Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2015 19:31:04 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None Subject: City Bus (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F Warning: Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young girl and older women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. City Bus By Jan My name is Mary Alley, and I was a Catholic Parochial school girl growing up. I had to ride the city bus several miles to go to school. I went to school at the same as time a lot of working people were heading to and from work, so the bus was usually crowed. When I was an innocent 13-year-old I happened to be going to school as usual, but it was a holiday for many working people. I think it was Labor Day, so the bus was not quit as crowed. I was able to find a seat which was not normal. There was a nice looking woman dressed in a gray business suit sitting next to me. She struck up a conversation with me, because she recognized my uniform. She told me that her name was Annette, and she had gone to the same school. She asked me if Sisters Bernadette and Mary-Grace still taught at the school. Of course both of them were fixtures at the school. Sister Bernadette was known as the sweetheart of all of the students, but also had the reputation of having favorites, and they were rumors that she had lesbian relationships with them. Sister Mary-Grace was known for administering corporal punishment for any infraction of school rules, and there were rumors that she also forced wayward students to suck her pussy. I had heard the rumors but had no firsthand knowledge of the validity of them. I had never been in Sister Bernadette's class, and had only been reprimanded for running down the halls a couple of times by Sister Mary-Grace. I acknowledged that they were both still teaching at the school, without acknowledging that I knew about the rumors. While Annette was talking to me she rested her hand on my thigh. It gave me a thrill that made my thigh muscle tremble and my pussy wet. I felt juices dripping out of my pussy. I understood that the woman was making a pass at me. I had never had engaged in any lesbian activities before, but I was attracted to this woman. I found her to be very attractive, and she looked so nice in that business suit. She looked like she bought everything to match. The briefcase on her lap implied that she was a business professional. Her perfume was not overpowering, but must have been expensive. She asked me, "Would you would like to have a cup of coffee at Starbucks before going to school?" I accepted, because I didn't want to part- company with this woman, and I knew that the Starbucks was just a short walk to the school. I would have plenty of time to have a cup and make it to class on time. We exited the bus through the back door and headed directly to the coffee shop. She bought us a couple of lattes and sweet rolls. We sat at a clean white plastic table for two. She asked me a lot of questions about myself. I told her all about myself. By the time we finished our coffees, she knew all about me, and my family. She asked me if I would like to visit her home that evening. I assured her that would be happy to visit her, so she gave me a business card, after scribbling down her address and phone number on the back. There was just something magnetic about her. I felt safe in this woman's company even though the questions about the rumored lesbian nuns implied that she was looking to seduce me. I was distracted all day. All I could think about was the woman, and how I was going to explain to my mother about wanting to visit a friend that evening. I was deep in my own thoughts when I felt a hand on my shoulder. The lay teacher of my history class was telling me that the class was over, and it was time to go home. I was startled to realize that I was the only student still in the classroom. I gathered up my things and headed for the bus stop. I had a couple of hours to think about my date. I convinced my mother that I had been invited to have dinner with a classmate friend of mine. The number I gave her was Annette's. It was just a short bus ride to the block where Annette lived. I was nervous waiting for her to get home from work. I walked up the stairs to the entrance of her house, and sat on the porch to wait. I almost chickened out while waiting for her to get home, and I was just about to leave when she appeared at the foot of the stairs. Annette gave me a warm smile as she climbed the stairs to join me. She hugged me before opening the door and escorting me in. She still looked as fresh as she did that morning in the gray suit. She was wearing extremely high heeled shoes. She took me on a guided tour, and I was impressed by her home. It was warm and cozy. She led me to the living room and put on some nice classical mood music, and excused herself, to change clothes. When she rejoined me she was wearing colorful silk lounging pajamas. The satin slippers looked comfortable. She had removed all jewelry and most of her makeup. She still had on her false eyelashes and lip gloss. She slowly turned around for my approval. I assured her that she looked