Chapter 3
The girls' locker room at St. Francis High School was quiet and deserted. Sister Grace removed her shoes and socks and explored the dimly lit place thoroughly, walking as quietly as a cat. She knew there was nobody here-in fact, she was quite sure there was nobody else in the entire school-but it wouldn't hurt to make sure.
The school year had ended last Friday, and summer school wouldn't begin until next
Monday. For this week the school would be a big empty brick building. Come next Monday a few dozen kids would begin summer school in order to make up missed classes, or to get a head start for next fall. Sister Jocelyn and herself would be the only nuns teaching. All the other nuns at the convent had left for the summer to take college courses or to make retreats or visit family. Sister Grace, being the youngest nun, and new to this school and convent, and Sister Jocelyn, being the mother superior of the convent, had been chosen to remain behind to handle summer school.
Sister Grace didn't mind too much, because she had had enough of college for a while and welcomed the break from studying. She wasn't too enthused about staying behind as the only companion to Sister Jocelyn, however, for the big tough nun made her nervous. Sometimes when she was in Sister Jocelyn's company she became so uptight she would freeze up, holding her breath and her body going rigid.
Sister Jocelyn was one of those stern-faced, hardened nuns. She was by no means old-probably about thirty-five-and not even bad-looking. In fact, when Sister Jocelyn smiled, out of kindness rather than out of scorn, she could look downright glamorous. The tall, large-boned nun made Sister Grace think of an Amazon, one of those mythical female warriors who were both beautiful and cruel.
Sister Grace had seen the big nun punch muscular male athletes in the mouth, had seen her once even knock a tooth out of the mouth of another nun during an argument. At the same time, she'd seen the tough mother superior caress and kiss an upset female student or one of the younger nuns. Sister Jocelyn seemed to treat the younger nuns much better than those close to her own age or older than herself, so Sister Grace had her fingers crossed that this summer she could gain the favor of Sister Jocelyn.
Sister Grace had come to St. Francis High School only five months ago. She had requested a reassignment from her cloistered status four years ago and had been granted it. She had spent the last four years attending a college of the order and preparing herself to teach high school. Now she'd completed one entire semester as a teacher, but she found it almost too good to be true. Here she was, a teacher, and out in the world-to a certain degree, anyway-again.
She had resigned herself to a life of prayer and silence and boredom, to a life in a cloistered convent where the only people she ever saw were the other nuns, and the priest who came in daily to say mass. It had been a difficult life, a frustrating life, but now it was over. For some reason, the guilt that had sent her to the convent in the first place had mercifully left her. She no longer felt guilty about her father's death.
In fact, there were times now when she felt like beating her head against the wall for having ever felt any guilt at all. She hadn't killed her father-rich food and heavy drink had killed him. Although he had died shortly after fucking her on that sunny afternoon many years ago, it wasn't the fucking that had killed him. It had been a heart attack, the result of forty years of well-marbled steaks and strong whiskey.
Sister Grace quickly and deliberately undressed, concentrating on the complexity of the clothing that made up her nun's habit. She found that concentrating on a task, any task, took her mind immediately away from thoughts about her father and that gruesome afternoon on which he'd died, on which her mother had learned the truth about him fucking Grace. Grace had accepted the guilt for the entire scandalous affair and for her father's death and had vowed to do penance for her sins for the rest of her life. She'd been a slut, no denying that, no denying it even now. She still was a slut. She'd been born a slut. It was her nature. How could God blame her for being what he'd made her?
She was naked at last, freed from the mummy-like bindings of her habit. She stretched in the cool air of the locker room like a wood-nymph who had just awakened in a forest cave. She looked at her clothes, which she'd folded in neat piles along one of the gray locker room benches, and she almost laughed. Even when it was ninety degrees outside she was obligated to be dressed up in all those skirts and robes and head-bindings.
Performing a pirouette, her tits wobbling when she stopped, she thought for a moment that she never wanted to smother herself in all those clothes again. She loved being naked, had always loved being naked, had been caught naked by her father up in the hayloft when she hadn't even budded tits yet. She had bent over naked for her father only moments later so he could ram his big uncut cock up her virgin pussy.
She could still remember the explosive pain when her cherry had snapped, could still feel her father's enormous cock ramming into her like a red-hot crowbar. She'd screamed, her entire young body flushed and shuddering. Her father had stuffed his big, manure-smelling fist into her mouth, ramming his huge prick in and out of her ultra-tight, bleeding pussy until he'd exploded streams of molten cum into her. And then she had come too, her ravaged young cunt squeezing like a frantic fist around her father's jerking, spurting cock.
