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Sister Mary

By: StoryTeller07



"Reverend mother, do you think Sister Mary is the right one to teach the boys in that class?" Sister Teresa asked.

"If you mean is she qualified, the answer would have to be no. Did you have anyone else in mind?" Reverend mother asked.

"I just thought she is rather young and naive to be teaching sex education, that's all. She's only a novice and not qualified to teach," Sister Teresa added.

"I agree, she has no experience of the outside world at all. She was a foundling and grew up here. I keep meaning to send her out into the world on a mission, perhaps to Africa, but never got around to it. Besides, I'm fond of her, and so are our boys. I was right about them not giving her a hard time over such a difficult subject," she lectured. 

She was gazing out of the window, at a rough sea hitting the rocks below the convent school. Staring out of the window, rather than listening to another of Sister Teresa's complaints, seemed preferable. 

"What exactly does she teach them? There doesn't seem to be a prospectus for that class," Sister Teresa persisted.

"It's the usual nonsense about birds and bees. I know you're fond of strict organisation, so perhaps you could take the classes for a term," she added, looking the sister coldly in the eye. 

"No reverend mother, I am sure she is doing a good job, it's just that some record of progress would be advisable," Sister Teresa suggested. 

"All I care about is the boys, and they seem to have calmed down since the class was started last month. We've had no complaints from the village over rowdy behaviour, and they seem to have settled down to their studies. Reports from other teachers are all very encouraging. My father used to say, 'if it aint broke, don't fix it," Mother Teresa quipped.

She ushered the bothersome sister from her office, saying she had work to do. She made a note to ask Sister Mary to provide a summary of class progress, and conveniently forgot about it.

***

Two weeks ago the first class had finished. The boys, eighteen year olds, had giggled and asked awkward questions, as expected. Though on the whole Sister Mary thought the hour went well.

"Young man, I want a word with you," Sister Mary announced. She tried to put a harsh determined tone into her voice, though a soft country lilt masked the attempt.

James stood at her desk waiting patiently after the others had left. He was worried he might be in trouble, by going too far this time. He had a rebellious streak, and tried to behave in Sister Mary's class. Everyone liked her as she was easy going and fair, unlike the others.

They all asked questions, and she was obviously way out of her depth, only able to mumble a generalised reply. She wasn't a member of the teaching staff, therefore only assigned this class because she was the acting matron. 

Her duties involved organising the laundry, tending to cuts and bruises, as well as comforting those missing their mothers. Everyone liked her, and some adored her as a surrogate mother. Some of the boys had a crush on her. She probably had a good figure under the black bat cape; as they called it. 

"That picture being passed around, show me," she demanded. 

There was only a few weeks to end of term, when they would be free of school. He didn't want to spend the time in detention, instead of having fun with his friends. There was no way around it, he had to hand it over. There was also something naughty and compelling about showing her.

"This is rude. Why did you pass it around James?" she asked, again trying to sound cross.

It was just like Sister Mary, to give him a chance to explain, rather than just issuing a punishment. 

"I, err, well you see. The diagrams are confusing miss, I mean sister. This is just clearer that's all," he said.

"So why did it have to be passed around furtively?" she asked, trying to catch him out. 

He had to think quickly now. "Well, I thought maybe you might be embarrassed, Sister Mary," he said. He was putting on his angelic face, with the most innocent tone he could manage.

"Oh? Do you think this is appropriate in class?" She asked. 

Inside he whooped, for she seemed to be buying it. 

"We have been discussing sexual organs, Sister, and this is an accurate picture, don't you think?" he asked. His eyes blinked rapidly, wondering if he had typically gone too far.

"Well, I suppose so. I'm not sure this is entirely appropriate. What did the other boys think?" she asked. 

James almost smiled, but managed to keep an earnest expression on his face. "They thought it easier to understand Sister. It's clearer than those diagrams, and more real," he suggested, trying to push her into letting him off. 

"Well, perhaps. Do you have any more of these things?" she asked.

"Yes Sister," he blurted out. Damn, she had caught him out!

"Well, in that case, bring them to me, and I'll consider whether to use them in the next class," she told him.

Phew! He had gotten away with it. She obviously wouldn't use them, she was being nice about confiscating them. Wait till he told the others he had gotten away with something, yet again. 

***

The guys looked spooked, when Sister Mary asked James to give out the pictures, cut from a magazine. Most of them had red faces as the pictures were passed from one to another. 

James had seen her with them, thinking she was about to ask if any of the others had such bad pictures concealed in their rooms. Instead she asked him to dish them out to the class. He shrugged his shoulders to the enquiring looks.

"James has pointed out that the diagrams, and flowery examples of the process, were confusing. You will not show these to the younger boys in school, is that clear?" she asked.

"No Sister," was the unanimous reply.

"Good! Well. We can go over last week's subject matter using these examples. As you can see, the pictures display female genitals," she began.

"Sorry to interrupt Sister Mary. Do we have to go over old ground? Could you instead explain what all the bits are?" James asked. 

The rest of the class hushed their murmuring, awaiting an expected explosion.

"Well, err, I'm not sure I can," she mumbled. 

The reverend Mother had told her the import thing was to keep control of the class, as everything else, the subject itself, wasn't important. This opportunity to teach left her feeling it was her duty to make it work. Her lack of knowledge had now been revealed.

"If you are so clever James, perhaps you could explain it to the class," she said. It was a phrase she heard teachers use to put students in their place, though it didn't work for her.

"OK. I think I know some of it," he smiled at her.

Sister Mary was wondering if she would learn something herself. The class seemed attentive, for which she was grateful. He came to a halt after a brief and sketchy explanation. She wasn't so sure he knew what he was talking about. 

"Are you sure, James?" Sister Mary asked.

"Well, I think so," he thoughtfully replied. "Does that happen to you?" he asked, and immediately regretted the rude question. 

He had been going so well, sounding confident, as though he had some experience. The guys had bought it, confirming his bragging about a cousin. He had recounted an experience during the summer break, which in truth was nothing more than a quick fumble. 

Why the hell did he have to ask her that? She looked so embarrassed, she was likely to stop the whole lesson.

"I really can't say. I'm afraid I've lived here all my life and never, err, experienced anything like that," she said, while squirming self-consciously. 

Her embarrassment was more from having to admit a lack of knowledge, rather than what was a very personal question. The boys were all looking at her, with sympathetic looks. It was reassuring, though perhaps it shouldn't have been.

"Are you sure a male actually does that to a female?" she asked, from curiosity and surprise. 

"Oh yes! It's very necessary, otherwise the err, vagina won't be ready," he explained. He tried to sound confident, though his school tie seemed to be strangling him. it was tightening around his throat, making it difficult to speak.

"You said, it has to be rubbed, to grow large enough. Is that what has happened in some of those pictures?" she asked.

The whole class hung on her question, staring at James, wondering how he was going to answer. For the last ten minutes they had been sitting their dumbfounded. How in hell had he got away with such rude statements. They wondered why Sister Mary hadn't put a stop to it.

"I think so," he said, having never thought about it before. "When the clitoris, that little bump, is rubbed the, err, vagina gets bigger," he repeated the earlier explanation.

"Why though? Surely it has been correctly designed to take the male parts," Sister Mary asked. She wore the familiar frown of consternation, that often replaced the pleasant happy smile everyone loved.

She had left out that God would have designed everything to fit properly. It didn't seem right to mention HIM at that moment. Her curiosity was getting the better of her, overruling a better judgement.

"It's usually too small, to err fit," he said, unsure why, though it seemed a vital point. Especially when he had been rubbing June, his cousin. She hadn't explained anything, though her reaction had been a marvel to behold. Certainly more interesting than the 'marvels to behold', recounted in bible classes.

"The ones I have seen have been small enough to fit. Aren't they all the same size?" she asked. 

The boys glanced at each other, sharing smirks. 

"No Sister Mary, I guess that's the reason why. Oh! I guess maybe something else has to be considered," he said, and flushed for the second time.

"That is?" she asked.

"Well. Err, to work properly, err, they have to be, erect. They grow bigger and harder, so as to go inside," James quietly said. 

"Are you making this up as you go along, James," she crossly asked.

"No Sister, honest," he earnestly replied, looking at his friends for backup. They slowly nodded their heads, in confirmation. 

"It all sounds so complicated. The last lesson didn't explain any of this properly. I'm grateful to you James. So, the female vagina grows larger from stimulation of the clitoris. How does the male penis grow larger?" she asked.

James couldn't look at Sister Mary. "By touching it. Differently to the female," he quietly stated. 

All the guys were looking from him to Sister Mary, wondering what she was going to say next. They all knew the answer to this one. They just hoped Billy didn't pipe up with a rude answer. He was the champion flogger for their year; even breaking a long standing record.

In answer to Sister Mary's quizzical look he tried to explain. "When the female touches it and strokes it, it grows larger," he clearly stated. He looked across to Billy with a grimace, warning him not to interrupt. 

Billy couldn't help it. "Sister Mary, I can do it too. I'm a champion, for keeping it up for over two hours," he beamed out with pride.

The class groaned in agony. Would this spoil the atmosphere, to bring this outrageous class to an end? Sister Mary was the only one who would tolerate such a discussion. The others would have called it evil and send them to father Brown for confession.

"I'm not sure how that works, but well done, William," she smiled back at him.

"I can show you if you like, Sister Mary," he said. 

The class thought she was being subtly sarcastic. Everyone made allowances for Billy, though this was too outrageous. Everyone held their breath, waiting for an explosion of anger. 

Trust Billy to spoil everything, by bringing Sister Mary back to normality. James had carried it off, as only he could, so far. Even he couldn't talk his way out of this.

"We have another half hour to go, so a short demonstration would suffice," Sister Mary smiled.

The explosion of air would have knocked a bishops hat off. Everyone looked at each other with shocked looks, brightening their faces. Dare they let him? Sister Mary had seen them in the showers, but here in the classroom? No one was willing to stand up to protect Sister Mary.

Hell! If this got out they would all be expelled. James knew how gullible Sister Mary could be, but this was pushing it too far. Before he could think of anything to stop it, Billy eagerly skipped to the front of the class, right in front of Sister Mary's desk. 

He got out his already erect cock, stimulated from the discussion, the lewd pictures, and his furtive fiddling under the desk.

"My! That is big, William. It's swollen and red, does it hurt?" she asked, sounding concerned. 

James realised she had never seen an erect cock before. The small ones she had glimpsed in the cold showers were nothing compared to Billy's. The guys had often walked out of the shower, when she came by to hurry them up. It had been a dare to show themselves off to her. 

"No, not at all. This is how it's done," he said, and began to fist his cock.

More than a few joined in, with a discreet rub to their trousers under the desk.

"You were right James. I'm sorry I questioned your knowledge," Sister Mary stated. There was something here that rang a bell. Something the sisters had said, about lights out and naughty boys. The sight of him doing such an odd thing, had all of her attention. 

"May I have a look?" she asked.

She moved around from behind her desk, closer to Billy. "James, you said the female touches it. Like William did?" she asked.

"Yes. Well, sometimes, not always like that," he nervously spoke.

"It's fascinating, I had no idea. You were right about the material I was using. It wasn't accurate at all. May I touch it?" she asked Billy, who was just standing there.

He nodded, with a slack jaw. It was dawning on him what he had been doing, in front of one of the nuns.

Sister Mary touched the swollen penis. It was warm and hard, seeming to throb with energy. 

Billy had never had anyone touch him before, and she was a woman. Still a very naive girl, if he had thought about it. His mind was on other things at that moment. He didn't hear the heavy breathing and quiet gasps behind him, from his friends.

Sister Mary reflexively wiped her hands on the bat cape she wore. 

"That was fascinating and very informative. Next week we shall continue, though I'm unsure how," Sister Mary said. Dismissing the class she sat with a look of puzzlement on her face.

James felt some repair work was needed. It was imperative she not tell anyone about this, or there would be hell to pay. He cleared his throat to get her attention, though she spoke first.

"James. These pictures. The vagina doesn't look big enough. Does everyone have such a large penis as William's? I'm concerned he might need some kind of treatment. It looks far too big to fit," she said, with a concerned look on her face.

"His is about average, Sister Mary," James replied. 

"So yours is as big as that?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. It certainly was, he knew for sure, because they had all measured up some time ago. Her look of concern made him explain.

"That's why the vagina needs to be stimulated. It becomes lubricated, so the penis fits," he told her. He was getting used to this. Earlier he had nervously spoken, expecting to be cut short at any moment. 

"I see. You said the penis goes inside. Looking at those pictures I thought it just pressed against the vagina, and well, dribbled in the seed," she said, with a worried look on her face.

"It goes all the way in," he told her.

"Really? Oh dear. There seems a lot to discuss next week. I hope you can enlighten us all, James. It seems I have a lot to learn too," she weakly smiled at him.

He left her sitting at the desk, deep in thought. He too had a lot to think about. If she decided to discuss the class with the proper nuns, he would be dead. Some of them could kill at a thousand yards with a demonic stare. Perhaps demonic wasn't the appropriate word, but neither was angelic.

All next day James worried that at any moment he would be summoned before the Reverend Mother. Instead Sister Mary summoned him. Perhaps she was about to soften the blow of expulsion from school.

He walked into the small room Sister Mary used to comfort the younger boys. The older ones fondly remembered having their faces pressed against those large breasts. It had been just a natural thing for her to do, as a comfort for those missing their mothers.

"I need your advice James," she stated.

With relief flooding through him, he nodded. 

"You will have to be discreet. Good. I was trying out something you mentioned yesterday. Though I didn't have much success," she began, with a frown of worry creasing her brow. This was so different from her usual happy expression. She was always ready with a comforting smile for the boys. 

"You look worried. How can I help," he said.

"It is important to get the lessons right, but it doesn't seem to work. Sorry, let me explain. The female clitoris is rubbed, so the vagina can open up, right? Mine doesn't seem to work. Could you explain to me what to do, what I'm doing wrong?" she asked.

James didn't know what to say. His experience was hardly anything at all. A fumble with his cousin in the dark didn't amount to much. "I don't know, I'm not sure," he stammered. "They're all different," he blurted out.

"Yes. I saw that from the pictures. I guess it's difficult to give instructions, without seeing it. Oh! I didn't mean, sorry, James," she blushed.

"That's alright I don't mind," he said. Meaning he didn't mind her talking like this.

"I didn't mean for you to, well, look at it. Perhaps. Well, I suppose for me to know how. I need to teach the class," she mumbled.

"If you want me to, I could take a look," he quietly spoke. 

Bloody hell! James glanced at the door, knowing it wasn't locked. He was feeling hot and bothered in the small room. The thought of seeing what she had under that long black garment was terrifying. He was willing to bluff it out though. Something was driving him on, overcoming his fear.

"If you don't mind. I'm a little concerned. You can't tell anyone, promise?" she asked.

"It's not like those in the pictures. I've got hair down there," she whispered, as though it were shameful.

"Ah! That's all right, they shave," he blurted out. 

"I should have thought of that. A sensible action, as it would be much cleaner," she mused.

She lifted the baggy garment around her waist, and sat on the edge of the cot. 

"Sorry about this. It can't be pleasant for you to look at," she said.

"It's OK, really," he assured her. 

"I was finding it difficult to find the clitoris. I can't see down there, so had to just rummage around," she explained. "Could you guide my finger?" she asked.

James felt the room closing in on him. Her naked bottom half was on view, which was a sight every boy in school would die for. He was nervous, as his shaking hand revealed. A thought crawled into his mind that she had removed her underwear. They had all wondered if the nuns wore old fashioned knickers.

"Can you see it?" she asked.

The matter of fact question steadied him. He thought about what he had read in the magazines, and how his cousin had guided him. 

"It's in these, err, folds. You need to gently play with them, so as to get it ready," he cited, not precisely, but near enough.

"Perhaps you could do it, if you don't mind," she quietly suggested.

His finger touched a lip. It was drier than his cousin had been. He wondered if she had already been playing with herself, before sliding into bed with him. Under the covers she had guided his fingers. He remembered at the time wishing he had a torch.

Sister Mary had wisps of blonde hair in the way. As he clumsily fiddled with her lips, he watched them unfold. They seemed to be swelling up. He remembered her comments about Billy looking swollen and sore, which gave him confidence.


Sister Mary



Over the next few weeks I thought so much about the old priests. I wasn't proud of myself and I found myself confessing to my husband about my secret thoughts and excitements.

Derek was helpless. I knew it embarrassed him and in a way also humiliated him but I couldn't help that. He was a very placid man and hadn't been able to get an arousal for quite a number of years, and yet he seemed fascinated when I described the events. It was inexplicable.

It took a little while for me to realise, but it suddenly clicked. My confessions about the old men excited him. He couldn't come out and openly admit it to me but gradually I just knew. What was more, Derek knew that I aware.

I started to tell him everything and even exaggerated some things. When I told him of my dirty conversations to Father John and Father Peter about peeing, the embarrassed excitement on my husbands face was so obvious.