lovely, before she let me to her kitchen and dining area. She prepared a delicious meat for the two of us. We had red wine with our meal, and I was settling down and starting to relax. After dinner she put the dishes in the washer and took two wine glasses and the almost full bottle of red wine, and led me to her living room. We sat together on a couch not much larger than a loveseat. After filling our glasses she sat the bottle down and turned to me to ask me about school. Her questions were all based on her days at the school. I was aware that they were working around the subject of the sexual activities of some of the nuns and lay teachers. It didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that she was feeling me out to find out if I was available as a sexual object. I was flattered that any woman as attractive as her would be interested in a girl like me. I was just as excited about the prospect of being introduced to sex by a woman like her. Her hair style was perfect, and she smelled of very expensive cologne. She placed her arm around my shoulders and snuggled up close to her breast. When my arm pressed against the side of her breast there was no doubt that she was not wearing anything under the lounging pajamas. I could feel the warm flesh of her soft tit molding around my arm. I felt sweat starting to drip down my face from my forehead, and it wasn't that warm in her apartment. The nuns are always vigilant about the length of our pleated skirts, but when we sit down the skirt automatically rides up enough to expose a lot of my thigh. When she placed her hand on my thigh I almost wet my pants. There was definitely no doubt that she was going to seduce me. When I didn't protest, she used her hand to turn my head toward hers with the other hand on my chin. She kissed me on the lips very gently. Her lips tasted like the claret wine. I thought she was going to say something when she opened her mouth, but she licked my lips, and when I relaxed my lips she stuck her tongue into my mouth. At the same time the hand she had used to turn my head slide down my front to rest on top of my left tit. She started removing the tie that matched my skirt, and unbuttoned my white blouse. I was wearing a simple nylon support bra. I really didn't need one, because my breasts naturally stuck out like the bumper horns on an early fifties Cadillac. But on my mother's advice I always wore a bra. As she told me that gravity was hell, over the years proud young breasts would someday sag down to our waistline. Annette stuck her hand inside my bra to feel my tit. When I didn't resist, she proceeded to pull my blouse out of my skirt and pull it free of my arms, so that she could discard it. While she was kissing me with increased passion she unhooked the back of my bra. She interrupted the kiss long enough to remove the bra and wad up into a ball small enough to fit in the palm of her hand. She also stopped kissing me on the mouth so that she could suck on my nipples, while she continued feeling the other tit. It was all very exciting, and had my heart throbbing wildly. At some point she placed her hand on the inside of my thigh, and the muscles rippled uncontrollably. She eventually took hold of the hem of my pleated skirt and gathered it up so that she could tuck it into the waistband. That exposed my white panties. Annette made the comment that even though my panties were white nether Sisters Bernadette and Mary-Grace would approve of me wearing hip huggers, and chuckled, before stuffing her long fingers down the front of my panties. I couldn't help sucking in air, because of the shock of her warm hand stroking my pussy. Because of vanity I use an electric hair trimmer to cut my pubic hair to an even length that would never be longer than a half inch or shorter than a quarter inch. Any pubic hair that sprouted beyond my panty line was plucked instantly. Her middle finger skillfully manipulated my clitoris. I couldn't hold my body still! I was wiggling around constantly. She masturbated me for about twenty minutes before I had an orgasm that left me quivering and exhausted. She withdrew her hand, and laid me on her couch with my head resting on the armrest, and placed my left leg on the couch cushion. She turned sideways so that she could address the job of removing my panties. When she pulled my little nylon hip huggers free of my feet they were no more than a little ball in the palm of her hand before she discarded them. She sat back to admire what my body looked like. She must have liked what she saw, because she bend foreword and kissed me on my pussy. I had heard about eating pussies, but I had thought the prospect of putting my mouth on a smelly pussy would be sickening, but Annette obviously relished licking my pussy. She even licked so far down that her tongue grazed my asshole. It was so thrilling that I quickly had another orgasm that not only left my body shaken, but it also ended with me blacking out for a short time. My body was still quivering when I opened my eyes. Annette had set upright and was opening her lounging pajamas. As she removed the top she exposed breasts that were large and the weight of them