She'd never forget the excruciating pleasure of that first fuck. It was three times as intense as any orgasm she'd ever achieved by masturbating herself, and she knew the moment she felt it that she would want to feel it again and again and again. And until her father had died of the heart attack and she had fled to the convent she had felt that pleasure again and again and again.
She'd fucked the cock of every boy she could get her hands on, had at one time taken on five randy farm boys at once. She had fucked her father so much that he sometimes told her to go away because he couldn't handle another fuck so soon. She'd been an insatiable young slit, and ten years of hiding in a convent and praying hadn't changed her needs. Her pussy still screamed for cock.
The pussyjuice ran down her legs in hot streams now, trickled past her knees and down the insides of her smooth calves and down over her ankles. Drops of it darkened the concrete of the floor. She rubbed her legs together, shimmied slime-slick skin against slime-slick skin. Her cunt lips worked against each other, sending shivers of heat and excitement up through her loins.
She'd always been a juicy bitch, juicy to the point of embarrassment. She had never been able to understand why she oozed so much juice when she was excited. She knew that other females secreted some pussyjuice when they were excited, but none of the girls she'd talked to had ever admitted to putting out rivers of it. It bubbled out of her cunt when she was hot, and when she came it sprayed out of her. The farm boys and her father had claimed they'd never seen anything like it.
After years of searching through medical books, sexology books, and various magazines-which she'd had access to during her four years of college training-she had run across an article in a Lesbian newspaper in which the problems of an over-juicy pussy were discussed. She'd learned from that article that the excessive secretion of cunt-juice was common to many women, that indeed many women did spray hot juice during their orgasms. The article had not only relieved Grace of the fear that something was wrong with her, but it had excited her and had been a motivating force in her decision to resume fucking. The other motivating force had been the young male students of St. Francis High School. They all had cocks, and they all got hard, and she wished she could fuck every one of them!
The college she'd attended had been all-female. Even the teachers had been females, except for a few gray-haired priests. On her first day of classes at St. Francis High five months ago, she had dribbled juice all day long. The sight of the three-hundred or so boys had gotten her so excited that she'd hardly been able to teach. She'd made a bumbling idiot of herself by blushing incessantly, by stammering, and wobbling on her feet. To her relief, the students and other nuns had apparently attributed her behavior to first-day jitters. After a long night of masturbation, she had drained off enough fuck-tension to allow herself to function more normally on the second day of classes. But the boys had been a continual distraction for her. She wanted them all.
In class she could literally smell them. It was the same musky male scent that had driven her crazy as a young girl. And she couldn't keep her eyes off their crotches. She could look under their desks from her own desk at the head of the classroom, and she could see their hard-ons swelling in their tight jeans, could watch them adjust their big throbbing pricks in their pants. The juice would run out of her, and often she would shimmy her legs together and bring herself off right there. She couldn't help herself. But she wasn't the only person to masturbate in the classroom. Her students did it too, quite often.
The boys especially, liked to jack off in class. They would do so by rubbing their upright hard-ons against a heavy book which they'd propped up in their laps, or they would shove their hands into their pockets and grab their cocks to jack off. Hardly a day went by when one boy or another didn't bring himself off in class, his body stiffening and his eyes rolling as he fucked his hot cum-load into his jeans.
And Sister Grace would always come with the boy, having watched his masturbatory antics and having brought herself to a climax with him by squeezing together her legs. Some of the girls in class would bring themselves off by the leg-squeezing method, and often they would do so in unison with a boy across the aisle, the boy and the girl watching each other masturbate and achieving their hot climaxes together.
Sister Grace always watched the boys with their hard-ons and the masturbating boys and girls with discrete glances. She couldn't let them know she was watching them otherwise, they might stop. Or, perhaps worse, things might get out of hand. Class masturbation might become an epidemic and word would surely get out that Sister Grace not only allowed it, but that she enjoyed watching it. Maybe the kids would even suspect that she was doing it herself behind her own desk. She couldn't have that. They'd send her back to the cloister for the rest of her life.
Sister Grace pranced around the locker-room, her tits bouncing, her ass wiggling freely, her pussylips rubbing against each other as she walked. The fuck-juice continued to dribble out of her, and she left a trail of wet spots behind her on the gray concrete. It was so much fun just being naked and walking around. She wished to God she could do this more often, but there was no place else to do it. She didn't dare do it in her room at the convent because there were no locks on the doors and anybody might walk in and catch her. Even now, when all the other nuns were gone except Sister Jocelyn, it would be dangerous to go nude in her room.
