Date: Sun, 16 Apr 2023 09:52:52 -0700
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: A Nun's Story (Lesbian/Adult Friends, oral, anal, F/FF)

Adult Friends, oral, anal, F/FF

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                       A Nun's Story
                            By
                           Jan

	My family was an Italian Polish family that was
devout Roman Catholics.  My siblings and I went to
parochial school.  I looked upon the nuns as the closest
thing to GOD's living examples.  I was no better than my
brother and sisters when it came to running afoul of the
nun's rules while in school.  I received my share of corporal
punishment at the hands of my nun teachers, but I still
worshipped the nuns.  I decided that I wanted to become a
Carmelite Nun while in high school.

	My family did their best to dissuade me from
pursuing my desire to become a nun.  They assumed that
by the time I received a degree in teaching and theology I
would choose a normal life as wife and mother like my
older sisters.  But upon graduation I requested to begin my
education as a Carmelite.  My father reluctantly gave the
order for my dowry to the church for me to become the
wife of Christ.

	I spent three more years receiving my religious
education and additional teaching training before I was
confirmed as a nun.  After my confirmation I was assigned
to a convent that worked in conjunction with a Catholic
parochial school.  I was uncomfortable with all-of the rules
but managed to abide by not talking during the grand
silence and not touching the other sisters except on the
sleeve to get their attention, while we wear the home
convent.  While working as a teacher I still ware the white
coif head covering with the white starched guimpe covering
neck and shoulders. During the winter I wore the black
wool habit with a white apron.  During the summers I wore
the white starched cotton habit with the white apron.

	When I was off duty from the school, I lived with my
sister nuns in the convent.  I struggled with the silence and
loneliness living in the spartan individual cell.  It took me
several months before I became almost comfortable with
the silence.  Then I started to become aware of the little
whimpering sounds of female voices.  I became curious
about who was making the sounds.  I feared one of my
sister's was having an emotional crisis.  I quietly slipped out
of my cell and tried to determine which cell the sound was
coming from.  When she decided that the sound was
coming from my left I moved in that direction.  The sound
seemed to be coming from the cell next to mine.  I debated
about tapping on the door, but before I heard a moaning
sound.  Thinking the nun was in pain I opened the door and
peeked in.

	I was shocked to see the nun laying on top of her
twin sized bed with her white cotton nightgown pulled up
under her arms,  Her legs were spread exposing her vulva
covered with dark pubic hair, and she was using her hand to
masturbate her vagina vigorously.  The other hand was
lifting her left tit up and was sucking on the mauve nipple.
Her eyes were closed and she was moaning.  When she
opened her eyes and saw me, she responded like a young
school girl getting caught by her mother, and tried to pull
the covers over her body but she was laying on them.  She
whispered: "I couldn't help myself.  Please do not accuse
me this morning before Mother Superior."

	I felt guilty for having seen what she was doing.  I
knew I was supposed to accuse my fellow sister in the
morning so that she would be obligated to confess her sin
before our fellow sisters, but it was so embarrassing that I
was reluctant to accuse her publicly.  If Sister Joan didn't
confess her sin in the morning, I didn't think that I could
stand and address Mother Superior in front of my fellow
sisters and say: "I have to accuse Sister Joan had committed
the sin of self-abuse last night.

	I returned to my cell and lay there the rest of the
night, unable to sleep because all I could think about was
Sister Joan's pale body lying on her bed masturbating.  She
was a young nun with a good figure.  I could still smell the
aroma of her vagina filling the cell, but I eventually realized
that I was smelling my own wet vagina.  I felt guilty for
having inappropriate thoughts.

	In the morning I was even shy about making my way
to the communal bathroom to relieve myself, shower, and
brush my teeth.  When I was back in my cell my hands were
shaking as I put on my white habit, tied my coif at the back
of my head and tied guimpe around my neck and put the
white veil over the coif and pinned it in place, all without
the use of a mirror.

	When we gathered for morning prayer, I dreaded the
confessions.  A few sisters prostrated themselves in front of
the Mother Superior and confessed breaking the silence or
speaking unkindly to someone.  I feared Sister Joan was
going to remain silent.  When one of the sisters prostrate
on the floor confessing that she had sinned by walking in
hast, another sister stood.  When Mother Superior asked
her what she had to confess about her fellow sister's
imperfections.  She said that Sister Bernadette had
committed the sin of vanity by looking at her reflection in a
window.  Mother Superior thanked her and gave Sister
Bernadette her penance.