He didn't openly condone my behaviour but he couldn't help asking for more and more detail. I had mentioned what the priests had said about their housekeeper Sister Mary.

Derek could hardly believe it. To be honest neither could I. It seemed so unlikely that the jolly middle aged Nun would ever behave in a lewd manner and certainly not talk in the way that Father John had suggested. 

The last time Derek and I had met Sister Mary was in the Church House when we had asked for some advice on a small Parish matter that had arisen. I remember she had looked so nice and respectable in her white blouse and modest black skirt, which hung well below her knees.

About once a month after Sunday Mass, most of the congregation would go over to the Parish Hall for an hour to have a cup of tea and some fairy cakes in a sort of Social. It was very pleasant and everyone enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere. 

The two old priests would be laughing and joking making everyone feel at home. Sister Mary would be a sort of happy Mistress of Ceremonies encouraging everyone to join in the banter. She was a chubby lady, always smiling and everyone admired her.

On this occasion even the men had a good time although I could see Derek was a bit nervous when he looked at the old men. It didn't take Sister Mary long to notice this and she immediately brought my husband a fresh cup of tea and a cake and in a few minutes had him joining in and laughing.

I had hoped Father John would take me back to the Church House to be alone with me but he seemed so busy with all the other young wives. Father Peter seemed equally occupied.

Just looking at them I could feel my breathing getting heavier. Derek noticed and whispered sympathetically "Have they spoken to you yet Lucy."

I shook my head. They had obviously spoken to me in open conversation and Derek had been present but I knew he didn't mean that sort of conversation. I whispered to him "Perhaps they will want to take me back to the Church House afterwards."

He gasped "Will Sister Mary be there?"

I wasn't sure. The thought made me nervous, but I just told him "I honestly don't know."

I could see him looking at me strangely and it suddenly dawned on me and whispered "Derek, if they take me back to the house, do you want to come as well?"

Derek visibly shivered and almost imperceptibly nodded in the affirmative.

I had to be careful what I said "If you are allowed to come back, you wont be allowed to interfere."

He was getting a bit braver now and said "I understand that Lucy."

I made sure he understood and said sternly "I wont be Mrs Marlow then."

I carried on "They will make me their Juicy Lucy." He just looked at his feet.

About 15 minutes later I found myself talking to Father John. I was so desperate I almost asked him point blank if I could come over to the Church House.

He smiled "Well anything is possible Mrs Marlow, but you must know that Father Peter and Sister Mary will be there as well."

I nodded. I could see Derek a few yards away looking at me in a pleading manner. I took a deep breath "Will my husband be allowed to come as well Father."

Father John looked a little surprised and murmured "Mr Marlow?"

I was unsure of Derek myself but felt bound to add "He wont make a nuisance of himself Father."

Father John chuckled "I am quite certain of that Mrs Marlow. Sister Mary wouldn't allow him to be a nuisance."

He looked at his watch and said "Sister Mary will want us back in the Church House shortly Mrs Marlow. If you are quite certain your husband and yourself wish to join us then follow us over in ten minutes."

As he spoke Mrs Wilson the organist came over and asked him about the music arrangements for a forthcoming wedding. As he discussed various hymns I drifted back to Derek to explain the situation.

We were both nervous and didn't really know what would happen. Strangely we were both grateful at being allowed to visit the house.

In a very short while the two priests and the Nun left the hall. After about ten minutes had passed Derek and I made our way slowly across the lawn to the Church House.

We knocked cautiously and Sister Mary let us in with a broad welcoming smile and announced with a chuckle "Mr and Mrs Marlow have come over for a few minutes Fathers."

She led us into the lounge and ushered me to one of the comfortable easy chairs. I noticed that Derek was left standing in the middle of the room for a few minutes before she told him to sit on on a low stool between the other chairs.

Father Peter went into the kitchen and came back with a silver tray with a glass of wine for each of us. We each sipped at our wine although I think Derek and I gulped a bit more than the others due to our nervousness.

Sister Mary laughed "It is nice wine isn't it Mrs Marlow. I will get another couple of glasses for you and your husband." I nodded in gratitude although I was worried with the rather formal reference to me as Mrs Marlow. I wished she could be a little more friendly.

As Derek and I had our second glass Sister Mary sat on the chair opposite. She wasn't wearing her normal Nun's habit but had a very nice floral pattern cotton dress.

It was a knee length dress but with all her movements in fetching the wine and serving it her dress moved up a few inches above her knees. She was also very relaxed and confident and it didn't seem to bother her as she parted her knees a little.

Although it didn't bother Sister Mary I could see that Derek almost went goggle eyed as he couldn't help looking up the Nuns dress. It certainly bothered him.

Sister Mary could see the effect and simply chuckled. After the wine I felt a bit giggly too and allowed my knees to part as well. Sister Mary smiled at me and murmured "Good Girl, Lucy."

I took some more wine and felt more confident. The old men looked pleased and I felt that I knew what was required of me.

I could see that Sister Mary had parted her knees a little more and Derek was breathing very heavily. He wasn't a big man but I could see a slight bulge in his trousers. This was unusual as he hadn't been able to get a full erection for a number of years.

Sister Mary wasn't small woman and even I could see the strength in her big calves. It was the same with her thighs. She was a big powerful woman.

I knew that Derek had always been intimidated by such women. I felt he was really intimidated now and yet his little bulge was more obvious now.

The two old priests were staying quiet although I was still letting them look up my skirt. I wasn't sure if they could see my panties yet but in any event they knew it wouldn't be long now. 

The mood in the room was different in some way. It was more subdued and more intense. Neither Derek nor I dared to speak. Somehow we knew it was not our place.

Sister Mary spoke softly in a husky tone to my husband "Have you been a naughty little boy Derek?"

Two things were immediately obvious. He was no longer being addressed as Mr Marlow. And the other thing was the soft reference to 'naughty little boy'. It was so diminutive.

Derek mumbled "I am not sure Sister."

She chuckled "If you've been a naughty boy Derek, you will have your bottom smacked."

She added "You should try to be more like your wife. Little Lucy is a good little girl."

Derek gasped and so did I. Derek was afraid but the reference to Little Lucy made me feel really flowy. I couldn't understand it, but it was wonderful.

She turned to me "Don't you agree with me Lucy. Don't you think he is a naughty little boy and should have his bottom smacked?"

I was sorry for my husband but I didn't want to upset Sister Mary and nodded "Yes Sister, he should have his bottom smacked." 

"Good girl Lucy. We will see to you in a moment. We would like you to be nice and juicy for us."

I panted.

I watched as Sister Mary made my husband stand up and then say "Take your trousers off Derek."

I held my breath as he hesitated but then undid his belt and dropped his trousers to his ankles revealing himself in light blue underpants.

Sister Mary tutted as she turned to me "Next time Lucy, fetch a pair of your panties for him. We cant have him looking like this. We want him to be pretty, don't we?"

I nodded "Yes Sister."

She turned back to my husband "Get your trousers right off Derek as well as your underpants."

This time he didn't hesitate but did it automatically. I was surprised as his little thing was quite stiff. I heard the other men chuckle but Sister Mary said nothing and simply pulled Derek over her lap and gave his bottom a couple of smacks.

I could see Derek wincing a little but there were no objections.

Things were settling down now and the two old men had started to squeeze themselves rather obviously.

Sister Mary was still smacking and fondling my husband. She smiled at me and said "I know you don't want to be called Mrs Marlow, Lucy."

I murmured "No Sister."

We were moving on and she said intimately "When you are with us you can be our secret Juicy Lucy."

I had my legs open now and showing my panty gusset to them all and confessed "I want to be Juicy Lucy, Sister."

She chuckled and looked at the two priests and smiled quizzically "Well, Father John?"

Father John was panting "I want to fuck her. Can I fuck her, Sister Mary?"

Sister Mary laughed. She had wormed her hand around my husbands penis and answered at the same time "Of course you can fuck her Father."

Father Peter sounded a bit pathetic "I want to fuck her as well, Sister."

Sister Mary was so much in charge "Of course you can fuck her, Father Peter. You can both fuck her. The doors are locked and we have all afternoon."

She squeezed Derek up and down a few times and asked "That's right isn't it Derek. You don't mind them fucking your wife,do you?"

Derek groaned "No, Sister."

As I listened to these conversations it was all so surreal. It was all like a dream.

I heard Sister Mary tell me to stand up and then said "I would like you to pull your knickers down, Lucy."

In a daze I reached up under my skirt and caught the elastic waistband of my panties and drew them down to my knees. They held there for a few seconds and dropped to my ankles.

The men gasped and Sister Mary laughed "I think they want you to pull your skirt up now Lucy."

I knew what I had to do and drew my skirt right up over my hips. Before they could ask I made sure that I was standing astride with my feet well apart. I knew they were looking at my pussy.

Father Peter muttered a little crudely "I like her cunt."

Father John answered "So do I. Its a nice hairy cunt and it looks wet."

Sister Mary smiled at me "It looks as if you have two old admirers there Lucy. They certainly like your cunt."

It was embarrassing but I was so aroused as I muttered "Yes Sister."

She told me "We may as well give the old men a little treat Lucy. Use both your hands and open your cunt for them."

This was like a bizarre fairy tale. I dropped my hands between my legs and used my fingers to separate the folds. I was very wet. 

Father John now had his penis right out and was rubbing it up and down. I saw Father Peter look at Sister Mary to see if she was going to object.

With no objection coming from the middle aged nun, he undid his own trousers and pulled his cock out and rubbed it in the same manner. 

Even in these strange circumstances I realised how ridiculous the situation was.

Here I was, a married woman standing with my legs open and my panties around my ankles showing two old men my vagina. My husband didn't have his trousers on and was being spanked by a middle aged Nun and the two priests were masturbating in front of us.

It was all very quiet. It was so hushed that it felt it was almost like being in church. I almost giggled when I realised that is exactly where we were.

Then Sister Mary spoke "Do you like her, Father Peter?"

He murmured "Yes Sister. I like the cheeky little folds in her cunt."

She smiled "You are doing well Lucy. Open your cunt more so that they can see right up it."

I loved her calling me Lucy and used my fingers to really show them.

I must have been doing it right as Father John gasped "I like the pinky bits right up her slit. It makes me want to do something."

Sister Mary chuckled "Then I think you should tell us Father. Don't be shy."

He was panting as he said "I want to fuck her now."

Sister Mary smiled and said to my husband "Did you hear that Derek. Father John wants to fuck your wife now."

Even as she spoke I could see her enveloping Derek's hard little penis and giving it an intimate squeeze. Derek groaned. For all his embarrassment he was in ecstasy.

Sister Mary persisted. She kept on squeezing him as she asked him "I think we should let him fuck her now. Don't you agree?"

I could see he had no chance of Derek making any problems. He just agreed "Yes, Sister."

Father Peter was also making excited little noises and looking at the old Nun.

She laughed out loud saying "And I suppose you want to fuck her as well, Father Peter?"

He nodded vigorously "Will it be OK Sister?"

She replied "I don't see why not Father. You may as well fuck her as well."

This time she hadn't even asked my husband.

It was also noticeable that no one asked me. They just assumed I was available. I suppose I was in a way.

Again it went quiet and then she said to me "I assume you don't want to be Mrs Marlow for a while, Lucy?"

It was humiliating but I nodded my head in agreement.

She chuckled "I hope you feel nice and juicy, Lucy?"

I knew we had passed all the barriers and I nodded as she beckoned me to stand nearer. My panties were still around my ankles.

She told me "Slip your panties off Lucy and let me have them. I expect they are a bit dirty now and are a little stinky."

I knew they were and couldn't look in her face as she took them off me.

She smiled and took the little screwed up bundle of cloth and pressed it gently in Derek's face saying "You had better smell your wife's underwear Derek. You like her panties don't you?"

He had always seemed so under sexed to me and I was surprised how deeply he inhaled. It was almost as if Sister Mary knew more about his weaknesses than I did.

She smiled at my look of surprise explaining "A lot of men are like your husband Lucy. They can't manage the real thing but they so excited of a woman's dirty underwear."

Derek was still inhaling as she whispered loudly "Can you smell her dirty wet cunt Derek. All those brown hairs stuck in the cotton material?"

Derek moaned "Oh yes Sister."

I was amazed. I had never seen my husband in this state. It made my own guilty feelings vanish. It was so exciting.

Sister Mary knew it was exciting me and teased him even more for my benefit "She's a fucking dirty cunt Derek. The two old men will be up her cunt in a few minutes."

He moaned "Yes Sister."

She was fully masturbating him now as she pressed my panties into his face and urged him on "What is she Derek. What is your wife?"

Derek gasped in excitement "She's a fucking dirty cunt Sister."

She eased off for a minute and then told me "Pull your skirt up Lucy and lie on the carpet and open your legs for Father John."

I did as I was told and then watched Father John lower himself between my legs and then felt his huge penis rub against my thighs and then push a bit into my crotch. I expected some awkwardness but I must have been so wet that it just slid up my vagina so easily.

The next few minutes were heaven as he gently rocked up and down my pussy. I could see that Sister Mary was just squeezing Derek in a sort of delaying action as she explained "Not too fast Derek. We have to wait for Father Peter to fuck her as well."

Father Peter was standing between us all with his penis in his hand waiting for Father John to cum.

Even during this period I could feel myself cumming at least twice.

Father John came with huge pulsing gushes. By then I had orgasmed 3 times but aching for more. Father Peter made sure I didn't have to wait too long. As one priest dismounted so the other one replaced him. It was so smooth it could have been the same old man. But we all knew it was two.

Father Peter was as good as Father John but I must have tired a little as I only came twice this time.

As he dismounted I was in a bit of a mess but Sister Mary was ready with 3 large men's handkerchiefs.

She gave me one and then one each for the old priests. As we cleaned ourselves up I could see Derek going through his final pulses and Sister Mary had a dainty ladies handkerchief ready which was quite sufficient.

For the last few minutes no one had spoken.

Then Sister Mary handed my knickers to Derek saying "Put them on. They are much prettier than your old blue ones.

We all watched him putting my underwear on and then pulling up his trousers. By now the priests had sorted themselves out and I was sitting more respectably except that I didn't have any panties on.

Sister Mary made a cup of tea and we chatted for a few moments about Church subjects until it was obviously time for Derek and I to leave.

I could see that Derek was looking a little agitated and in the hallway he managed to whisper a few things to me. It wasn't a surprise as I was feeling the same way.

Just at the doorway I blurted out to Sister Mary "Derek and I wondered if we could come and see you again Sister?"

She looked a little doubtful but said a little hesitantly "I suppose so Mrs Marlowe, but we would have to do things properly next time."

I had no idea what 'properly' meant but this was no time to ask. I just said "Yes of course Sister. We will do things properly."

Derek nodded. He didn't know what he was talking about but he nodded vigorously "We want to do things properly."

She seemed satisfied "Alright Mrs Marlow. When you come next time fetch some nice underclothes for Mr Marlow and a nice dress and a little make up."

I felt stunned but muttered "Yes Sister." 

Derek was also in shock but also murmured "Yes Sister."

As Derek drove me home that evening we didn't talk a lot. We both had a lot on our minds.



Sister Mary Ch. 02



Learning about sex

Sister Mary stopped one of her students, and said, 'James, I wonder if you could help me. It's about the lesson this afternoon.'

'Of course, Sister Mary,' James smiled, at his favourite nun.

'It's about those pictures you showed me. Those pictures of ladies, well, err, their bits down there are shaved. It seems to me to be hygienic, and easier to see what is happening down there,' she said.

'Oh. I guess so,' James murmured. 

His smile faded, to be replaced with a worried look. She was referring to pictures of naked women in the dirty magazines confiscated during the human biology class. His friends called it the sex class. When she found the magazine he thought it would mean trouble, only it turned out rather different to what was expected. 

Sister Mary was very naive, and very ignorant of the reproductive process she was supposed to be teaching. She sought his advice, and it ended up with him demonstrating how her naughty bits worked. She had the very first orgasm while he played with her pussy. Since then they'd avoided each other, trying to ignore that anything happened.

Now she was seeking his advice again. She was a novice nun, but it was still very wrong to have had such an intimate experience together. If the proper nuns found out, there would be a terrible scandal.

Even though he was eighteen, he didn't have much experience with girls, which was one of the disadvantage of being at a boys boarding school. She was five years older, and had even less experience of the outside world than he did. She'd been brought up by the nuns, and had lived here all her life. 

'Do you shave, James?' she asked.

'Occasionally. Oh, you want to borrow a razor. I can go fetch mine if you like,' he offered.

'Thank you, James, I knew I could rely on you. I'll be in the first aid room,' she said, as he hurried away.

Just talking about her shaving her pussy was a thrill. That she was going to use his razor to shave her pubes, was exciting. Though it was frustrating that he wouldn't be able to tell his friends! 

Thinking of sister Mary shaving her sex, was a reminder of cousin June. While home on holiday June slipped into his bed one night, and let him play with her pussy, or rather, had demanded it. June was a year older than him, and went to a girls school. It seemed she needed to get some experience to catch up with friends. He didn't mind her using him, not at all. 

