its heat burnt her as Mary's hips squirmed and she sucked in her breath with a loud gasp.
''Oh, oh, oh!" she chanted, and then jerked as Linda's fingers accidentally touched her slippery clit. The oily little bud slid away and Linda, with guilt-tinged fascination, not knowing what that stiff lump was, tried to find it again.
Mary's groan of pleasure was interrupted by the ringing of bells. Both girls were jarred back to reality. "Oh, my God!" Linda,cried, pulling herself away. "What have I done?"
Mary merely looked embarrassed and frustrated as her own hand started toward her groin and then hesitated. Trembling and swallowing hard, she stood and pulled her panties up. Her skirt dropped into place.
"I-I'll have to leave the splinter there," she said in a shaky voice. "It'll serve as a sort of penance."
"Oh, Mary!" Linda cried. "I'm sorry! I-I didn't mean to—to touch you!"
"I-I know you didn't. It was my fault. I knew it was wrong to, to expose myself to you and, I shouldn't have been naked in the first place or nothing would have happened. I'm the one who's at fault. Let's just forget all about this, all right? It just never happened."
Linda nodded, but she knew things would never be the same in the convent again. Every time she saw one of the girls—or even a nun—she'd know what their private parts would feel like, look like and, and even smell like!
She felt her face flame again at the awful thought of smelling a girl's ... her mind hesitated at using the names she'd heard whispered, but eventually she couldn't help herself. The harder she tried not to think of those words, the more they came to her mind. A girl's pussy, twat, and, the worst one of all—cunt!
I touched Mary's cunt, Linda thought, honest enough to admit to herself that, although it was supposed to be sinful and awful, she just didn't feel that way. Intellectually, she knew it was wrong for one girl to touch another's pussy, but emotionally she could feel only excitement and terrible frustration.
As she hurried down to breakfast she found herself wishing that the bells had rung half an hour later. Then both she and Mary would have been satisfied, and neither would probably feel any guiltier than they did now.
A little more than an hour later Linda was supervising the children in the big yard back of the convent. The main road out of town ran right past the yard and Linda had often suggested to Mother Superior that a fence should be built to protect the children from chasing a ball into the road. But there was no money, so Linda kept a close eye on every child.
She was near the edge of the yard herself when Bob's car pulled up to the curb and stopped. He opened the door on the passenger side and called out to her.
"Do you have a doctor here?" His voice wasn't very strong, and Linda stepped forward to hear him better.
"I-I'm having chest pains," he gasped. "I think it's my heart." He groped for air and half-collapsed back inside the car. Linda rushed up to the open door, her long skirts flying.
She had no warning of danger. One minute she was bending over him, about to place her hand over his heart, the next minute he had shoved a wet, strange-smelling cloth over her nose and mouth. His other hand held the back of her head, keeping her in place. She gasped and immediately felt weak and dizzy. Fear gripped her and she began to struggle.
"I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm not ..."
Bob kept repeating the phrase over and over into her ear as the girl gradually lost consciousness. He felt guilty about this part of it, the terror she must have experienced before the chloroform took effect. But it was the quickest and least terrifying method he'd been able to think of. He had no intention of hurting her, but it would be difficult for him to convince her of that.
He slammed the door and drove off with Linda slumped on the seat beside him. He glanced briefly from the road, taking in the enormous thrust of her tits beneath her habit. He reached out and gave the nearest one a squeeze.
"Ohhh, Jeez," he sighed, feeling the excitement building up in his balls. Her tits were as soft as he'd known they would be!
Forty-five minutes later Bob was in his mountain cabin. He'd prepared it for years, keeping it a secret even from his wife. No one knew he owned it, and there were no neighbors nearer than three miles. He carried Linda inside, placed her on the bed, and began unbuttoning her habit.
"Mmmmm!" Bob grunted, almost struck dumb by the extremely well-developed body of the girl.
Her tits were two enormous white globes of quivering flesh, tautly stretching her bra to bursting. Even through the sturdy material he could see her dark, turgid tips. Quickly, he dragged her skirt from her limp body and bent to kiss the smooth, warm perfection of her belly, and rest his face in the dark brown bush peeping through her panties. He could smell her sweet musk.
Then he used two pieces of thick, soft, slightly elastic cord to tie her ankles to the bed. He stood back and admired his work. The girl's legs were spread widely apart, straining the muscles on the insides of her upper thighs. Curly brown hairs sprouted from the sides of her tight panty crotch, which had slid into the crack of her full ass cheeks, exposing quite a bit of her milk-white, inviting flesh.
Bob rubbed his cock a few times and waited for her to awaken.