	When Sister Joan rose and presented herself in front
of Mother Superior and prostrated herself on the floor.  She
confessed that she had broken the grand silence.  I found
myself standing.  When Mother Superior asked me what
imperfection I had to accuse Sister Joan of?  I found myself
accusing Sister Joan of self-abuse during sleep time.
Mother Superior thanked me for accusing my fellow sister
of her imperfection and assigned Sister Joan her penance.

	After we had finished praying and eaten our
breakfast Mother Superior told me that she would like to
have a word with my in her office.  I followed her to her
office.  Rather than sitting behind her desk she chose to talk
to me in a less formal manner.  She invited me to sit on the
sofa.  She placed a hand on my knee, and said: "My child, I
realize how hard it was for you to accuse Sister Joan for
masturbating last night.  Sex is a difficult subject within the
church.  We know that nuns are supposed to be celibate.
But it is a hard thing to adhere to.  We must forgive our
fellow sisters' little indiscretions.

	I took that to mean she did not want me to accuse
my sisters of sexual indiscretions.  I also felt uncomfortable
having her touching my body.  I felt my vagina tingle and
felt moisture dripping into my panties.  When she excused
me, I walked to the school and clocked in for my class.  I
was teaching fifth grade girls at that time.  I went about my
duties as usual.  I had to pay close attention to what I was
doing but there was plenty of time to reflect about what I
had witnessed and what the Mother Superior had told me.

	Later that evening I felt uncomfortable during the
evening meal because I felt like my sister nuns didn't
approve of me accusing Sister Joan.  I was deep in my own
thoughts as I made my way to my cell.  When I was inside, I
was just starting to remove my veil when the door opened.
It was Sister Joan and she closed the door behind herself.  "I
just wanted to let you know I forgive you for accused me
this morning.  I can guess what Mother Superior told you in
her office.  She thanked you for accusing me, but she said
something like, "We don't discuss what goes on in the
convent."

	I said: "It was something like that" as I continued
removing the veil and coif.  I carefully folded them and
smoothed them out on the small chest of drawers.  I also
removed the guimpe and placed it on the dresser.  Before I
removed the sash I said: "I was very uncomfortable
accusing you, but when you didn't accuse yourself when
you had the opportunity, I had to."

	She said: "I know, and wanted to see if you would do
it.  Once you have been here a little longer you will find out
that a lot of our fellow nuns have special friends."  (Special
friends are the code words for lovers.)

	When I removed my sash and hung it on a clothes
hook on the back of the door, Sister Joan took me into her
arms and kissed me on the mouth.  I was startled and didn't
resist right away.  By the time I understood what she was
doing, it was too late.  She untied the top of my habit and
the loose garment fell from my body to lay on the floor
around my practical shoes.  I was standing there in the
simple white undergarment.  When she unties the draw
string around my neck that garment also fell to the floor.  I
was wearing a cheap white bra that just kept my 36-C+
breasts from flopping around, and cheap white panties.
The crotch was a little moist from a day of wearing and the
crotch did little to prevent anyone from seeing my dark
pubic hair matted against my body.

	Sister Joan had one arm around my body and she
shoved her other hand down the front of my panties and
rubbed a finger up and down the lips of my vagina.  When
her finger bumped into my little clitoris I jerked and let out
a surrendering moan.  I was hers to do as she wanted.  She
proceeded to finger fuck me.  She discovered that I was not
a virgin.  She asked: "How did that happen?"

	I said: "I wasn't always a nun!  I had sex with a couple
of friends in my youth."

	Sister Joan pushed me backwards to the bed, but she
unhooked the bra before she made me sit on the bed.  She
had me sit down on the bed and took the bra from my
body, and admired my tits before she started removing her
habit, and was none to net about it.  She removed
everything and was standing there in bare feet.  She was so
close to me I could smell the natural pungent odor of her
crotch.  (I had not smelled that odor since I was a young
teenager and my best friend introduced me to oral sex with
her.)