She too was bare down there, only she said it was waxed, whatever that meant. Guiding his hand and fingers until she cum, taught him something about the mysteries of female sex. He'd just lay there watching her orgasm, until she got over it. Then it was his turn to be played with him, until he cum. He had to teach her not to be too rough, but she got it in the end, and eventually on her small breasts. She complained about the mess and how sticky it was. The next night she brought tissues. 

'Here you are, Sister Mary,' he said, sounding out of breath. 

He'd discreetly put the kit in his school bag, not wanting anyone to ask what he was doing with it. He couldn't look at her as he handed over the shaving kit. He was embarrassed, and expected her to be as well.

'Err, James. I'm not sure if I can do it. You've err, seen me, and you touched me down there last week, so you're familiar with it. I, err, wondered if you could show me how. I mean, to shave,' she hesitantly asked.

'I guess so,' he murmured.

'I don't want to cut myself, especially not down there. It might be best if you do it,' she suggested.

'If you want me to,' he nervously spoke.

Oh! Fuck! She didn't want to be cut, but he was so nervous he wondered if he was able. There was no way he was going to refuse. His cock was already twitching from the thought of her shaving with his razor. It was now like a tent pole in his pants.

She pulled up the habit and sat on the cot. Many homesick and ailing boys had used that cot over the years. When he had toothache, she administered clove oil and care, until it subsided. He remembered, as every boy did, her pulling his head against her ample bosom, and stroking his hair. She had soothed away the pain with her breasts, hands, and soothing words, as much as with the tincture.

'Perhaps I should slide a pillow under you,' he suggested. 

James tried not to shake. He filled a mug with hot water, and selected a fresh razor. He circled the soap with a brush, whipping up a rich lather. He couldn't delay any longer. He put a hand under her bottom, to pull her up a little. She got the message and lifted herself into position. At that moment it dawned on him, that he had a nuns bare bottom in the palm of his hand!

He pulled it away, unintentionally slipping a finger over her little brown hole. Before he lost his nerve, he brushed her pubic hairs with lather. He paid special attention to her slit, not sure if that needed shaving or not. It took longer than necessary, while he put off the inevitable. 

Sister Mary sat on a pillow, with legs spread as wide as she could, while one of her students brushed her naughty bits. It was a different sensation from last week, when he used his fingers. Nevertheless, she felt nervous from a tingling sensation down there. 

Unexplainably her tummy seemed electrified. Each brush stroke was sending shocks through her nervous system. Making a mental note of what was happening to her body and mind was important. It would help when teaching the boys.

James scraped away the lather from just below her tummy. The exposed flesh was white and fresh looking. Several strokes had her bare down to the lips. He could hear her breathing hard. From last week when playing with her, and his cousin's reaction, he knew what that meant.

Sister Mary felt a wave of arousal wash over her, and seep into every crevice of her mind and body. The brush strokes over her naughty bits had been a start. The feel of the steel razor revealing her sex, little by little, was a sight to behold. It held her full attention. 

Again James was arousing her! This time, she knew what might happen if she didn't keep control of herself. 

The wrinkled lips were in the way. Concentrating on the task helped him keep cool, nearly. He gripped a lip between thumb and finger, and pulled. She gasped. He ran the razor over the lip, getting close into her crotch. He did the same again, and received a deeper gasp. He gently ran a finger along the crease of her crotch, to check it was a close shave. Or was it to hear her moan?

He took a firmer grip of the other lip to shave it. He took his time, with the excuse of making a thorough job of it. Who was he fooling, except himself? She wasn't complaining. With almost all the foam shaved away, he could see her vagina was open between the distended lips. 

He was tempted to finger her. He continued to shave the last of the pubes away from her bottom. He nudged her clitoris with a knuckle, pretending to himself it was an accident. Everything between her legs was revealed, naked, and pale white. Her pussy was pink and glistening. He knew he had been the only one to have played with her, and felt some kind of ownership over her pussy.

He wiped her crotch with his fingers. She trembled and gargled something. It didn't sound like an objection, so he did it again. This time his fingers slowly rubbed over a hard clit. He'd only seen them in the glossy magazine pictures. Sister Mary's looked very big. He couldn't resist rubbing it.

Sister Mary felt her student rubbing her naughty bits, and needed to tell him to desist. Something prevented her voice sounding. She merely managed to move her mouth, miming the objection. A massive feeling of need overcame her. She pushed her thighs apart, as though offering herself to him. She knew it, and hoped he didn't.

James felt her silence, apart from the heavy breathing, and moans, was an encouragement to continue. His fingers ran lightly over her thighs, then rubbed up her slit, over her clit, and back again. When she pushed her crotch at him, he entered her vagina with a finger. 

Again he felt the membrane that frightened him last time. Now that he was prepared for it, he gently explored inside, avoiding despoiling her. His thumb rubbed her clitoris. When she pushed up at his probing fingers, he rubbed harder. James pushed his hand under her, to tease her asshole. June had enjoyed that, and so did Sister Mary. He pushed a finger in, while playing with her lips and vagina. He could feel both fingers almost touching.

At that moment she let loose a soft keening noise, and slumped back against the wall. His hand was trapped under her, with the finger still inside her bottom. He withdrew his fingers from her vagina, and gently stroked her clitoris. Freeing his other hand, he stroked her thighs, with butterfly soft touches.

The sing-song sounds she made became fainter. He recognised she had an orgasm, and wondered at how carried away she'd been. 

That second time, Jane had been in control all the time. Her orgasm was hardly noticeable. He'd been carried away in awe, while she was playing with him, so it was no wonder he'd been hardly aware of what she was feeling.

He cupped Sister Mary's denuded sex and bottom in both hands, while she recovered. He pressed and released her sex, as though pumping her up from the deflated position she was in. He thought it comical, but didn't laugh. 

He was keenly watching her. Her face was screwed up in concentration, and then began to relax. She was limp, as though falling asleep. She opened her eyes, and smiled at him.

'James, James, that was wonderful,' she heavily breathed.

'Glad to be of help, Sister Mary,' he smiled back.

She stood up, letting the long black bat cape, as his friends called it, fall into place. He knew she wasn't wearing panties, and was completely bare down there, and that gave him a thrill. His cock twitched. It was rock hard, tenting his trousers.

'Did I do that to you, James?' she asked.

He didn't know what to say. She was a novice nun, nevertheless, she should be treated with respect. 

'Maybe I should do something for you, like Billy did, last week,' she offered.

He was a bit shocked from what he had just done, and got away with. Unable to clear the sight of her bare pussy from his head, he didn't know what she meant. She put a hand on the lump in his trousers, and he remembered what Billy had done in class last week, and felt embarrassed.

'Sit there, and I'll try to ease the lump,' she innocently said.

She unzipped his fly, and a rock hard cock flipped up at her. 

'It's very big. Are you sure that will fit in a vagina?' she asked, sounding surprised.

'Sure, Sister Mary,' he said.

She took it in both hands and began to roll it, like pastry. 

'Oww. Like this,' he instructed. 

'Sorry. Is that better?' she asked, and received a nod.

She had a hand wrapped around his cock, gently milking him. 

'Faster,' he whispered.

After seeing her naughty bits up close, and giving her an orgasm, it didn't take long. He spurted strings of cum. He was only just eighteen, with a potent, hardly used penis. The stream would have shot across the room, except Sister Mary was in the way.

'Oh! Sorry, Sister Mary!' he shuddered with anguish.

'It's alright, James. It didn't go over my habit,' she reassured him.

He wasn't so sure it was alright. His sperm was dripping down her face! She scooped a glob of cum from a cheek and sniffed it. She flicked out her tongue to taste it. 

'It's very salty,' she said.

'Is it?' he asked.

'I read its full of protein and can be swallowed, but I don't think I'll try it,' she said.

The studious look she gave his mess was more in keeping with a chemistry lesson, than a sex session. He wondered if she wasn't slightly touched, as well as innocent. All the nuns seemed a little weird in some way or another. Maybe it was a lack of sex that sent them mad. Maybe he and the guys should offer their services to help them out. Inside, he smiled at the thought.

She took hold of his shrinking penis by the foreskin, and examined it. 

'It's certainly smaller now. More like the statues in church. I wonder why it shoots so far? Possibly to shoot sperm into the womb? I must say there is a lot of information lacking in the books I've been given. If it wasn't for your help James, my lessons would have been woefully lacking. You must teach me more, so I may teach a better lesson in class,' she cheerfully spoke.

She wiped his penis, and tucked it back into his trousers. She patted him there, and pleasantly smiled.

'I never guessed that a state of heavenly bliss could be reached like that. If you don't mind, perhaps we could try it again sometime. I'm keen to experiment, to see if it works again. do you mind, James?' she innocently asked.

'Err, I guess so, Sister Mary. Any time,' he lamely said.

'Lunch time is nearly over so you should be at a lesson,' she smiled.

She was always happy, yet the big smile adorning her face seemed difficult to wipe away. At the door he turned to take a last look at her, she was washing his sperm off her face, yet still smiling.

***

In class everyone was eagerly awaiting the last lesson of the week. James had warned them to keep quiet about what went on here. If the other nuns found out they would all be in trouble. They had questioned him about this afternoon's lesson, and he denied all knowledge of what she planned.

'I understand your confusion over the reproduction process, as the diagrams I use aren't clear. The pictures James provided are better, but there are no titles or explanations. Here James, give these out,' she said.

This time the guys didn't overreact to receiving pictures torn from a sex magazine. They were convinced something more interesting was on the way.

'Last week we learned the vagina has to be stimulated, so that a penis can enter it. It is obviously very important to get that right, otherwise penetration cannot be achieved. It is very important to deliver the sperm, or seed, into the womb,' she lectured.

'How is that done, Sister,' William asked.

The other guys looked at her, waiting to see how she could possibly answer such an audacious question. Having a nun talk about a vagina and a penis was great fun. They didn't know how James had engineered this, but it was fabulous. 

'Perhaps James could tell you? James,' she prompted.

'Not sure if I could, Sister Mary, not properly,' he quickly said.

Seeing his embarrassment, she felt sorry for putting him on the spot. He'd certainly found her spot last week, and this morning. It struck her that he didn't want to give away their secret. It was up to her to teach the class, and she needed to take responsibility for the lesson. Putting it onto someone else was wrong.

'Sister Teresa always says a picture is worth a thousand words, and a demonstration worth a thousand pictures. Perhaps I should show you how it is done,' she mused.

It was all right for her, teaching chemistry. This was far more awkward, and she had little training, well, none really. The text books were hopeless, and it was important to teach the subject thoroughly. 

James called it an orgasm, and that would have to be avoided. In class she would surely be able to keep her feelings under control. Well, there was only one way to find out.

'Gather around boys, and I'll try to show you what to do,' she announced.

Sounding confident was easy, but being so took a lot more effort than she had thought. The habit was lifted hesitantly. They were staring right between the legs, in anticipation of a revelation of her naughty bits. Their faces changed to something approaching disappointment. The big navy blue knickers were hardly what they were expecting.

She tucked the hem into a belt to hold it up. Trying to be nonchalant, she pulled her knickers down and carefully placed them on the desk. She shimmied up on the edge of the desk and opened her legs. It felt wrong to be doing this, yet liberating and invigorating. 

The justification was that she was trying to teach them to be better husbands, and fulfil the church's instruction to produce more believers for the church. Go forth and multiply was an important instruction, and this would help them do just that. If they were to prepare their wives, then it was vital they get it right.

'The bible exhorts you to go forth and multiply, as I am sure you are aware,' she said, staring down the gigglers. 

'The church needs more members and it your duty, when married, to provide them. It is your duty as husbands to teach your wives, and my responsibility to teach you what you need to know. There is no excuse to go out gathering knowledge in the village. The girls there are off limits, as the reverend mother has stipulated,' she lectured.

'This is serious, Stephen,' she admonished.

He put on a serious look, befitting the lesson, to match his friends concentration. They were all staring at Sister Mary's sex, and that demanded an intense expression.

'Now then, it is not for me to excite the vagina. It will be for you, as husbands, to get your wife in a suitable condition to accept your penis,' she stated. 

She was glad they hadn't sniggered, and were taking it seriously at last.

'I need a volunteer to help demonstrate the method. James, would you help?' she asked.

'Err, Sister Mary? Err, I guess,' he hesitantly acknowledged being volunteered.

It was the least he could do, after they had been intimate. Knowing his way around her naughty bits already, it was fair game for him to help out. Besides, he didn't like the idea of others touching her.

'Come closer, but stand to the side so the others can see. What is all this called?' She asked, with a hand covering everything. 'Come on, you must remember from earlier lessons,' she demanded.

'The vulva, Sister Mary,' Andrew said.

'This soft fleshy bit between tummy and lower down?' she asked.

'Mons pubis,' Ricky said, looking pleased with himself.

'These folds of flesh are called what, Brian?' she asked.

'Err, labia, sister,' he said.

They were too tense to laugh at using these words before a nun. One was nervously licking his lips, and others too were showing the signs of strain.

'That's right. Who remembers what the two are called? Correct. This is the major labia, which hides the minor labia. Yes, Brian, the major labia, or majora labium, opens first. We will see that happening. I'm sure that will be clearer for you when demonstrated. James,' she said.

James put a finger to her crotch, and noticed how badly it was shaking. He steadied his nerve by forgetting where he was, and that his friends were watching.

'Go ahead, James,' she encouraged.

He ran a finger between the already growing lips. They began to flower and became glistening wet.

'Can you see what is happening? Each of you take a closer look. These folds of flesh are sensitive to the touch. They must be stroked gently,' she said.

Remembering the shaving session, she added, 'They can be pulled, but carefully. Please demonstrate, James.'

'You can see them opening up, revealing what?' she asked.

'The vagina, sister,' Brian went for the heart of the matter.

'The urine hole,' Andrew said, immediately knowing he was wrong, by his friends reactions. 

'Nearly right. It's called the urethra,' she explained and glared at the ones elbowing Andrew.

'It doesn't matter what the parts are called, as long as you get it right. Continue James, as we now want the inner lips, Labium Minora, to open up.'

Sister Mary had to suppress a sharp intake of breath, when his fingers found an especially sensitive spot. After his playing with her, she certainly knew where her most sensitive place was.

'Thank you, James. You will see that it has all opened up now, and looks wet. That is lubrication for the penis to enter the vagina. The vagina has opened up a lot more than when first seen. Though it isn't ready yet, as it's too small to accommodate a penis. More stimulation is needed. That is important to remember, as you will hurt your wife if you don't prepare her enough,' she said.




Sister Mary Ch. 02



A stern look at each of them was meant to drive the point home.

'What is this important part here?' she asked.

'Your clitoris, Sister Mary,' Andrew quickly said, making amends for his previous mistake.

'Well, yes, but let's keep it from being personal. It's a clitoris. It has emerged from a little hood, after stimulation,' she pointed out. 

'It's as though it were reassured by the gentle finger that everything is alright,' Brian offered.

'A good way of looking at it, Brian,' she said, to halt the approaching jibes of his friends.

'James will demonstrate how to treat the clitoris,' she said.

She had to open her mouth to breathe, or they would hear her heavy breathing. After a moment or two even that didn't help.

Sounding breathless, she said, 'You can stop now.'

'As you can hear, the breathing becomes ragged and heavy. The legs will be parted more, as the wife becomes ready for mounting,' she explained.

'The vagina is bigger now, and you're breathing heavily. Does that mean you're ready for mounting, Sister Mary?' Brian innocently asked.

'Yes, no! I mean, you must look out for these signs. Not before the wife is ready should you mount her. It might take longer than this, as this is just a demonstration. Everyone is different, so be patient,' she said, through a constricted throat.

'The demonstration is over, so return to your desks,' she firmly stated.

Pulling up her knickers was a relief. Dropping the habit helped her calm down. There was a picture in her head of James playing with her naughty bits until she cum in front of the whole class. As they filed out, the stimulation was still there, gnawing away at her.

'James, may I speak with you for a moment?' she quietly said.

He was putting away the dirty pictures, and noticed a couple of them were missing. He hoped if they were caught, he wasn't named as the supplier. He'd have to put the word around the class. After these lessons, he was a hero, so they were bound to listen to what he said.

'I was wondering if you would help me out later. No more lessons, as its Friday, but do you have homework?' she asked.

Almost hoping he said, yes, and wouldn't be able to oblige her, she waited on pins for his reply.

'Sure, no problem, Sister Mary,' he smiled.

'It is just to go over the lesson, to make sure everything was covered. You know more about these things than I do,' she said, almost believing that was all it was.

'I'll come with you, Sister Mary,' he smiled.

She had to say no, must say no. Later when she calmed down would be better.

'Very well, as long as you're sure, and I'm not taking you away from your homework,' she said.

He grabbed his bag and followed her. Just being close was having an effect upon him. He was glowing with pride, and becoming more self-assured. The guys in class thought it was just a game, tricking the simple nun into showing them her sex. They were certainly paying attention and learning something.