She paused in front of the large wall mirror, admiring her milk-white and perfectly naked body. Her cunt bush was fleecy black, the hairs shiny under the overhead lights. Against all regulations, she'd allowed her head hair to grow out, and now it fell the length of a pageboy cut, falling halfway down her neck in back, covering her ears, a rich shiny black. She raised her arms and admired the tufts of black hair in her armpits. Though she shaved her legs, she let her armpits grow, mainly because it felt so sexy. She dropped her arms, and her tits wobbled.
She had big tits despite her petite body. They were big, but they drooped very little, standing out like big milky cones capped with large pointed nipples that were presently flushed to the color of an excited cockhead. Her slender waist widened at the hips to give her a much better than average female shape. She knew she had a beautiful moon-shaped ass. All the boys used to comment on it, used to bite it and pinch it and lick it. Even after all these years she could still clearly remember the feel of a boy's hot tongue licking out her ass. She shivered.
She went quickly to locker two-zero-two and spun the padlock dial-first right, then left, then right. The lock dropped open and she yanked it off the locker and swung the metal door open, immediately pulling a large cardboard box out and dropping it on the bench behind her. She sat on the bench and began rummaging through the box. She was so hot and juicy that within seconds her ass was sliding on the bench in her own cunt-drool.
She pulled clothing out of the box. Panties, panties, and more panties-the panties left behind by so many girls at the end of the school year. She'd been assigned the task of cleaning out the lockers here in the girls' locker room last Friday, and she'd been instructed to dispose of any clothing left behind, but instead of throwing the panties away she'd secretly kept them.
She had a few dozen panties of all colors hoarded in this box, and the smell of teenaged cunt was intense. She liked to put the panties on, liked perfuming her own cunt with the cunt-scents of other girls, liked to sniff the panties. She knew how wicked and strange doing these things was, but this knowledge only excited her more. A heap of panties lay on the floor next to her feet now, but she had no interest in them at the moment. She'd uncovered other objects, which she found much more interesting.
She lifted the eight jockstraps out of the box along with the other items. At first she'd been unable to figure out what jockstraps were doing in girls' lockers. Then it occurred to her that the jocks were either love-tokens boys had given their girlfriends or jack-off objects certain girls had snitched from boys. It was only logical that girls would collect jockstraps the way boys collected girls' panties. She buried her face in the jockstraps, inhaling the aroma of teenaged cocks and balls. The juice gushed out of her, dripping off the edge of the bench.
She dropped the jocks and picked up five cum-filled condoms. The various-colored rubbers were tied at the open end to seal in the cum. The condoms were fat with heavy loads of teenaged jism and they smelled of rubber and pussy. Apparently it was the custom of some of the girls here at St. Francis High to save the fuck-juice of their studs. Sister Grace had discovered the five condoms in five different lockers, so the practice was apparently popular. She wished she could have gotten into the lockers before the majority of the girls had cleaned theirs out. She wondered what treasures she would have found then. Possibly she would have found more of the last item she pulled out of the box.
It was a huge rubber dildo, and it weighed several pounds. Sister Grace trembled as she lifted the true-to-life rubber cock out of the box. It was a foot long, thick as a billy club, and it had the head and veins of a real cock. It smelled like cunt-like her own cunt now, since she'd used it a few times in the last few days. Bit when she'd first discovered it last Friday, it had smelled of the cunt or cunts of the girl or girls who had owned it. Sister Grace found the discovery of this dildo to be extremely exciting. It proved to her that other females did things as wild and strangely sexual as she did.
Sister Grace reached down and smeared the pussyjuice that was coating the insides of her thighs. She took the dildo in her dripping hand and rubbed her juice all over the big rubber prick. She caught more pussyjuice from the bench under her ass and rubbed the slick cream all over the cock. She rubbed her ass on the bench, feeling hotter and sexier by the second. She knocked the cardboard box off the bench and swung one leg up so she could straddle the wooden seat. She rubbed her itchy ass back and forth along the bench, greasing it with more of the oily juice that leaked out of her cunt.
"Hot bitch!" she whispered. "I'm a hot bitch! I wanna get fucked! Oooh, I wanna get fucked!"
She lay back on the bench suddenly and kicked her wide-spread legs up in the air. As she bent her legs and brought her knees toward her shoulders, she reached behind them with the dripping dildo and shoved the big prick against her swollen cunt lips. The juice bubbled out of her pussy and ran down her asscrack like hot water. She rammed the big dildo up her cunt.
Her toes clutched at the balls of her feet. Her nipples throbbed. Her entire cunt and ass-hole were filled with delicious tingles, and the fuck-tension in her loins tightened unbearably as the big prick stuffed eight inches of her pussy.