	Sister Joan pushed me back across the bed and
slipped her fingers under the waistband of the cheap
panties with the stretched elastic and pulled my panties out
from under my butt and free of my legs and feet.  She even
removed my practical black shoes and socks.  I was naked
as she was.  She lay on top of me and took hold of my
breasts with her hands and started sucking on my nipples.  I
lay there in a stupor.  I was immobile and telling myself that
this was wrong, and I should resist.  Just the same, my body
made a liar out of me.  My vagina was leaking on my
bedspread, and my body was trembling.  I made no effort
to stop her when she slid to the floor and spread my legs
with her hands and started licking my vagina.  I was biting
my lip to keep from moaning out loud.  (I could envision
one or more of our fellow nuns coming in and seeing what
was going on.)  It felt like a lifetime before I had an orgasm,
and went limp.  I lay there feeling Sister Joan's cool breath
on my mons pubis.

	Suddenly she flipped me over onto my belly with my
knees on the floor.  Sister Joan surprised me by placing her
hands on the cheeks of my behind and spreading them
apart.  I felt her cool breath on my anus and it puckered
tightly.  I couldn't believe it when she licked the crack and
probed my anus with the tip of her tongue.  I couldn't
believe it what I had a second orgasm.

	Sister Joan pulled me up onto my bed on my back,
but I was backwards with my head at the foot of the bed.  (I
quickly learned why she wanted me that way.)  She backed
up to the bed and sat on my face.  She grabbed two hands
full of my hair and pulled my face tightly against ger own
cunt.  My nose was being filled with her bodily fluid and
that same slimy fluid was filling my mouth.  She was rocking
back and forth grinding her vagina and asshole against my
face from nose to chin.  I thought she was trying to smother
me.  When she had an orgasm, she sat on my face almost
smothering me until I struggled to turn my head to the side,
so that I could catch my breath.  The warmth of her soft
thigh smelled of the fluid she had just deposited on my
face.

	I assumed that since she had finished ravishing me,
that she would get dressed and return to her own cell.  Only
she simply pulled the covers out from under us and covered
our naked bodies and wrapped her arms and legs around
my body with my face pressed against her hairy crotch.

	In the morning I woke up with my nose being tickled
by her pubic hair and the familiar smell of her cunt.  Sister
Joan woke up and pulled my head against her pussy and
made me eat her pussy while she ate mine.  By the time we
both had an orgasm the bell rang to wake everyone up.  We
untangled and put on a white undergarment and I grabbed
a washcloth and my toothbrush and headed for the
bathroom and sister Joan followed behind and stopped off
at her room long enough to drop off her habit and get her
toothbrush.

	I had the feeling that all of the nuns knew what we
had done last night.  I felt like they were all staring at me.
For the first time I felt embarrassed standing naked in the
shower.  I quickly dried off and put my undergarment back
on.  I hurried back to my room and heredity got dressed to
join my sisters for morning confession and prayer.

	When it came my turn to make my confession, I lay
on the cold floor prostrating myself and didn't dare confess
what Sister Joan and I had done last night.  I found myself
blubbering something about having been rude to a student.
After Mother Superior gave me my penance, she winked at
me.  I panicked thinking she knew what went on last night.

	When the school day was over that afternoon and I
returned to the convent the Mother Superior pulled me
aside and ushered me into her office.  She told me: "I trust
that you did enjoy your communion with Sister Joan last
night?"

	I panicked: "You actually know what went on last
night?"

	"Yes my child, I instructed Sister Joan to introduce
you to the way this convent behaves." She told me.

	I was stunned beyond belief.  When I returned
upstairs, I noticed a lot of things I had not noticed before.
There was a lot of touching between my sisters that was
not on the sleeves.  I even saw one of the older nuns place
her hand on the butt of one of the younger nuns, and all
the girl did was smile.  Later that evening as the ladies were
preparing to retire, I noticed one of the senior nuns
remained seated in the comfortable chair in the common
room and I stuck around long enough to witness one of the
young nuns kneel in front of her chair and lift the senior
nun's habit and she leaned forward and covered her head
with the black robe and it was obvious that the nun was
licking the pussy of the senior nun.