To him it was more than just a game. He'd given her two orgasms, the only two in her life she had ever experienced. He didn't even consider being in love with her, for she was a few years older, and she was a nun. It was something else, but he wasn't mature enough to even think about it, even if he did recognised what it was. 

She led him to the infirmary where they could be alone, though it wasn't being alone that she wanted. Sister Mary wanted to ask him why she felt so worked up. Surely his touching her down there in front of the class couldn't do that to her. Did it mean anyone could do it to her, making her ready for a penis. She was supposed to be celibate once taking her vows. Was there something wrong with her, so she would be unable to take her vows, and keep her promise of chastity.

'James.'

'Yes, Sister Mary.'

'I want to ask you something. We aren't in class now, so please be honest and personal. When you touch me down there, I become, err, aroused. You know that, don't you?'

'Yes, Sister Mary,' he innocently answered.

He was wondering if she was going to tell him off for arousing her in class. That would be unfair.

'Do you think, I mean, would anyone else become aroused like that. In class too?' she said, with a pleading look.

He tried to fathom what she was on about. How would he know? 

'I guess, the other nuns wouldn't,' and he shuddered at the thought. 'Some of the girls in town would,' he said, with some confidence.

'What girls?' she asked, and held her breath.

'Well, they are from the wrong side of town, if you know what I mean,' though the mayors daughter was up for it, and she was posh.

'Certain kinds of girls then? You've experience of naughty girls. Not jezebels, surely?' she asked, with a stricken look.

'No, sister, just girls. Maybe the guys would call them sluts, but that's unfair,' he mused.

'Oh! I see,' she said, and looked into the distance.

He didn't realise she was wondering if she was a slut. Doing naughty things with a boy was wrong, otherwise she would have talked about it freely. Of course the nuns had warned her about boys since she was little. But, she wasn't a nun yet. Remembering Reverent Mother's words, that she should go out into the world and have some fun, maybe this is what she meant. Though obviously not with her students. 

'Are you all right, Sister Mary?' he asked.

'Yes, I think so. I. I became aroused in class, and still am,' she quietly said.

'Do you want me to finish what I started?' he offered.

He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He said it without thinking. The look of regret on her face confirmed she thought it crass too. To his surprise she nodded. Just a slight nod, that's all. She hefted herself onto the edge of the cot, and lifted the robe. It was difficult to pull her knickers down as she was sitting on them.

'Lay down, Sister Mary,' he suggested.

Helping her swivel around, he laid her head on the pillow. He then pulled her large navy blue knickers down around her ankles. Slipping them off, she was now naked from the waist down. He'd seen it all before, but somehow it looked different. He imagined laying next to her in bed, as he had with his cousin.

'Relax,' he softly said.

How she was to do that was a mystery. The sexual tension was palpable, almost to the point of shaking. A tremor ran through her entire body when he breathed on her sex. She opened her eyes to see his face closely studying her sex.

'Is it alright?' she worriedly asked.

'It's wonderful,' he said, and ran a finger nail up her slit.

Already open and glistening, it sprang into life. Her hips lifted up, and she breathed in deeply. A finger ran along one inner lip then the other, circling an expanding hole. The wet finger sloped off downward, and was replaced by another two fingers. They pinched her lips then her bud. 

The wet finger ran around her puckered hole, sending unexpected delightful sensations up her spine. The finger entered her and she gasped. The two fingers began to rub her clit, and she breathed in rhythm with the movements. An idea that he was controlling her body flashed through her mind. It wasn't a bad thought. 

With two fingers exploring her vagina, and another exploring her bottom, she began to cum. She pushed down on the finger in her bottom, then lifted her hips to impale herself on the other two fingers. She was writhing between his hands, not caring this must be wrong, just enjoying the sensation coursing through her body, enlightening her mind.

'Thank you James,' she murmured, as he handed her a glass of water.

'You're welcome, Sister Mary,' he smiled.

'Is it your turn?' she mischievously asked.

He nodded vigorously. She slipped off the cot, and almost fell on weak legs. The afterglow of a deep orgasm made her bold, and so she unzipped him to pull free his penis. It was already large and throbbing. 

'I can't believe this big thing can fit into a vagina,' she said.

'Perhaps we can try, just as an experiment,' he said, with a gruff voice.

'That's going too far, James,' she said.

'Sorry, Sister Mary,' he said.

'Perhaps one day, when we are both ready, and know each other better,' she said.

She wondered when that might ever be, and immediately wondered why she had made such an audacious remark. She as a nun and couldn't do such a thing, even with the reverent mother's encouragement to enjoy herself. She hadn't taken her vows, yet she was committed to taking them.

She was more careful this time, and caught his seed in a tissue.

'Is that better?' she asked.

'Thank you Sister, Mary. That was wonderful,' he guiltily smiled.

'I think I received more from when you play with me. I shall have to remember the feeling for next week. Do all the boys know how to stimulate themselves, or do I need to show them?' she asked, as it occurred to her.

'I'll find out, Sister Mary,' he said, with an idea of taking advantage.

'Very good. I'll leave it to you. I'm not sure they have the feel for stimulating the female sexual organs. Do you think they should try for themselves?' she asked.

'That might be advisable, Sister Mary,' he agreed.

'I think everything has been covered then. One more thing, I'd like you to join me here tomorrow morning, for some practice. Do you mind?' she asked.

'Sure, of course, Sister Mary,' he grinned.



Sister Mary Encourages a Donation



I had a lot of whiskey in me and it was kicking in, making me feel completely uninhibited. My head was floating, yet totally attuned to the pleasure of my body. The veins in my cock were bulging. Nothing in the world mattered beyond what I was doing right now. What I was doing was driving my engorged, rock-hard cock into her ass.

Sister Mary Seraphina had bigger, rounder breasts than I'd imagined the many times I'd jerked off while thinking about her. Under all that black cloth, who could tell what her body was like? But she had a cute, turn-up nose and huge blue eyes. And a pouty lower lip that made me want to slide the head of my cock over it. How had I gotten to the point where I was finding out just how luscious those lips really are?

It was strange how we'd come across each other. I was walking down the street after work and there she was, walking towards me. She was wearing a heavy overcoat, above which her face floated, surrounded by the traditional black and white headpiece. Although I still often fantasized about her, I had not actually seen her in ten years. Yet her face is so lovely that I'd thought about her often, and thought what a waste it was that such a beautiful women had never known the pleasure of fucking. Back when she was my 8th grade teacher, she was a firm disciplinarian. I recall her slapping my hand with ruler when I didn't submit my homework. Perhaps that was the source of my BDSM tendencies. Sister Mary Seraphina was my wet dream standard of the perfect woman.

Now here she was, in the flesh. Although there were age wrinkles forming at her eyes, she was no less lovely now. My guess was that she was about twenty years older than me, so she was about forty-five years old. 

"Sister," I called out. 

"Edward, how good to see you," she said. She hadn't seen me since I was an adolescent, yet she recognized me right away. "It's been so long! You have to tell me how you've been. I see your sister sometimes and she tells me that you've become quite the big man at your job."

My cock jerked when she said "big man." A sense of shame overtook me. How could my cock respond like that? I was truly a wretched creature, depraved by my lustful fantasies.

"Here, Sister, let's go inside and sit down, if you have time." I wasn't thinking. I grabbed her shoulder. It was a cold Chicago February day and I didn't want her to stand in the cold. I was steering her into the nearest open restaurant. It was a pizza place.

"Yes, Eddie, I have time," she said. I would have looked pretty silly if she'd said anything else, because by this time we were inside. We took a table. I was tingling with nerves. Now that I'd gotten her to the table, what came next. It wasn't like I had experience taking nuns on dates! "Will you have a bite to eat, Sister?" I asked her. 

"No, dear, I have to watch what I eat," she said. "And it's not so long since lunch." 

The waiter came over for order. She said, "I'd like a hot toddy, but make it a double shot."

My eyes widened a little with surprise. She looked me in the eye and winked one eye at me. "For medicinal purposes," she said, with a slight grin.

"I'll have a double whiskey," I said. I caught her eye. "Also medicinal," I said. She laughed. That's when my cock began to stir again. I'm sure I had never heard her laugh when I was her student. She sounded girlish.

She didn't have another drink, but my next three drinks went by fast as we caught up on the intervening years. She'd been teaching year after year of 8th grade. I'd gone to college, graduated, and now I was making money. She seemed very happy that one of her former pupils had done so well.

After a bit, I proposed that it was time to go. Inwardly, I was thinking of going home and jerking off!

"Yes, Eddie, I really should get along," she said. 

"I'll get you a cab," I told her.

"Oh, no, I'll just walk up to the next transit stop," she said. But I insisted that I'd pay for a cab, and after a bit of back and forth, she consented. Her big eyes looked into mine and she smiled. My cock stirred again, the way it did when I was on a date and was getting signals that we where headed for sex.

We went outside into the biting wind and I flagged a cab. "Which way?" I asked her. "North," she replied. "Me too! We can share the cab." We got in.

Despite the precum that was dripping from cock, I never imagined making a move on her. That would be so wrong! I'd just go home, slather lube on my fat rod, and jerk off. 

So, as we settled in the back seat of the cab, imagine my shock as she put her hand high up on my thigh. "Eddie," she said, "I've often thought of you. I'm so glad to see you thriving this way." She squeezed her hand on my thigh.

"Thank you, sister," I responded. Privately, I was wondering what was happening.

Her hand moved up, and cupped my crotch. "You were always one of my favorites," she said. She squeezed her hand again. I was feeling a little stupid from the alcohol. Was I just fantasizing that a nun was grabbing my private parts? No, her hand was definitely there.

I felt ashamed as my cock stiffened at the feeling of her hand. She must have felt it growing bigger in my pants, right under her hand! But she did not let on at first.

"And so glad to see what a fine man you've grown to be!" she said. It was almost a squeal.

Was it my imagination, or was Sister starting to talk in a little-girl's voice? It seemed to me that her pitch was rising. My cock twitched again. 

"Eddie," she said, in her newly young voice, "do you have to be somewhere right away?" She squeezed her hand once more. She certainly could tell that I was aroused! "I haven't seen you in ages, and hate to break it off so soon. Hearing about your exploits from your sister is not the same as hearing it from you."

"No, Sister Mary, I have nothing going on," I said. I hoped I didn't sound as confused as I felt. "I have a little more time.

"So where's your place, since you said we're headed in the same direction?" she asked. She took her hand off my crotch and ran it up and down the rosary that hung around her neck.

I told the cab driver to change our destination, and gave him my address. We chatted about nothing very much in the cab for the rest of the short ride. She tried to get me to talk about my dating life. I guess my sister had told her about the parade of girls I'd dated, then dropped when it started to seem serious. I felt a little embarrassed talking about it, but Sister seemed interested. It probably sounded like an innocent conversation to the cab driver. 

A few minutes later, we were at my condo, with a view of the lake. Once we were up 10 flights in the elevator and inside my front door, she asked for another "medicinal" drink. While I was in the kitchen getting it, I felt a certain amount of shame about my mounting arousal. Back in the restaurant, when she was going on about her work as teacher, all I was thinking was how her fat, red lips were perfect for sucking on my cock. I kept eyeing her chest. Under that concealing fabric, just how big were her breasts? Hell, I'd never seen her hair! From her eyebrows, red. I took a big swig from the bottle of whiskey.

"So, Eddie, no steady girlfriend right now?" she asked me when I came out of the kitchen. "No one to slap you with a ruler when you get out of line?" She laughed again. I was like the sound of tinkling bells. "Excuse me while I use the bathroom," she said. "Is it down the hall?"

"Yes," I answered. As she stood and walked past me, I realized that she'd left her sensible black shoes behind. She'd taken them off while I was in the kitchen. As she walked by, I also realized that I towered over her now. She couldn't have been more than five feet tall.

I sat down on the sofa. I was aware of the faint smell of lilacs. She always smelled like that. It must have been the kind of soap she used. I closed my eyes and tried to picture her in front of a class of unruly 8th graders, most of whom were bigger than she was. Yet she had a way about her that put her in command. I felt that way now. She was the one deciding what I was doing.

I looked up when I heard the bathroom door open. I guess I'd been listening for the sound of the toilet flushing, but that hadn't happened. My jaw dropped when I looked up and Sister Mary was coming out of the bathroom in my terrycloth bathrobe. Her headpiece was gone, and she was pulling hair barrettes from a glorious sunburst of short red hair. Then she shook her head from side to side, as if suddenly set free. Seeing her full face for the first time was a delightful shock. She reminded me of Jennifer Love Hewitt. My next shock was seeing the robe was untied, and from the streak of pink flesh that showed through the gap down the front, she appeared to be completely naked except for the loose robe.

"All right, Edward," she said in a firm voice. "You were rising to the occasion in the taxicab. It's time for you to do it again."

"Believe me, Sister Mary," I stammered. "I am."

"Then here's the reward you've been deserving for being such a good boy," she said, reverting the younger, less bossy voice. 

She walked up me and reached up and cupped her hand on the back of my neck, then pulled my face toward hers. Our lips came together and she thrust her hot little tongue between my lips. I pushed my tongue back against hers and into her mouth. But I felt self-conscious. Where was I supposed to put my hands? Was I supposed to take the lead? Or was she taking that part?

She seemed to understand what I was thinking. "Be a big boy for me, Eddie," she advised. "It's not my first time, and I'm not embarrassed. I like to reward all of my star pupils after they've made something of themselves. The only rule is that my vagina is not for you. I'll show you.

Without further hesitation or any direction from me, she dropped to her knees, putting her mouth at the level of my crotch. She reached up grabbed my belt buckle, undid the buckle, then reached behind me and grabbed the waist of my pants with both of her hands. She pulled down, and pulled my pants down over my ass and to my knees. The bulge and the wet stain on the front of my underwear were inches from her smiling mouth. She took the waistband of my white briefs and pulled them down, too. My cock stood straight at attention, without hindrance. She wrapped one of her tiny hands around the base of the shaft and cupped my testicles with the other. Directing my cock so that it stood straight out, she moved her mouth forward and licked its tip with her pink tongue. I oozed with pre-cum, and she licked it from the tip as it trickled out. "How delightful," she said, and then without pausing for an answer, she pushed her mouth forward again and popped the cockhead over her lips and into her moist hot little mouth. I felt suction, and the licking of her tongue. She let go of my penis and grabbed both of my ass cheeks, drawing my body toward her head so that my cock plunged deep into her mouth. She pulled off only long enough to instruct me, "Don't be shy, Eddie. Show me that I wasn't wrong to invite myself up here."

I gladly followed her command and started pumping her mouth with my hard tool. Although I was leaking pre-cum, she sucked it down her throat without hesitation. I was so excited that I would have unloaded down her throat after a few more strokes except that she pulled back her head, pinched the base of my member strongly with her hand, and looked up at me. Her lips were gleaming. Her eyes widened. "Is this how you want to finish, Edward? Nothing but my mouth?" she asked, a trace of disappointment in her voice. 

"I thought you told me you were off limits for real sex," I protested. 

"Not at all. I told you one place was off limits," she replied. "Or don't you like variety when a woman offers herself?"

I hadn't imagined that she was offering me what she really was offering me. I chuckled with delight.

Sister Mary stood up and reached her hand into the right pocket of my robe. She pulled out a small tube of Vaseline. It wasn't something I kept in my bathroom, so she must have brought it with her. She handed it to me, turned her back to me, and walked over to my kitchen table. Facing away from me, she shook her shoulders and let the robe slide down her back. It fell into a puddle on the floor behind her. She was naked. She was a small, lean woman with a well-toned ass. Her skin was the whitest I'd ever encountered in a woman, as if it had never been exposed to sunlight. She leaned forward, resting her chest on the kitchen table. 

She moved her feet apart. Her smooth ass was fully exposed to me. 

I pulled the cap from the tube, cupped my other hand under my hard meat, and squirted a liberal dose of the thick goop over the head of my tool. I smeared it around the circumference with my free hand and then approached the waiting woman. I stopped thinking of her as Sister Mary for a moment. Mary was just a really hot date who wanted me to fuck her ass. She reached back with her hands and spread her buttocks, fully exposing the crack of her ass to me. Her puckered asshole looked miniscule. 

"Oh! Heavens!" I said as the knob of my cock met the resistance of her tiny hole and then slide the first inch into her. 

"Yes, Eddie, this is what good boys get in heaven, whenever they want it," said Sister Mary. 

With that encouragement, I pushed very slowly but very firmly, feeling the hole yielding to my pressure as I pushed. I still have the tube of lube in one hand. When my cock had made it three inches into her, I pulled back out and squirted more of it over my throbbing red rod. I rubbed it around with the palm of my hand, then put the head against her hole again. 

"You must be about ready to explode, Eddie," she told me. "I'm very proud of you to keep going. Now hurry up and get it in there all the way before you shoot it off."

With that encouragement, I quit trying to be gentle. Her asshole was gaping open, rimmed with gleaming lubricant, and I drove my missile to its target. The first two inches gave me no real resistance beyond the delightful even pressure on all sides as I pushed in. But she started to moan loudly as the next five inches required me to push her open with steady force. I paused when I was fully into her. 