"Ohhh, fuck meee!" she moaned, tossing her head on the bench. "Yes yes yes, fuck meeee!" She twisted the dildo, working it in and out of her cunt. Her hard clit squirmed against the shaft of the sliding dildo and needles of fuck-heat spread through her cunt.
Oh, this was so good! Sooo good! This was so much better than rubbing herself off with her hands, better than finger-fucking. The dildo was big and fat and rubbery-hard. It felt a lot like a real cock, except that it wasn't hot, and it didn't throb and quiver. She had to move it in and out with her hands. She couldn't just relax and enjoy it. She had to work for her pleasure. It was hard work, causing her hands and forearms to ache, but it was worth it. There was nothing like the feel of a big hard veiny cock sliding in and out of your cunt, even if it was a rubber cock.
The dildo squished inside her and the juice leaked out around it and kept running down her asscrack. The bench under her ass was covered with a puddle of pussyjuice. The aroma of her hot fuck-juices saturated the air all around her and stimulated her. She loved the aroma of cunt almost as much as the aroma of cock and balls and cum. In-out, in-out she plunged the dildo, eight inches at a stroke. She chewed on her right knee, crazy with the sensations gnawing through her loins.
It felt so fucking good. How could anything feel this good? Her idea of heaven was to be able to feel like this nonstop and forever, to feel the sensations of fucking forever and ever and ever. Only in heaven the cock would be real. It would be a hot nine-incher that throbbed and quivered and squirmed inside her. And it would belong to a handsome, muscular young stud, a teenaged bull like Rex Meyer.
She closed her eyes, imagining Rex Meyer humping over her, his big, donkey-like cock plunging in and out of her steaming, clutching, leaking pussy. She wondered how Rex would react to her cunt spraying his balls with hot juice when she came. He would probably bellow and explode into her instantly. And as his jism spurted into her pussy, his hot male sweat would shower down on her like a tropical rain. What a gorgeous young animal that boy was! Mean and muscular, untamed as a wild bull. Oh, to fuck Rex Meyer!
Sister Grace forced a full nine inches of hard rubber in and out of herself, gasping each time the dildo hit bottom, moaning as the rubber veins of the dildo rippled against her swollen and raw cunt lips. Her hard clit bent back and forth as the dildo plunged in and out, filed raw by the sliding rubber. Her loins were shot through with hot sensations, and they felt unbearably tight. They might explode with orgasm at any second.
"Fuck me, Rex," she muttered. "Oh, Rex! Give it to me, baby, give it to me! Oh Rex Rex Rex!"
It was as if she were a farm girl again, squirming under a randy farm boy while she urged him on. She jerked her ass up and down as she fucked the dildo in and out. The squishing of the dildo in her cunt sounded like a hog munching on slop. She was a juicy bitch, a damned juicy bitch, and she loved it-loved it!
"Like it, Rex?" she gasped. "Like my juicy bitch cunt? I'll bet you do! I know you do!" She cranked the dildo madly, as if she were trying to ream all the meat out of her cunt.
"Ohhhh, God!" she moaned. "Goooddd!" Her eyes rolled deliriously in her skull. She felt the pulsations of orgasm beginning in the pit of her loins. The hot feelings washed through her cunt and ass-hole like salty, tingling waves. The juice began to spray out of her.
"Ohhh! Uhhhhh! Ahhh! Eeeeeeeeh!"
She couldn't control herself anymore. She bucked her hips, banged her head on the bench, clutched at the air with her toes. Her hands could hardly hold onto the dildo, drenched as they were with her hot, gushing juices.
"Feels so good!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, ohhhhh!" She twisted the dildo inside her. Her cuntal walls contracted rhythmically around the rubber cock, making it flex in her hands, sending vibrations through it. She chewed her lips with the intensity of her fuck-sensations.
Her orgasm reached a peak and quickly began to subside. Sister Grace smiled with relief. She released the dildo and slowly let her legs down until her feet kissed the cold concrete. The free end of the dildo thudded softly against the bench as the final contractions of her cunt flexed it up and down.
She sighed, letting her arms dangle off the bench, her legs spread wide. Her tits heaved up and down. After a few minutes the dildo began to slide out of her, at last falling into the puddle on the bench as her pussy released it and closed up tight.
The first thing Sister Grace did when she'd regained enough strength to clean up her mess was to lap up the puddle of her cunt-drool from the bench. The second thing she did was to suck the rubber cock clean.
After stashing her collection of sex items back in locker two-zero-two, she headed for the showers, her pussylips rubbing together, her tits wobbling, her ass wiggling. She felt marvelous.