	When I went to my cell and stripped down to my
undergarment and put on my rubber shower flip flops and
gathered up my toiletry items and headed towards the
bathroom.  For the first time I was not too shy to look
around me and see what was going on around me. There
were a couple of women in the showers and they were
embracing and feeling each other up while kissing.

	There were a couple of women brushing their teeth
and rubbing their crotches against the sink.  When I looked
in the direction of the toilet stalls there was a naked
woman sitting on a toilet and another woman was standing
in front of her and the seated one was clinging to her hips
and she was sucking her pussy.

	The duty nun came looking for me and told me to
report to the Mother Superior's room.  I was about to go
put on my habit but the nun told me to go as I was.

	I hurriedly shuffled down the hall to the elevator, to
the sound of my flip flops flopping the bottom of my feet.  I
was nervous about what she wanted.  When I tapped on
the door with my fingernails.  I heard the mellow voice of
the mature woman say: "Come in."

	When I entered the room, I saw the Mother Superior
without her habit on.  Her face looked older and her hair
was gray.  She looked to be close to being around sixty-
years-old.  She looked very well preserved though.  Her skin
was flawless.  She was only wearing her white
undergarment.  She stood up to greet me.  She took my
hands and pulled me to the settee in the room.  When we
sat, I looked around the room.  (It is nice being the Mother
Superior!)

	The room was her living quarters.  It had period
furniture that looked like it would be at home in the home
of King Louis XIV.  The carved bed posts were massive.  The
Mother Superior told me to call her mother as she placed
her hand on my thigh and gave it a squeeze.  She asked me
if I would like a glass of champagne.  She reached for a
silver bucket and unwound the wire on the green bottle
and gave the cork a twist and there was a pop and the cork
came out.  She poured the golden bubbly liquid into fragile
Champlain glasses and handed me one.  I took a sip and
asted the grape with a delicate earthy taste and the
bubbles tickle my nose.

	She wrapped an arm around me and kissed me on
the mouth.  I was stunned to think that a woman old
enough to be my grandmother was seducing me.  I
surrendered to her and allowed her to have her way with
me.  She her body had a delicate lilac fragrance.  She pulled
the drawstring holding my white cotton undergarment up
and the garment fell down as she exposing my youthful
breasts, as I pulled my arms out of the sleeves.  She lifted
my breasts like he was lifting doves.  She leaned forward
and started sucking on my nipples.  I was sure that my
vagina was leaking and there would be a wet spot on the
seat of my undergarment and the settee.

	When she lifted her head, she kissed me with tongue
and pulled the cord holding up her undergarment and let it
fall down her body to expose her matronly 40-F sized
breasts.  (It was a true waste to let all that famine platitude
go to waste.)  When she lifted her breast up and rubbed her
nipple against my lips, I couldn't help myself.  I just had to
suck on the nipple like a baby.  While I was doing that, she
was pulling up the hem of my undergarment until her
fingers were stroking the soft inner thigh on its way to the
crotch of my moist old panties.  She gently stroked my
crotch while I suckled her tit.

	When she stood up and pulled me to my feet our
undergarments fell to the floor in a heap around our feet.
As we stepped out of them as she led me to that big bed, I
saw the graying pubic bush cover her vulva.  She said: "As
your mother it is my duty to see to it that you are in good
physical condition."  She laid me on the bed and started
feeling and stroking my body as her hands got closer to my
crotch the hornier, I got.  When she slipped her finger into
my vagina, she was thrilled to find out that was not a virgin.
She covered my crotch with her mouth and drove her
tongue into my vagina.  She performed oral sex on me until
I was squirting all over her face.  When I recovered, she
moved her body around and rested her back against the
pillows against the carved headboard and spread her legs.  I
didn't have to be told what to do.

	I crawled between her legs and rested my chin on her
vulva and looked up at her blue eyes.  I licked the hairs
away from her labia and stuck my tongue in to find her
clitoris.  My efforts were rewarded by finding that her
clitoris was large enough for me to wrap my lips around it
and suck on it like it was a little penis.  Before we drifted off
to sleep, I had tasted not only her pussy I had tasted her
asshole too.

	The next morning, I had to seek up the stairs to my
cell.   When I went to the bathroom all the nuns were
smiling at me.

	I eventually learned that our all girls school had some
very special students that were well versed in the art of
pleasing adult women and each other.


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