"I can feel you throbbing, Eddie" she encouraged me. "Don't hold it back. Show me what a big man you've become."

I started to pump with long, even strokes. Sister Mary moaned each time I pushed my meat back into her ass.

"Eddie," she said, "I'll be thinking of you doing this every time I see your sister at mass."

"And I'll be thinking of it every time I see a church," I answered. "Oh my GOD!" Massive pulses of orgasm flowed slowly along the length of my tool. 

She must have felt the jerking of my cock, because she encouraged me, saying, "There it is, Eddie; be my good boy and pump all of it into me!" 

I held very still as I felt the next two waves of come spurting down the length of my tube, letting her tightness amplify the sensations. When my cock stopped jerking I sighed deeply, with evident pleasure. I leaned forward and planted kisses in the middle of her back. It made her shiver. 

My cock started to relax and the tight resistance started to ease it out of her. As she felt this, she pushed herself up from the table, a motion that forced my tool from her entirely. "You sit and rest," she told me, heading for the bathroom. 

I was surprised at how quickly she was dressed again, headpiece and all, read hair vanished, and she was sitting on the sofa pulling on her shoes. She had left my robe in a heap on the floor and I'd put it one. She came over to me and, reaching up, pulled my head toward hers. I thought she was going to kiss my lips, but she merely put one peck of a kiss on my forehead.

"Thank you, Eddie. If I see you on the donor's list at next month's fund drive for the new school cafeteria, I'll be back again to thank you in person."

"I look forward to that, Sister Mary," I assured her.



Sister Mary Learns a Lesson



Sister Mary Joseph tapped her ruler impatiently on her large teacher's desk again. Her one major problem student, Jeremy, was at it again. He seemed to enjoy the attention he drew to himself by being the class clown. Sister Mary rose from her desk chair quickly, walking over to his student desk. "Jeremy, you already know the drill by now. Hold out your hands, knuckles side up, palms facing down." She rapped both of his hands with her ruler swiftly and as hard as she could ten times, then returned to the front of the classroom and continued her English lesson. Not more than ten minutes had passed when Jeremy boldly jumped up unto his desk wearing a hat he'd made out of his brown paper protective text book covering. 

"Look at me everybody, I'm a pirate!" Jeremy exclaimed drawing all the eyes in the room to him and his tomfoolery. Some students snickered. But Sister Mary wasn't laughing at all. She'd had enough. She was a young nun and teacher and couldn't lose face in front of her other students. Besides, she had been given strict instructions from the ultra conservative school administration on how to keep control over her classroom. At all times, she was to utilize any form of discipline necessary to exercise her complete authority over her students. Angrily, she motioned for Jeremy to go stand in the corner. She told him to lean forward with his hands touching the wall in front of him. 

"Count aloud," she said as she removed a large wooden paddle hanging from a hook on the wall behind her desk. The paddle contained small holes throughout its main flat surface, making it look similar to a large wooden spoon or spatula. She saved this punishment as a last resort and kept the paddle mostly for show, since thus far in her short teaching career, this was the first time she'd actually had to use it. 

She swatted his bottom as hard as she could manage "one!" he cried out as the paddle made contact with his backside through his navy blue uniform pants. The paddle made a loud swooshing noise as she withdrew it from his body, repositioning it to swing at him again. Once more, she struck his buttocks at full force "two!" She hit him a few more times. By the time she got to the fifth strike, she was beginning to get tired, though she still persisted, intent on teaching the wayward boy a lesson. "Six!" he yelled, his voice wavering, sounding as though he were trying to keep himself from crying. Good, that'll teach him Sister Mary thought to herself with a great sense of satisfaction.

However, much to her chagrin, she discovered very soon why he was having a hard time trying to keep count aloud. As she drew the paddle back and was about to strike his body yet again, he turned to the side just ever so slightly so only she could see. Sister Mary realized that the boy she was paddling had a tremendous hard on. Shocked, she swallowed hard, trying to refocus her attention. He noticed that she had become distracted, losing her rhythm with the swats she was delivering to his body and he smiled. A couple more swats and he yelled out "nine! Yes sister, please hit me again!" Sister Mary tried hard to maintain her composure, trying not to appear rattled by his obscene behavior in front of the rest of her class. She braced herself and hit his bottom one last time at full force, harder than any of the rest of the swats he had received so far.

Just as she hit him for the last time, the bell dismissing class rung. Trying to catch her breath, she yelled out to the rapidly departing class of students "remember to read pages 288 to 319 in your literature books tonight and bring your essays to class tomorrow." Sister Mary recovered quickly and returned her paddle to the wall near her desk. Then she turned to look at Jeremy. It was then that she realized the front of his pants had a tell-tell stain in the front of them. Mortified, she turned away from him, hoping he hadn't seen that she'd noticed the stain on his pants. She faced the black board and attempted to keep her delicate facial skin from reddening as she began to erase the board's contents. When she thought she had regained enough of her composure, she spoke. "Well, I certainly hope you've learned your lesson young man. Really Jeremy, your behavior is simply appalling. What would your parents say?" 

"Oh yes sister, I certainly have learned my lesson," unsettled by the tone in his voice, she turned back to look at him again. The fiery look in his eyes was unlike any she'd ever seen before and it was completely inappropriate for him to be looking at her like that. Alarmed, Sister Mary looked quickly towards the door, the only entrance into and exit out of the classroom. However, not only was the door closed, Jeremy also stood directly in front of her, blocking her path to it. She hoped that maybe a student would come in and interrupt this situation before anything got out of hand, but she knew that was unlikely. The next class period was her free block that she used to grade tests, correct papers and perform other administrative job-related tasks. After that would be lunch time, so no students would be entering her classroom for more than two hours. 

Sister Mary's heart started beating rapidly and her palms became sweaty from apprehension. Jeremy really looked quite threatening now, though he was only a boy, a twelfth grader of about eighteen years old. He was really tall, especially compared to her five feet, four inch frame. He stood at about six feet, two inches with a muscular, athletic build. His piercing blue eyes, sandy blonde hair, good looks and easy smile had always made him very popular with all the young ladies on campus. Yet right now, all of his features focused on her were making Sister Mary feel very uncomfortable and afraid. He started walking slowly towards her and though she attempted not to, this action caused her to stumble and take a step backwards. "You know, I think you enjoy our little class sessions as much as I do," he said smoothly and evenly, still advancing towards her.

"W...wha... what are you talking about?" she stammered nervously, continuing to walk backwards, moving away from him.

"Oh come on now sister, don't be coy. I've seen the way you look at me. I know you want me. You know, it was very naughty of you to spank me in front of the entire class like that... though I did thoroughly enjoy it. But then again, I'm sure you did too. Did it get you off the way it got me off?"

"W... why are you saying such vulgar things to me?" she managed to choke out, still moving away from him, panic starting to sweep through her.

He chuckled softly, still looking her directly in her eyes. "Because I know you want to hear them," he said with a knowing smirk.

Sister Mary was horrified. What was this boy going to do to her? She hoped he wasn't going to rape her. She didn't know what to do. There was no way to escape from the situation. Even worse, since deciding at a very young age that she would devote her life to the Lord and become a nun, Sister Mary was actually still a virgin. At the age of twenty-five, she considered her body to be a temple of God and she certainly didn't want one of her own students to violate that sanctity. 

Jeremy abruptly ended his advances towards her. He turned, and started to walk away from her. For a brief second in time, she felt relieved, thinking he had only been trying to scare her and was finally going to leave. Then, her feelings of abatement dispersed immediately when she realized what he was really doing. Jeremy had simply walked over to the door and twisted the dead bolt, locking the already closed door. Sister Mary was even more frantic now more than ever. She knew, as did Jeremy, that her classroom was once used as a music room. It had been converted into a regular classroom when the boarding school had built a new one in the addition recently constructed about three years ago. With her classroom still soundproofed, Sister Mary knew that even if she screamed for help now, no one would be able to hear her. No one, that is, except Jeremy and a God that seemed very far away at the moment. Sister Mary did the only thing she could now. Silently, she began to pray for rescue or some sort of reprieve from the circumstances in which she found herself at present.

As he turned away from the door, Sister Mary could see a wicked grin spread across the boy's face. Looking seriously depraved, he walked towards her again in a slow and menacing way. As he began to unloosen his navy blue uniform tie from around his neck, Sister Mary began to realize her prayer was not likely to be answered at this moment in time. "Jeremy, I don't think this is funny. That's enough. Stop now or you could be expelled from school," she warned him in a stern, authoritative tone of voice. Although truth be told, she was quite shaken internally.

"So what?" he asked calmly. "Trust me, it'd be worth it after I get to do to you what I have in mind." He smiled that evil smile again. Sister Mary had reached the wall where the paddle was hanging. She quickly reached up and grabbed it to defend herself as Jeremy closed in a few more paces and was then standing about a yard away from her.

"I'm warning you..." she began.

"You're warning me?" he let out a long, loud laugh that rumbled throughout the entire classroom. "What will you do sister?" he asked mockingly. "Paddle me again if I don't behave? Well ok then, go ahead." He turned away from her then and bent over from the waist to stick his butt out towards her. For a split second, Sister Mary was confused and wondered what she should do. None of her training as either a nun or as a teacher had prepared her for anything like this. In fact none of her life experience at all had prepared her for a situation like this one. As she contemplated swinging the paddle to hit him again and thought too about whether she could use this opportunity to get away from him, Jeremy suddenly said "here, I'll even make it easier for you." He then unfastened his belt buckle and pulled down both his uniform pants as well as his boxers to his ankles.

Not consciously meaning to, Sister Mary let out an audible gasp as she stared at his now exposed bright red ass cheeks. The general shape of the paddle was still visible across his buttocks.  What really caught her attention, both fascinating her and simultaneously dismaying her, was his huge erection that she could see hanging between his legs from the position in which he was currently standing. She stood there motionless. She had never seen a man's penis in real life before and now there was Jeremy's, fully erect only a couple of feet away from her. "What's the matter sister? See something you like?" Jeremy teased her as he slowly stood up fully, then turned around to face her. She could see his full frontal hard on now and she nearly dropped her paddle, staring gaped mouth at him. She tried to look away, but her gaze was entirely fixated on his hard, huge male appendage. "Wanna try it?" he asked, smiling devilishly at her again. Though she wasn't accustomed to seeing it, she could clearly tell that the look in his eyes was full of lust.

"No! Stop it! You're being completely indecent. Get dressed and get out of here immediately," Sister Mary commanded.

"Now why would I go and do a thing like that?" he asked her teasingly, continuing to smile sinfully at her. He started moving closer to her and almost instinctively, she swung the paddle in her hands wildly in his general direction. With graceful precision and deft reflexes, he caught the paddle mid-way to his body using only one hand. Using the same hand, he gave the paddle a small pull and easily tugged it free from her hands. Sister Mary looked at the paddle, looked up at Jeremy's villainous face and now fully realized the severity of her current situation. "You see sister," Jeremy began, "I think you need to be taught a lesson." Quickly he moved directly in front of her, standing so close to her that she could feel him breathing down on the top of her head. Using one hand, he gently removed the headpiece of her nun's habit and placed it onto her desk. He ran his fingers through her enticing curly brown hair and caressed the side of her face.

Having never been touched like that before, Jeremy's hands left Mary with a strange and unfamiliar, yet welcome tingle between her legs as well as a lovely, warm glow all over her body. Jeremy's countenance had softened a bit as he touched her face. They looked deeply into each other's eyes and she was suddenly overcome by a strong feeling that she couldn't quite explain yet. Still holding the paddle in one hand, Jeremy ran his free hand over the top part of her habit, rubbing her breasts through her clothes. An electrical sensation ran through her entire body as he touched her, leaving her breathless. She closed her eyes as he caressed each nipple until they both stood out hard and proud. She heard a sound she was unaccustomed to and realized that it was her moaning. When Jeremy moved his hand away from her breasts, she opened her eyes to see why he'd stopped. He was putting the paddle down, leaning it against the wall beside him. He continued to undo his tie. She noted that there was a mischievous grin on his face again.

"As I was saying before sister, I still think you need to be taught a lesson. You know why, dear, sweet Sister Mary?" Mary shook her head slowly, looking down at the floor then, feeling embarrassed. She was trying desperately to lock her gaze on the linoleum underfoot, but she was very much staring at the boner Jeremy sported proudly on full erect display directly in front of her. "Because I'm willing to bet that underneath all these layers and layers of nun clothes, there's a very naughty girl waiting to be set free. And I'm gonna be the one to do that." As he spoke, Jeremy's words sent chills down Mary's spine, yet she had gotten over much of her initial fear of him and what he was going to do to her. Instead, though she would be too ashamed to admit it, a ravenous curiosity was brewing inside of her, threatening to spill over and expose her new secret at any moment. Was Jeremy right? Under all her pretenses, did she want him? Did she want him to punish her for being a bad, naughty little girl?

Jeremy pulled his tie free from the collar of his uniform white dress shirt. Mary still hadn't figured out what he was going to do with it. Then he suddenly grabbed each of her wrists in each of his hands. Her eyes grew wide with terror as he spun her away from him and grasped her wrists together in a single one of his hands behind her back. Then he began to tie his necktie around her wrists using his other hand. She was both frightened and excited at the same time as he bound her wrists together. Then he pushed her forward until she was leaning over the side of her desk. Realizing now what he intended, she was about to speak out in protest, when Jeremy shoved the part of her hair covering he'd removed earlier into her mouth, using it as a makeshift gag. "Shhh..." Jeremy said, smoothing her hair down and away from her face.

Even though he was behind her now and she couldn't see him, she could hear his movements, listening to his footsteps as he walked over and picked up the paddle. She clamped her eyes tightly shut as she heard him raise the paddle high over head. Thwap! The paddle came down cracking loudly over her clothing covered ass cheeks. The impact hurt even worse than she'd feared and she tried to scream out, only to hear a muffled choking whimper sound come out through the cloth stuffed into her mouth. Jeremy swatted her ass another four times and by now Mary felt like her butt was on fire. Tears streaked down her face after the second strike had landed on her backside and now the pain was getting so intense that she was worried if he hit her again she would black out. 

Sensing that she wouldn't be able to handle much more, Jeremy lifted up the back of her habit. He pulled down her panties and removed them completely, throwing them on the floor before running his hands over her fiery red streaked butt cheeks. His hands were cool and felt soothing to her scorching hot behind. "Wow sister, your ass is even more perfect than I imagined." Though she was still sobbing quietly, Jeremy's words did something to her. He reached underneath her and rubbed her clit, which she hadn't realized before in her life was severely aching to be touched.

She moaned softly as he touched her in places no one had ever touched before. He ran his right index and middle fingers along her moistening slit. "See sister, I knew you were a bad girl. I knew you'd like being spanked then rubbed like this." He was right too. She really did like it, especially the way he was touching her now. He prodded her outer lips and then explored her inner folds. When he made his way down and should have been able to slip a finger or two inside of her, he found that he couldn't. There was some kind of soft fleshy barrier preventing him from doing it. "What the..." he began to say, confused for a second. Realization slowly coming into his clouded mind, he quickly ripped his hand away from her slit, lowering her clothing, then untied her hands. She slowly came off of the desk and he removed the cloth headpiece from her mouth.

"Why... why did you stop?" she asked, genuinely curious as she wiped at her tear stained face with the back of her hand. He'd stopped just as she was starting to really enjoy it.

His handsome boyish face had a sheepish, embarrassed expression on it and he was staring down at the floor. He had pulled his pants back up too. "Because... I didn't, well... I didn't know you were really a virgin."

"Oh," she replied, looking down at the floor too now, her face turning beet red. She'd forgotten there'd be clear signs to make that obvious to him especially since aside from being a virgin, she'd never douched, used tampons, or inserted anything else into her vagina. Her strict, highly moral and overly religious Catholic parents had always taught her to be chaste and that touching herself in a nasty way "down there" was a sin. They told her that no one was to do that except for her husband, but they had always stressed that it would be better for her to stay a virgin and become a nun.    

"I thought..." his voice trailed off and he hesitated for a few seconds. He tried again saying "I thought that you were really a bad girl that just liked to tease me and flirt with me. You know, like you were using the whole nun thing as a disguise, or a cover story or something. At least that's how I thought of you in my fantasies. I didn't know that you were really into those nun vows and chastity and everything. I... I'm sorry, sister," he said, shame and remorse coloring both his deeply crimson colored face as well as his words.

His eyes were still on the floor and Sister Mary looked at him then, feeling very sorry for him suddenly. On impulse, she reached out to grab him, pulling him towards her in an embrace. "It's ok," she said rubbing his back trying to soothe him. Standing there like that, he eventually put his arms around her too. As they hugged, she looked up at his face to see if she'd consoled him. While a pained look remained on his face, she could tell the proximity to her was also causing his desire for her to stir once more. She felt it too and couldn't find the strength to deny him when he bent his head towards her and kissed her on the lips. Unbridled passion shot through both of them as they kissed fervently, fondling each other's body with hands roaming everywhere. Jeremy slipped his tongue inside her mouth and explored her warm, moist orifice. They tongue wrestled a bit and he ran his hands over her fully clothed breasts again. Not satisfied by the lack of direct contact, he reached down and pulled her habit up and slipped it over her head and tossed the clothing onto her desk. 




Sister Mary Learns a Lesson



With one hand behind her back, he quickly unsnapped her bra and removed it before throwing it to join the rest of her clothing on top of her desk. He undressed himself at lightning speed and they both stood there for a minute, admiring each other's naked beauty. She was petit, but curvy and shapely with smooth, soft, even skin. He was tall, tanned, muscular and statuesque looking. He picked her up and gently laid her back on her desk's top, kissing and licking her neck after he put her down. He licked a trail down to both her nipples. He sucked and kissed her breasts. Then he spread her legs open wide and bent his head between her legs, and licked her inner thighs, teasing her. Next, he lightly started to lick, then suck on her clit. She moaned loudly, unable to control her volume with the pleasure he was giving her. 

Never before had she known such carnal delights existed. She'd read about such things in text books or overheard people talk in passing whispers sometimes at the school, but the actual experience was something else entirely.  He reached up and fondled one of her breasts while he continued giving her such amazing oral pleasure. He licked and sucked on her clit until she began to shake and clutch his head between her legs, bucking her hips against his face. When she could speak again, she said "wow -- that was incredible. What was that?" She asked, trying to catch her breath.

"Well, my student, it's called an orgasm," he said grinning, then he continued to lavish light flicks across her clit. She giggled. 

"I'd heard about them when I was assigned to teach a sex ed class before, but I didn't know it'd be like this." She cooed while he continued to nuzzle at her sensitive clit.

Enjoying the experience, but anxiously awaiting even more new encounters, she finally pulled away from him a little and he moved out of her way so she could sit up on the desk's edge. She looked at his huge member that she was becoming very much enamored of. "Ok, let me try," she said eager to please her new 'teacher' the way that he had pleased her. He aimed himself towards her mouth and she licked and sucked all around his penis, just doing whatever felt natural. When she licked a spot that elicited a sigh or more heavy breathing from him, she would go back and continue to lick and tease those spots. He was big, thick around and long, so while she didn't think his entire member would fit into her mouth, she thought she'd start with the head. She licked it then sucked on it greedily, mimicking some of the mouth work he'd done on her clit. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could and used her hands to stroke him with the same rhythm and at the same rate that she was sucking on the tip of his penis. It wasn't long before she felt him tensing up.

"I'm about to cum," he announced breathing raggedly, about a second before he shot the first of his seed into her mouth. Not really prepared for what he was doing, in her state of surprise, she let go of his huge cock and as he fell out of her mouth and hand and he sprayed jism on the side of her face and all over her tits. He grabbed his dick and pumped his hand over it briskly as the last few sprays shot onto her lovely 36C size breasts. 

"Wow, that was a lot," she said reaching into her desk to grab some travel size wipes and napkins. "I didn't know it was going to be like that," she admitted to him as she handed him some napkins. She wiped her face, but as she removed the sticky goo, she got an even stronger tingle stirring between her legs. She looked up at him and he smiled at her, immediately recognizing what that look in her eyes meant. He laid her back on her desk and rubbed her clit.

He then positioned himself standing between her legs. He rubbed the head of his big dick against her clit and she was loving it. "This is probably going to hurt, at least at first," he told her honestly, trying to prepare her as he put pressure on her soon to be open entrance. He pushed forward as gently as he could. He pushed more strongly now. He pushed again, but the resistance wasn't enough to get him through.

"What's the matter?" she asked feeling very anxious, not entirely knowing what was wrong.

"I'm trying not to hurt you," he said.

Desire was overwhelming her and she suddenly had a very strong desire to have him inside of her. She found herself talking to him with a thick, lust-filled voice that she barely recognized as her own. "But I thought you said I was a bad girl that you had to teach a lesson. So what's pleasure without a little pain?" 

The sexy teasing look she gave him then sent him very nearly over the edge. "What's that? Does Sister Mary want me to pop her cherry?" he asked with that sinfully delicious smile again returning to his face.

"Yes, yes, yes! Go on, pop my cherry! Do it! Go on and give it to me good!" she screamed rubbing her pussy lips all over the head of his unbelievable dick as she spoke. She could barely believe she'd spoken such filthy words aloud. She knew this situation was wrong, forbidden, sinful even. Yet the more she thought about these things, the more turned on she got and the more she wanted her student to do these naughty things to her body. 

After hearing her talk to him like that, Jeremy couldn't take any more. He grabbed her by her hips and with one quick thrust, he pushed almost all the way into her. He was worried that he shouldn't have though about a second later as her beautiful face contorted, registering intense pain across her delicate features. He moved slowly in and out of her. "It's too big. Pull it out." He did as she requested, letting her rest for a second. When she was ready to try to take him again, she nodded and he re-entered her. Looking at the still pained expression on her face, he removed himself before re-inserting one last time. Then finally, after a few seconds of gentle slow stroking this time, the pain at her vaginal entrance subsided and her face looked much more relaxed.

At first, he stroked into and out of her with slow, short thrusts to get her used to him. She could hardly believe she was able to stretch so wide and take all of him inside of her. Even more than that, she couldn't believe what she was letting this teenaged boy, one of her students no less, do to her body. Again, the very thought of how forbidden their current interlude was sent her over the edge as his strokes became longer and more powerful. Her tight, hot, wet cunt clenched hard on his dick as she came again, for only the second time in her life. He stopped moving while she came on his cock, savoring the sweet, tight, wet warmness wrapped around him. For her, this orgasm was even more amazing this time with him inside of her. When he felt her convulsions subside, he again began to pump her pussy, but this time much faster and with greater ferocity. "Ah yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" she found herself screaming with reckless abandon. He did as she asked, plowing into her as hard as he could, making the entire desk shake and rock back and forth as he pounded her greedy, needy, too long neglected cunt.

He lasted for as long as he could at this pace, but soon, he grabbed her hips and pulled her tight against him, pushing his dick as far into her as he could possibly get it, his balls tightening as they hit her ass. He stopped his stroking and shot the first part of his load, gave her another two quick thrusts and shot more cum into her dripping wet pussy. He repeated this series of stopping, shooting and thrusting until he was buried deep inside of her, completely spent from his intense orgasm. As he had started to cum, she clenched her tight pussy around his inflated, swollen member, milking it dry as she reached a new height of ecstasy herself. She cried out as she came hard on his dick again, their bodies convulsing together. He pulled her close to him, kissing her while their bodies stayed merged. She had never experienced anything like this before, but she loved it. Jeremy had been right -- Sister Mary had learned her lesson. One that she would not only never forget, but now because of this new found experience, she knew that she was forever a changed woman.



Sister Mary Learns Another Lesson



[You my wonderful readers asked for this - so here it is, as requested, Part 2 to Sister Mary Learns A Lesson. Enjoy!] 

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After their first encounter together, for weeks Sister Mary avoided Jeremy as much as she could. The guilt about what she'd allowed him to do to her seemed to be eating her alive and kept her awake at night... even as she found respite in the shower or a bathroom stall, masturbating as she relived the sensual delights the boy had introduced her to privately and only within her own mind. 

For Jeremy's part, surprisingly, he hadn't pressed her for more sex -- at least not outright. His behavior in her class had greatly improved overall, though he still sat in the front row of her class and instead of calling the attention of his classmates to himself with his usual shenanigans, he'd gone a different route. He now sat throughout her entire class session quietly, but giving her a mischievous, knowing smirk or sometimes covertly licking his lips and making sure she noticed. Other times he would shift in his chair so that as she walked by during her lessons, she could see the bulge of his erection straining hard against the front of his pants... 

She had no idea how he could be so sneaky, stealthy and nonchalant in such blatant, sinful and open invitation. To say the least, Jeremy had become a huge distraction. Often she'd be so hot and bothered that she all but ran to the faculty restroom at the end of the same hall her classroom was located in to go relieve herself after each class session Jeremy attended. Yet Sister Mary had been sure not to get caught alone in the classroom with him again until she could sort out her feelings on the matter and figure out what she wanted to do next...

She'd just gone into the stall at the far end of the restroom and had pushed the middle of her white cotton brief panties aside to start languishing attention on her clit when she heard the outer door of the restroom open. At first she froze, afraid and feeling guilty that she'd get caught. Then she shrugged and continued with her self-pleasure not really thinking anything more of it because she was being quiet as she heard the stall next to hers being closed then locked. She was also in a locked stall of the teachers' restroom, so she'd be fine. It was just another faculty or staff member coming to pee or something. She was probably just being too paranoid because of her guilty conscience. 

As she moved her fingers now slick with her body's natural lubricant over her pleasure nub, she began to fantasize about getting caught with Jeremy doing her. It made her even more excited, not to mention worsened that sense of sick dread and twisting guilt rumbling through the pit of her stomach, as she thought about it. Would she like being watched while she had sex? Would the person acting as voyeur like watching her get it on? Would the third party want to participate? What would it be like to be so carnally stimulated by two lovers at once as they both ravished her body?

Mary continued rubbing her clit, more and more quickly. She'd closed her eyes and threw her back against the side wall of the stall to help brace her. As she became increasingly aroused, she realized she didn't hear any tinkling going on beside her and she suddenly had the feeling that someone was watching her. Alarmed, she opened her eyes and found herself looking up into Jeremy's handsome, young face. He was greedily drinking in the sight of her touching herself as he stood on the toilet and looked down at her from over the divider of the next stall over. "Don't let me stop you. Please continue," he murmured in a sexy, husky voice when her hand stilled. 

Though Sister Mary's first instinct was to kick the boy out before they were both found out, she couldn't help but allow the delicious naughtiness still lingering from her vivid fantasies to guide her. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked and sucked her juicy fingers gently, teasingly, eliciting an "oooh" from Jeremy before she put them back on her clit.

Enjoying the idea of having such an eager, excited, encouraging audience, she became even more emboldened and pushed the middle finger of her other hand inside of her tight channel. Even more desire flamed in Jeremy's Sapphire blue eyes in the dimly lit restroom, but she could see and feel it almost as though it were a tangible force nonetheless. She knew that same smoldering fire must be contained in her own dark chocolate brown eyes in equal amounts too.

Jeremy continued to watch until almost from the sheer intensity of his lust-filled, hungry gaze, Mary began to convulse in orgasm. He kept his eyes locked on hers until she quieted. Then he seamlessly and smoothly climbed over the stall wall separating the two of them, as though he scaled restroom dividers every day. He landed softly on his feet and Mary found herself all but flinging herself into the boy's arms before she pawed her fingers through their combined clothing until she found his fly and undid it.

As she'd expected, he was rock hard and ready to go as she fondled his erection inside of his boxers. As he rubbed her back and licked the rim of her ear he whispered "I wondered where you'd been in such a hurry to get to after class these last few weeks. You know, I would have gladly come and helped you sooner if I knew you had such a thing for doing it in restrooms." Mary tried to suppress her smile and subsequent shiver of delight -- neither of which she was actually able to do successfully.

This time Jeremy was a lot more prepared as he swiftly slid a condom from his pocket and sheathed himself before he pushed Mary's conservative undies to the side a little more. He braced his other hand above her head on the stall wall and guided himself into her wet, willing and waiting carnal embrace. He gripped her hip and pulled her leg up and over his hip. He kept his other hand positioned against the wall before he moved into her slowly at first as they both savored the contact. It had only been about three weeks since Sister Mary had lost her virginity, but truth be told, she'd been fiending for this intimacy like a drug addict ever since.

The sensations coursing through her combined with the masterful stroking Jeremy was using on her sensitive core, not to mention the various forbidden elements of their current interlude, pushed Sister Mary over the edge again within a matter of just a few minutes. As she bit down hard on his shoulder to keep from crying out while he continued to thrust into her through her orgasm, she imagined a stranger watching this interlude. The sheer excitement of them getting caught seemed to push them both higher and Jeremy barely stifled a groan, thoroughly enjoying the combination of pleasure and pain from their physical connections. Then he lifted her other leg and she instinctively wrapped both of her legs around his waist.

Jeremy turned to get them a little more room in the small restroom space and leveraging the increased freedom of movement, he gripped both of her hips and really pounded into her. He used her body to help him slide her on and off his dick as he moved in and out of her. Mary held on for dear life, gripping her arms around his strong muscular neck and back, wishing his uniform clothes weren't in the way. 

Simultaneously, she mused silently that she couldn't believe this time was even better than the first time they'd been together. Was it the element of anticipation that had built up the excitement even more and made the ecstasy of release even sweeter now that they were together again after a brief delay?

Sister Mary didn't really have time to think on that further as the crescendo of fiery sensations was now coming to a fevered, frenzied finale. They both had their most explosively powerful orgasms jointly this time and stayed in the small stall panting for a few minutes afterwards. Jeremy continued to hold her and kiss her as they both came down from their sexual high and they simply basked in the afterglow, their two bodies still intimately connected. 

However, they both sighed as reality set back in and they realized that they both absolutely had to get going before someone came in and caught them. There really wouldn't be a reasonable explanation of why a student was in this restroom and they both knew it.

Jeremy pulled out of her reluctantly and still semi erect before he removed the condom. He flushed the evidence and zipped up his pants. He gave Sister Mary a quick kiss on the forehead before he silently hightailed his ass out of there. He made sure the hallway was still clear at this end of the corridor before he went out, as he had when he'd come in. He cleaned up in the boys' restroom where he'd stashed his books before he made his way to his next class without anyone noticing anything out of the ordinary... In the meantime, Sister Mary cleaned herself up and made sure that the condom hadn't resurfaced in the toilet. 

She even flushed the toilet again just to be sure, even though there was no sign of the evidence anywhere. She then crawled under the door of the next stall and unlocked it from the inside too before checking herself over in the mirror one last time to ensure that she had put herself back together right. Then she rushed back to her classroom. The rest of the school day she felt as giddy as some of the school girls she taught. Now she was starting to understand what made a few of them so damn happy... 

Yet once again, as Sister Mary laid awake on her small, pious and uncomfortable cot in the convent across only a small night stand from an older, heavy set nun who snored, passed gas in her sleep and was her roommate, she felt guilty. That sick, guilt-ridden feeling was consuming her from the pit of her stomach, inside out, now more than ever. 

What the hell had she been thinking? If word of this scandal got out, not only would she personally be dismissed, but the school would be seen as compromised and her order of sisters would be scandalized as well. Not to mention that Jeremy was only a few weeks away from graduation, but could still be suspended or more likely expelled if the administration found out about anything going on between the two of them.

What had she become? Her father, God rest his soul, would spin around in his grave if he knew how she'd been behaving like a harlot this morning. Her mother, who was still living and more devoutly Catholic now than ever before in her life, would simply disown Mary. 

However, unlike previously when she thought of her too strict, overbearing, and possibly overly convicted parents, she did not feel like falling right in line and doing exactly everything they ever taught her to do. The very thought of her parents always trying to make her feel so repressed made her suddenly feel angry and defiant. She was an adult now and it was time for her to start making her own damn choices. Her parents couldn't continue to control her and guilt trip her until her death to live the kind of lifestyle that neither of them had ever even made themselves live. 

So were her parents hypocrites? Or had they simply been trying to protect her from making a bad relationship choice based only on sex or from other sex-related consequences? All these questions were really making her head hurt. Mary would have to figure out what she wanted to do the next day. As the blackness began to overtake her, she was able to tune out her parents and their negative impact on her life and even tune out the stinky, snoring old nag hag on the other side of the narrow room. 

Everything seemed to fade away from her mind as she finally began drifting off to sleep at 3:00 am, knowing she'd have to get back up in the next two hours for morning work, prayers and devotionals. Well almost everything faded from her mind, except Jeremy and how wicked and amazing he looked as he thrust into her while he was cumming. A sinful thought that made her smile, then sigh as she eventually succumbed to the darkness and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning after she'd completed her devotional duties, chores around the convent and had gotten her materials gathered to teach her classes today, Sister Mary was feeling terrible. She couldn't believe she'd had such heretic thoughts last night. Her parents loved her and had only ever done what they'd felt was best for her. 

Who was she to behave like a disobedient, sullen child defying her parents, God and even her employer to engage in an illicit affair with a young boy that made her blood boil at just the mere thought of him and his glorious cock...

What Sister Mary needed was to confess her sins and rededicate herself to her nun order. She couldn't allow the devil to distract her now with all kinds of temptations when she still had so much work to do within her life's calling. 

A woman on a mission, it was just after 6:00 am as Sister Mary headed over to the school's main chapel. She knew the new priest who'd arrived this school year and served as Chaplain would be there starting at 6:00 am. So she'd likely be the first person there and she'd still have time to make it back across campus for her first class at 7:30 am. She pulled open one of the church's heavy doors and strode inside the building. It suddenly struck her that the place seemed cold and lacking any of God's presence. Odd, especially considering it was supposed to be a place of worship...

Sister Mary steadied her nerves and stayed determined though as she stepped into the ornate, gothic style boxy confessional. It seemed like a vertical coffin to her suddenly and she began to feel uncharacteristically claustrophobic as she forced herself to take a seat. She wasn't sure what was really worse in this moment -- having an affair with a high school boy who also happened to be one of her students or having to remain inside this infernal box.

A small door slid open indicating that the priest was ready to begin hearing her confession. "Yes, my child?"

"Forgive me Father, for I have sinned."

"We are all sinners, but still worthy in the eyes of the Lord. Tell me of your sins so you may be forgiven."

"I..." Mary faltered, unsure exactly how she was going to say what she'd come to confess. When she again felt more composed and as if she could speak, she continued. "I have strayed from my God-chosen path, falling prey to worldly temptations that I should have known better than to indulge in and now I need to recommit to my purpose."

"Aww yes, I know of what you speak. You shall need to redeem yourself in order to continue on your path, however. Are you ready for that my child?"

"Yes Father, I am ready to do whatever is necessary in order to redeem myself before our Lord and Savior."

"Good, then go and say twenty hail Marys. God will hear your earnest intensions."

"Yes Father. Thank you," Sister Mary said quietly before she obeyed immediately, leaving the cramped confessional and going before the statue of Mary at the front of the church. Sister Mary knelt before the virgin and took her rosary from her pocket before beginning to pray as she'd been instructed. 

When she was finished, she quickly rose preparing to make the twenty minute trek back across the large campus and begin her classes for the day. She would speak to the Mother Superior later about reciting her vows and renewing her commitments again. Overall, maybe this wouldn't prove to be as hard as she'd originally thought... 

However, as she walked briskly passed a door she didn't previously notice had been opened, she felt her entire body abruptly be pulled into the unfamiliar hallway. Mary let out a little shriek of terror as she'd been caught off guard. A man with a broad, flat chest, muscular stomach and big, strong arms covered her mouth with his huge hand and pulled her roughly into a small office before closing and locking the door. 

"You know Sister Mary, you really should be more careful about your indiscretions," the man said raspily into her ear. He pressed his stiffening groin into her backside and kept his hand over her mouth while Mary's pulse raced as the terror of the situation overtook her. "I saw you, you know. I saw you with that boy, your student. His name's Jeremy, right?" Mary said nothing, she didn't even nod. Her worst fears were becoming realized in this instance and she felt numb and dumb as the man took his other hand and gruffly traced a path down her arm.

Somehow as the thick fog began to clear from her hazy, fear and panic stricken mind, Mary realized something important. She recognized this man's voice. As he removed his hand from her mouth, gripping her arm with his other hand and started to spin her around to face him, she whispered "Father?" Just then, the young man's face came into view. She'd been right; it was the priest she'd given her confession to earlier. He let her go and she backed away from him as much as she could, until she felt her back against the smooth, cool pane of a dirty little window in the low ceilinged room.

"Oh c'mon now Mary. Don't act so surprised. When you do anything out of the regular routine here, sooner or later someone's going to notice. It doesn't take a genius to realize that when a boy who was in your classroom during one period then doesn't show up to his very next class, absent without any good reason, that something might have happened. When you keep running to the faculty restroom, completely flushed in the face after every single subsequent class with that boy in it, again, most people could put two and two together if they were paying attention. Oh and I've been paying attention to you for a long time," he said as he advanced towards her then and she found herself fumbling, tripping over her own feet trying to back away from him. Which was totally irrational she realized as she was completely out of room to go anywhere.

Sister Mary had seen this look of sheer determination on a male's face before. On Jeremy's face in fact and very recently. However, she didn't believe she'd ever like what she'd be on the receiving end of if this man had his way with her. He continued speaking then as he came so close to her that she felt like his proximity was sucking all the oxygen right out of the entire teeny tiny office space and even out of her very lungs. 

"I've watched for my opportunity to get next to you. Near you... in you." He inhaled then as though he were sniffing her hair and she nearly wretched. She definitely did cringe as she realized that her damned self-preservation instincts completely sucked. Her parents had ensured that as long as she did everything she was supposed to do, that things like this wouldn't happen to her. She was beginning to think they'd been wrong. 

Then again, if she'd done what they would have had her to do with the whole Jeremy thing, maybe this wouldn't be happening now... "And now I've finally found my opening..." he said before trailing off and giving her the once over from her head to her feet several times with his too approving eyes.

"Blackmail?" she gaped in outrage.

"Call it what you want, but if you hadn't been in such a big hurry to go frig yourself yesterday, you might have noticed that I was in the faculty restroom too. If the boy pursuing you hadn't been in such a big hurry to fuck you, he might have noticed too, which could have saved you from this situation..." He seemed to consider his words again for a moment before continuing. "But then again, probably not. Nothing could save you from me. I've wanted you since the moment I first laid eyes on you." 

"What?" Mary asked incredulously. She really couldn't believe things had gotten so far out of control in her life and just in the last few weeks.

He kept going almost as if she hadn't spoken. "The two of you put on quite a show, especially given the small space you had to work with. I even stroked my hard-on with the image of my own cock ramming you like that."




Sister Mary Learns Another Lesson



"You... you watched?" The thought 'be careful what you wish for,' flashed through Mary's mind. "But there was no one in the bathroom. I didn't see any feet under any of the other stalls or anything when I went in or out." 

"Oh yes, you really must be a rookie, because you didn't check the supply closet. I watched right through the gaps in the stall walls and didn't even have to leave my position in that storage area. You were so stuck on that boy, you didn't even notice me," he said seemingly infuriated by the very thought, his voice rising slightly as he'd spoken his last few words. 

A strange, unnatural silence descended upon the two of them like a thick, icky veil for a long stretch before he seemed to recover himself. He took a step back, giving her some much needed breathing space. "So, as I said before, you will need to redeem yourself Sister Mary. You will have to be punished."

"What? How?" Mary's mind was working a mile a minute and her heart went back into hyper-drive speed as she thought of the various consequences she could be faced with if he went before the Mother Superior and told her of the things he'd been privy to.

"That's for me to decide and for you to find out when I say so," he said stepping close to her again and roughly groping her breasts. He vulgarly licked the side of her face and as she turned her head to get away from his assaulting tongue, she suddenly felt a stinging pain on her thigh. 

Mary gasped in surprise, pain and indignation as she looked to see he'd stepped back earlier to retrieve a belt. He'd managed to remain unseen as he had wrapped the thick leather around his fist several times. Then he'd struck her with the metal buckle tip. 

He smiled a hideously evil smile before he said to her "we can, and will, play some more later... But right now, you'd better run on along and get to class on time. You unjustifiably missing from class would be a lot more noticeable than some miscreant fuck toy kid." As he stepped aside for her to pass he added "and don't forget dear sweet Sister Mary, if you don't do exactly what I want, life could become very unpleasant for you and your little high school boy."

Mary was so distracted and distraught throughout most of the rest of the day that when she thought her last student had left before lunch, she didn't realize as she'd turned around to the blackboard to erase some notes that she was not alone in her classroom at the moment. It wasn't until she heard the dead bolt click into place in the door, that she jumped, then turned around startled. Fortunately for her, it was just Jeremy.

"You know Sister, for some reason I just can't stop thinking about you lately. You may have reformed me. I might be willing to give up at least some of my naughty ways for you. I've even been dreaming about you. I don't know... Either I'm becoming a huge, whipped softy, or you might actually be the one." He teased as he smiled at her charmingly from the door. 

Yet, Sister Mary didn't smile back at him or return his flirtations. She looked at him, then started wringing her hands together, the expression on her face speaking volumes about her guilt and troubles perhaps in a way that words could never fully express. Seeing this, her student was now no longer looking at her with the unadulterated lust and general blatant interest that usually pervaded their interactions. He was watching her with genuine concern shading his facial features. 

"Okay, what's the matter?" he asked as he approached her, seeming to have completely switched modes. Sister Mary realized then that she'd been so preoccupied that for the first time in a long while, she and Jeremy hadn't spent most of their class time flirting on some level today. Probably another sure fire sign to the boy that something was way awry. 

Before she could think better of it, she found herself worriedly blurting out "I'm in trouble."

Jeremy froze midstride. "Wh... what do you mean?" he asked her, suddenly looking very pale and every bit the young kid that he actually was, instead of the cocky young man he normally projected himself to be.

It dawned on her how what she said might have sounded and she shook her head and hurriedly tried to explain. "I'm not pregnant..." she thought about their first interaction together. "At least, not as far as I know..." They both became quiet and she frowned as she looked over at him now and worried the boy was about to pass out. "Okay, let me start over. Someone knows about us. One of the priests was in the bathroom with us yesterday and now he's blackmailing me."

Though Jeremy still looked like he was about to vomit or otherwise be sick, he also now looked angry as well as his gaze lasered in on her face. "Blackmailing you? How?"

"He... he wants..."

Now Jeremy charged over to her and grasped both of her upper arms firmly in his hands. He wasn't hurting her, but she could clearly tell he was pissed. "He wants what?"

"For me to submit to him and do any and everything he wants. Otherwise, he says he can make both of our lives very 'unpleasant.' And believe me, he's been checking on me for a while now, because he referred to you by name when I hadn't said a word about you. He doesn't just have a vague idea that I'm having an affair with one of my students. He even watched us while we were... uh... together in the restroom. He was hiding in the storage closet."

"Shit, what a sick, stalking creep," Jeremy said letting go of her before running one hand over his hair as he scrubbed the other over his face in frustration and aggravation. "I swear I hate this fuckin' place. It's one of the reasons I've been so rebellious at every turn here, why I assumed things about you at first that definitely turned out not to even be true. I've become so disillusioned by the things I've learned about people in the church in the six years that I've been going to school here. My parents said I was 'spirited' and that coming to a prep school like this one starting in seventh grade would help to tame me and keep me calm. Oh man, they were so wrong. They have no idea about the kind of shit that goes on behind the scenes here and how I've acted out even worse as a consequence of learning how things really are." 

Jeremy sighed then looked out the window before he continued, an expression of determined resignation on his face. "You know I'm getting the hell out of here in a few weeks..." he paused for a few seconds and took a deep breath before he turned to look at her then added "and I want you to come with me." Sister Mary's eyes widened in sheer shock at those unexpected words. 

"Before you answer me, please take some time to think about it. My maternal grandmother left a trust fund for me and it's setup so I begin receiving the money the day I graduate from here. We won't have the kind of money my parents have, well at least not for the next twelve years until I hit age thirty and get the remaining bulk of my trust fund money to do with it what I please at that point. But we will be more than comfortable in the meantime." 

Mary was still so stunned that she couldn't speak. "So whether it turns out you're pregnant with my kid or not, I don't wanna leave you stuck in this shit hole. You've only been here three years and you've been lucky to avoid any drama and scandals until now because you're genuinely a good woman. I would never want to be the cause of ruining your reputation or leave you here being even more miserable with this school's façade of respectability, while all manner of depravity goes on behind closed doors. But regardless of what you decide, I will fix this mess and get that priest off your back. Which one is it anyway?"

"Father Alexander, the Chaplain," she answered quietly as confusing emotions warred with one another inside her mind. She was so shocked at present not only by Jeremy's words, but also his demeanor. She'd never seen this side of him before. 

Jeremy nodded, not at all looking surprised or deterred by her mention of the priest's name. Then he took her into his arms and kissed her until she was breathless and feeling dizzy...

As soon as she walked back into the convent after her scheduled work day had been completed, the Mother Superior came herself to summon Sister Mary. In fact, the head nun was literally standing by the front door waiting for her when she walked in. As Mary was starting to wonder if this day could get any worse, she walked into Sister Abigail's office and her silent question was answered. 

Sister Mary saw Father Alexander sitting there in the Mother Superior's office in one of the cushy chairs reserved for special guests. Sister Abigail, the Mother Superior, indicated for her to sit in a hard, uncomfortable, straight back wooden chair usually reserved for wayward students, and Sister Mary did so. She wearily glanced over at Father Alexander who looked expectant. As Sister Abigail began to speak, Mary got even more suspicious and nervous as she could all but hear the woman salivating about something salacious that was either about to happen or be revealed...



Sister Mary-Margret and Jenna



This is not another cliché Halloween story. The fact that it happened on Halloween is purely coincidental. It is a story about a night out with my friend Jenna. I first noticed Jenna on her online profile. It was a transgender and cross dresser website. I had my own profile on there for a number of years. I had just turned forty and had been actively cross-dressing for about ten years.

I started a bit later than I wished. I had only occasionally worn women's things when I was younger but I didn't know how big a world it was until the internet came along. I had been writing erotic stories to magazines before the web came along in the late nineties. After that I posted them on websites. I usually wrote fiction with trans characters which was my favourite topic. People started writing back with feedback and wanted to see pictures of me. That encouraged me to take the next big step and go all out. I bought the clothes, wigs, makeup, shoes and all the kit necessary to take the plunge. I bought a digital camera and soon had my own photos online for all to see. I chose the name Mary-Margret for myself which stuck.

That progressed to meeting others like me and sharing experiences. I would sometimes even go out to clubs dressed up in full drag. I was really enjoying it as a part time hobby. I still had my regular mundane life with a steady job as an engineer for a telecomm company where no one at work suspected me of my off hours activities. I continued writing and even set up my own blog page. Like I said, I had been active like this for about ten years when I met Jenna.

Jenna 's photos caught my eye. She was pretty, always smiling, with wavy, natural red hair. Her body was tight, athletic and her legs were dynamite. She dressed provocatively but classy. I admired that. I estimated her age to be early thirties, much like myself when I started out. She was new but her pictures showed her out there at the clubs and in the streets dressed up and not shy about it. After exchanging photo comments we progressed to online chatting. I soon discovered that Jenna was very intelligent and sharp. That was refreshing for me. We chatted many times and exchanged emails for a while. We had not met in person because she lived a couple hours' drive away in the big city. I didn't travel there very often. I had in the past a few times and had one negative experience which kept me from going back. 

Finally Jenna challenged me to make the drive and meet up with her in person. I took her up on it. She suggested a private nightclub which catered to swingers. They were very friendly to all types and cross dressers were always welcome. It would be a slightly older crowd then the nightclubs of the gay district where I sometimes felt like a grandmother amongst all the twenty something kids that frequented them. It was a good choice.

The swingers club was like a dark lounge with a dance floor, bar, and some back rooms for privacy. When I met Jenna in person that first time, the two of us mostly talked a lot and got to know each other better. She was genuinely sweet and charming. She was also even better looking in person. She had a light sprinkle of freckles which I loved. Her bright blue eyes had me captured. Her outfit was quite sexy. She wore a tight black sweater and a black leather mini skirt. She wore fishnet stockings and red stiletto shoes. She looked hot. I made sure to tell her so too. 

Jenna admitted that she found me attractive too. I did my best. I had worn a short black and white polka dot baby doll dress. I had black fully fashioned nylons that were held up by my black six suspender garter belt. I wore my favourite black suede calf high boots to go with the outfit. The outfit really showed off my shapely legs which were my best feature. I wore my long, redhead wig which was my go to choice. Jenna and I danced, drank, flirted and shared lots of girl talk. We got hit on by a several guys but we tried to devote our attention to each other. We did enjoy all the free drinks though. I also learned that Jenna was married and her wife not only knew about this side of her but was also supportive. Jenna said that her wife often joined her on her nights out as Jenna. 

That night was just the beginning. When we got someone to take our picture together, both of us began posing provocatively and showing lots of leg. Our photographer suggested that we kiss. For a second, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared and all was silent as our soft red lips made contact. Jenna kissed very much like a woman. She was soft and yielding. Even though the kiss did not last a long time it was an eternal moment for me. The spark was lit. I wasn't expecting anything but the kiss we shared gave me hope for more. It was late and the club was closing and both had to get up early for work the next day so we left it at that on that night. Once we stepped out onto the street, we shared another soulful, sweet kiss before parting ways. 

We chatted several times after that and we both remarked about the kiss. It was unexpected but very much enjoyed. I looked forward to another possible night out with my new friend. As it turned out, the next chance we both had to meet on the same night was Halloween. Luckily, it fell on a Friday and neither one of us had work the next day. We again agreed to meet at the same swingers club. Jenna didn't know what she would wear up until the last moment. I told her that I would be dressed as a sexy blonde nun and to look for me. 

I had made a nun costume before. It was a long button up black dress with sheer black belle sleeves. I had the white collar which covered most of my upper chest. I wore a black latex, lace up corset on the outside of the outfit to make it naughty. I also had a black and white wimple for my head. It covered the back of my long, blonde hair but the front strands still framed my face. I wore sexy black fully fashion stockings with seams up the back and Cuban heels. Black pattern leather stiletto shoes with gold spike heels completed the outfit. To make it sexy, I unbuttoned the bottom of the dress from the hem up to the top of my thighs so that my stocking tops and garters would show when I walked or crossed my legs. I made sure to wear bright red slutty lipstick to make my plump lips look enticing. 

After arriving at the club, I noticed Jenna at the bar. She had several people around her. She looked really hot. Jenna was dressed in a pink satin, truck stop diner's waitress costume. It was adorable and tiny. It really showed off her sexy bare legs. The hem barely covered her tight round ass. She even had the little white ankle socks and pink stiletto shoes. She was doing tequila shots that someone had bought her. She was surrounded by a Catwoman who was another cross dresser, a male vampire, a hot blonde policewoman with a huge rack, and some others that I fail to remember. 

I made my way over to her and when she spotted me she embraced me with a drunken hug. I quickly caught up with a few shots myself. Jenna then pulled the busty blonde police woman over to her by the hand and said, "Honey, I would like you to meet Sister Mary-Margret. Sister Mary-Margret, this is my wife, Officer Angela."

I was surprised that Jenna brought along her wife. It was unexpected. Angela proved to be every bit as charming as Jenna. She seemed a bit shy which was odd because her costume was very revealing and sexy. The blue top was a halter and her very large boobs were spilling out of it. The little blue pleated skirt was micro size and she had black fishnets on her shapely legs. Angela was a real knockout. The three of us shared drinks and chatted. Most of the conversation was between Angela and myself as Jenna kept getting free shots from strangers. She drank them and would sometimes give a the patron a kiss. The vampire guy made out with her for a few minutes and was squeezing Jenna's ass. I tried to gleam a reaction from Angela. I was a bit jealous. I wondered how she must have felt. 

Angela assured me that it was alright with her. So long as Jenna was up front and honest with her than she was cool with it. She told me that she knew all about the kiss that I shared with her husband from our first meeting. Instead of jealous feelings, she said that it excited her and she looked forward to witnessing a repeat performance. I was looking forward to it too but first I had to get Jenna away from her many admirers. Eventually, Jenna returned to Angela and myself who were becoming good friends. 

I was sitting on a bar stool with my back to the bar and my legs crossed. My stocking clad leg was exposed up past the welt to show a bit of bare thigh. Angela was standing beside me. Jenna was standing in front of me. She heard her wife and me discussing the kiss. Jenna took a step forward and straddled my lap. I could feel her satin panty on my nylon covered leg. Jenna grabbed hold of my head and leaned forward. She said, "Your lips look delicious Sister." With that she licked her lips and pressed her saucy mouth against mine. She kissed me aggressively right away. Her mouth was open and her tongue was searching for mine. I responded to her kiss with passion. I put my hand around her neck and held her close to me and with my other hand I cupped her ass cheek through her tiny satin skirt. Jenna moaned into my mouth. She was obviously turned on by my response. My tongue touched hers inside of our lip lock. Jenna's body gyrated with pleasure as she kissed me. As she grinded on my thigh, I could feel her growing hardness through the satin panties. I let my hand reach up under her little skirt and grab hold of her sumptuous ass. 

Meanwhile, I wondered what her wife was doing and thinking during our public exhibition. I could see her between us. She was petting Jenna's hair and her other hand glided along the back of mine. Angela's big breast was pressing up against the side of my arm. I reached around her waist to hang onto her. "Angela cooed, "You two look so beautiful. That's so hot!"

My kiss with Jenna was mind blowing. Our passion was heating us both up as we made out with abandon in front of the crowd of strangers. Jenna was forcefully humping my muscular thigh. Her erection had forced itself out of the confinement of her pink satin panties so that I could feel the hot, bare skin of her cock on my nylon covered leg. She bit my lip in her excitement. We broke our lip lock and I kissed the nape of Jenna's neck. She stuck her tongue into my ear. Angela could see that Jenna's cock was erect and out too. She kissed her husband on the cheek. I looked around and seen the large group of people surrounding us to watch our lewd display. I had never had an audience before. I whispered to Angela, "Maybe we should take this to a back room."

"What for, this so hot like this. I don't want to interrupt anything," Angela replied as she gave me a soft gentle kiss. As I sucked on Angela's lower lip, Jenna began softly kissing her cheek. Jenna grabbed hold of one of her wife's breasts and squeezed the soft flesh. Jenna tugged at Angela's halter top until her left boob popped out. Janna grabbed Angela away from my mouth and kissed her passionately. I felt Angela's exposed tit against my face. I turned and found her big pink nipple in front of me. I licked wet circles around it with my long wet tongue. I then took it into my mouth for a good suck. As I sucked on her big breast, Angela made out with Jenna. Jenna continued to hump my thigh. I lowered my hand to Angela's bum and began massaging the round cheek under her mini skirt. She was wearing a black thong underneath. 

I could feel the warm, dampness in Angela's crotch. Her thigh was already wet. My other hand continued to explore Jenna's ass. I had found my way inside her panties and had one finger teasing her tight little back door. When my finger pressed up inside her bottom, Jenna stopped kissing her wife and pulled my face off of Angela's tit. Jenna planted her mouth back on mine and kissed me hard again. She moaned with ecstasy. She grinded and humped my leg harder and faster. Her tongue was down my throat. That inspired me to finger fuck her asshole faster. My other hand was busy massaging Angela's clit through her thin panty. Jenna's hips pumped faster and her red hot cock exploded in orgasm all over my leg. 

From our action my dress had ridden up to my hips. My upper thighs were on display as were my silky black panties. I had grown a stiff erection myself from my actions with Jenna and Angela. Jenna's hot semen was sprayed all over my bare thigh and the top of my stocking welt. Some had splashed my black panties. As Jenna slowed down her humping, she broke our kiss to catch her breath. As she leaned back, the evidence of her orgasm was exposed for all the on lookers to see. I reached down and squeezed out the last drops of cum from Jenna's cock. I raised my fingers to my lips and greedily sucked them clean. Jenna watched me and was turned on by it. She kissed me hard again and we shared her tasty cum between us. 

Angela was excited by it too. I could feel my fingers getting soaked by her overflowing love juices. Angela pulled Jenna's face to hers so that she get a taste too. As the two of them kissed, I returned to Angela's inviting breast for another taste. Jenna's cum was still dripping down my leg and reaching the bar stool. Angela finished her kiss with Jenna and instructed her husband to clean up the mess that she made. Obediently, Jenna detached herself from my leg and bent down to my crotch. That made me remove my finger from her bum. Jenna began licking up her hot cum from my nylons and thighs. She sucked it all up while smiling and putting on a lewd show. I parted my legs so that she could get in between them. Her tongue swirled around my thighs and licked along the surface of my panties. I could feel her tongue through the thin material. She outlined my thick erection. 

As I licked Angela's breast and fingered her moist pussy, she ordered her husband, "Jenna, be a good girl and suck off Sister Mary-Margret." Jenna hooked the side of panties with her finger until my trapped penis sprung free into the open. I had never been that exposed in public before. I could see all the on lookers staring at my thick, needy cock. It took no time for it to disappear again. Jenna took it into her mouth in one big gulp. She sucked hard on the meaty head. I muffled my moan into Angela's cleavage. My fingers jammed up inside her pussy up to my knuckles. Jenna's tongue worked my shaft. She licked down to my balls and sucked them one at a time. Her tongue worked its way back up my shaft to the head before taking another big suck deep into her throat. 

I fought the urge to come right away. Jenna's mouth was making it difficult on me. I looked out at the crowd of on lookers. There were so many of them. They were encouraging the action by clapping, cheering and whistling. The vampire guy was rubbing Jenna's ass as she sucked my stiff cock. I had my hand in her red curls, encouraging her mouth. I opened my mouth to Angela's tit again and nursed on her finger like nipple. After a few minutes of that, Angela pulled my face to hers again and we softly made out as her husband sucked me off. I was in a zone. It was beautiful. 

Angela stopped our kiss for a moment. She pulled a condom out of her purse and suggested to me, "Would like to bend Jenna over and fuck her in the ass?" Jenna was licking my shaft at the moment. I pulled her by the hair up to my face. I planted a long soul kiss on her mouth.. I sucked on her greedy tongue that was just licking my cock. 

I parted from our lip lock and said. "Angela, I want you to sit on the bar here. Jenna, You are going to eat your wife's pussy while I fuck you from behind." I said with authority. Angela, in her sexy cop outfit, snapped a salute and hopped up on the bar. She sat at the edge with her knees parted. Her soaking wet black panties were visible to the whole crowd. Her one tit was still hanging out of her blue halter top. I got up from my stool and stood on the floor. My knees were a bit wobbly but I stayed perched on my five inch stilettos. My angry, almost purple erection was sticking out lewdly from the front of my unbuttoned habit. Jenna slid forward and bent her face to her wife's waiting crotch. Jenna pulled the panties to the side and immediately latched onto Angela's clit.

I went around behind Jenna, who was wiggling her sassy little butt at me. I flipped up her pink skirt and pulled her pink panties down to her mid thighs. The crowd cheered at the naked display. Jenna's cock was already hard again in anticipation. I lowered my face to her smooth ass and the crowd cheered again as I shoved my long tongue right up her asshole. Jenna responded with a moan and reached back to pull my face in deeper. I rimmed her asshole out and made it all slippery and wet. 

After making a meal out of Jenna's butt I stood up and took position behind her. She flinched a little I pressed the big, wide head of cock up against her back door. My rubber coated cock pressed in as I grabbed Jenna's hips and pulled her body back toward mine. She winced again as I broke through the tight muscle and glided deeper into her asshole. Angela muffled Jenna's moans by pressing her juicy vagina into her husband's face. I drove home until my smooth wet balls slapped against Jenna's. Jenna loosened up a little and began grinding her hips indicating that she was comfortable enough to fuck. I took hold of her hips and began thrusting in and out of sexy bum.

The club's bartender was sexy black woman named Clare who as equally as busty as Angela. Clare was dressed for the night as Cleopatra. She was enjoying the show too and with Angela sitting on her bar, Clare seized the opportunity and began kissing the hot blonde police woman and feeling her up. Angela accepted the flirtation and planted her mouth on Clare's. Clare worked her hands on Angela's breasts which were both out by then. The two women made out with passion as I fucked Jenna while she ate Angela's pussy. It was an amazing sight. The onlookers closed in and I felt a few hands caressing my hair and my bum. I could tell that one of them was the tall transvestite Catwoman. The other was likely the male vampire. 

I continued to fuck harder and harder until I couldn't last any longer. Once I saw that Angela was coming on her husband's face, I let go and exploded in my own orgasm. The crowd around us erupted in applause. I took a moment to catch my breath and realized I was at the centre of all that attention. I disengaged and excused myself to go to the rest room. I cleaned up and refreshed myself. I then cleaned up my makeup to look presentable again. As I was leaving, the Catwoman met me at the door and handed me her card. She blew me a kiss and whispered, "Call me." 

I returned to Jenna and Angela at the bar. We had one last drink. Angela said that they wanted to leave and get some food. It was close to closing time anyway. The three of left and went next door to the pizza joint. I don't think the older gentleman running the pizza place knew what hit him when the three of us walked in dressed like we were. Needless to say, we ate for free. Angela and Jenna told me that they had never done anything like that before. I admitted the same. They told me that I inspired them. I blushed at the compliment. They said that they had a lot to discuss together and to work out alone. They would be going home together and I would be going my way. They were grateful that I understood and thank me again for the crazy sex. I assured them that it was all my pleasure and we parted ways. 

I sat down to write this because I was going through my purse and came across the business card of Catwoman. Maybe, I'll give her a call?



Sister Mary



"Is it working?" she asked.

"Yes," he hoarsely answered. "I think so. Shall I rub the lips harder?" he asked.

"If you think that will do it," she replied. She opened her legs wider, to give him more room.

"Am I hurting you?" he asked. She had groaned, so he stopped.

"No, that feels nice. Is that why the boys play with their penis?" she innocently asked.

"I guess so," he absently said. All his concentration was devoted to rubbing her lips. They were moist and swollen now. It was fascinating. 

"I can feel something. Tell me what's happening," she breathed heavily.

"The lips are swelling up. I can see the clitoris now. Shall I touch it?" he asked. He was riveted by the sight of the complicated folds of pink flesh. It was so different from the simple cock he had.

While continuing to stroke her wet lips, he pressed a finger on what he thought was her clitoris. 

"Sorry, didn't mean to hurt you," he hurriedly spoke. This time the gasp sounded distressing. 

"It didn't hurt. It was like a pain, like a little shock. You just took me by surprise, that's all. Try again. Yes, that must be it, keep rubbing it," she whispered.

"Ooo! I didn't expect it to be so nice. Is the vagina opening up?" she asked. She was gripping the folds of the gown so tight, her knuckles were white. It was surprising to feel an urge to part her legs even further.

"Yes, I think so," he murmured. His mind felt numb, much as it had been while being guided by his cousin. Without thinking about it, he pushed a finger into the open hole. 

"Oh! My word! That feels nice," she breathed heavily.

James experimentally circled the wet hole with a steady pressure. He moved his other hand to her clitoris, just as his cousin had demanded. Sister Mary hadn't asked him to, but he worked fingers of both hands on her sex. 

"Oh! James!" she murmured. "That is just so wonderful," she panted.

Encouraged by her reaction he pushed two fingers into her open hole. He felt resistance, which hadn't been there with his cousin. It dawned on him what it was, and almost snatched his fingers away. Of course! Sister Mary was a virgin. 

No wonder his cousin had been so experienced. She hadn't let him get near her with his cock. She had played with him, bringing him to an orgasm after hers. He wondered if he could get Sister Mary to do the same. He ached so much he needed it.

More carefully, he delved in, exploring her. His hands were everywhere at once, seeking out more sensitive places. What caught her attention the most was the two fingers in her vagina, and the fingers rubbing her clit. He could tell by the way she moaned.

Short little whimpers of sound, quiet different from Leslie's guttural gasps, warned him she was doing it. Her legs clamped solidly around his hands. He continued to wriggle the fingers, as her whole body shook. Her teeth chattered.

He looked her over, watching her reaction, enthralled. He felt powerful, having so much control over an adult. She seemed to have lost control of her body, and mind too. With his hands up between her thighs he felt like a puppet master, and almost laughed at the notion.

"Oh dear. I don't know what to say," she said, still sounding breathless.

James almost told her to say 'thank you', though fortunately kept silent. The big grin on his face said a lot.

"I became carried away. What happened?" she innocently asked.

The look of surprise on her face was replaced by one of consternation. He was familiar with the quizzical look. Some of the guys in his class commented unkindly on the expression. They said she was trying to find a brain cell. 

He had never thought of her as a dumb blonde, for she had kindly comforted him when first arriving at the school. Ever since then he had a soft spot for her, though right now he had a very hard spot for her.

He watched her slide off the edge of the cot. He grabbed her waist as her legs buckled. He should have left her leaning against the cot, only he couldn't let go of her slim waist.

"What happened James?" she asked.

"You had an orgasm," he smiled. He wanted to tell her he had given her a thumping great orgasm, and so it was his turn now. She mumbled something incoherently, obviously trying to come to terms with this piece of information.

"Did you put a finger inside me?" she asked, while blushing furiously.

"Two fingers," he unashamedly announced.

"Oh dear," she shyly spoke. "Does that mean I'm not a virgin now?" she quavered.

"I didn't break anything. I mean, err, you still are," he reassured her, too nervous of the word, virgin, to utter it.

She was so close, timidly looking to one side, he couldn't avoid it. He leant forward to kiss her cheek. He found her lips, and pulled her into a clinch. She exclaimed something, opening her mouth to him, and he took advantage. Gripping her tight, he deeply kissed her. 

His tongue wrapped around hers. He pressed himself against her, kissing passionately. This at least he had some experience of. Leslie had taught him well.

She pushed him away, then broke his grip on her body. While patting down the habit she gained time to think. 

"I'm sorry, James. We can't do that. Kissing is wrong," she said, with a look of pity on her face.

"I had my fingers inside you, gave you an orgasm. What's so wrong with a kiss?" he asked, looking hurt and mean.

"That was just an experiment, for class," she said, with a look of deep concern on her face. "We can't kiss. You're one of my students," she stated, avoiding the significance of what had happened. 

James came down to earth with a thump. Shit! He did make her cum. She was trying to avoid facing up to it. If someone found out they would both be in deep trouble. How she could possibly look so innocent after what happened, he had no idea.

He took hold of her shoulders, looking directly at her. "I'm sorry Sister Mary," he sincerely apologised.

"It's all right, James. It's my fault for being so ignorant. I didn't know that would happen. At least I now know everything is in working order. Thank you for your help. You were right. The teaching material I have is woefully inadequate," she smiled. 

How she could justify what they had done, was a mystery. Perhaps the guys were right, she must be a dumb blonde. Everyone knew she had been an orphan, with just the nuns to bring her up. Surely they knew enough to have taught her the basics, as most of them had spent time in the real world before joining the order.

"Run along now. It's past study time. You should be getting ready for bed," she told him, with a big smile once more lighting her face.

"Yes, Sister Mary," he automatically answered.

He was certainly ready for bed. It would take little work to finish off what he had started. His cock was rock hard.