forced them to sag enough to stretch her areolas from a round shape to an elongated oval. I couldn't resist sitting up and reaching out with both hands to feel them. It was a thrill to feel her nipples poking the palm of my hands. Annette gathered me up in her arms and cradled my while she used a hand to feed one of her breasts to me. It was wild to suck on her tit like a baby. Somehow it was very satisfying to suckle on an adult woman's tits. Now it was my turn to stuff my hand down the front of her lounging pajamas. As my fingers moved over her vulva I discovered that her flesh was as smooth as a baby's behind. She obviously shaved her pussy regularly. I also discovered that her labia minor dangled well past her labia major, and she had metal jewelry attached to each side of her labia minor. Annette told me that having rings attached to her pussy lips allowed her to masturbate while at work by sitting on the heel of her pumps and rocking her body against the heel. To demonstrate she unsnapped the bottoms and removed them. I couldn't help but admire her nude body. Even the occasional mole just added to her overall erotic aesthetic beauty. All of the girls my age had been looking forward to growing pubic hair as proof of our maturity that they thrilled at showing it off in the shower room at school. Seeing an adult woman that was beyond taking pride in her pubic hair was interesting. I also wondered if having her labia pierced was painful. Being so close to a naked woman allowed the fragrance of more than her perfume to waft up to my nose. I had always thought the smell of a female pussy was repugnant, but smelling her cunt was intoxicating. Still the idea of me sucking her pussy the same way she had just done to me was something I was not sure I was capable of doing. Annette stuck her finger into her own pussy, and worked it around and in an out for a short time, and then she withdrew her finger, and waved it under my nose. Her finger brushed against my upper lip, leaving the fragrance of her pussy. Every time I breathed I could got a strong smell of her pussy. She placed the tip of her finger on my lower lip, and before I knew it she inserted her finger into my mouth. If I had thought that I wouldn't like the taste, it was dispelled at that point. I didn't resist when she placed her hand on the back of my neck and pulled my head down to her lap. She held my face against her pussy. When I started licking her pussy the rings in her labia added to the stimulation with my tongue. There was even a metallic taste added to the taste of her flesh and her bodily fluids. I stimulated her clitoris the same way she had with my tongue, and probed the depths of her vagina. I got so excited licking her pussy that I even licked her asshole. To my surprise it tasted sweet. I wound up spending so much time probing her asshole that she even had an orgasm. When she had enough of my eating her pussy she pulled me up on top of her body and we kissed for a long time, before I realized I was going to have to get dressed and go home. I hated getting dressed! I didn't want to leave her. Her bus stop was only a couple of block past mine, and I could actually walk home. Annette and I hugged and kissed goodbye at the door before I headed home. During the walk home I realized that my clothes and body reeked of Annette's perfume, and my face and hands smelled of her pussy. I stopped at a neighbor's yard and washed my hands and face from a facet. I figured that I could explain the perfume as my friend's mothers' fragrance because she had hugged me before allowing me to go home Apparently I got away with that story when Mom asked about the fragrance. The next day when I boarded the bus to school it was standing room only. The first thing I looked for was Annette and made my way to her. She was hanging onto the rail so I cuddled up in front of her with my back to her after I greeted her with a peck on the cheek. Annette slipped her hand around my waist in such a way that wouldn't be noticed by the other passengers. It was thrilling to be standing there, rocking to the bus' movements, while Annette slipped her hand down the waistband of my skirt. She masturbated me all the way to school. My knees almost buckled when I had an orgasm. When we reached my stop I kissed her again and promised to call her. She had cautioned me to call before coming for a visit. I didn't figure out until I was in bed that the reason she wanted me to call was because she might have company. I felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of her having sex with another woman or girl. School went pretty much as normal until lunch time. I was never thrilled to eat the cafeteria food, so I ate it quickly and made my exit to the park playground. Sisters Bernadette and Mary-Grace were both watching the girls to keep them out of trouble. Sister Bernadette spent the time reading. Many of the girls thought she wasn't paying attention, so they thought they could get away with doing something inappropriate. She didn't let anything get past her. When she caught them doing something like smoking she would wait until after school to assign them punishment. Sister Mary-Grace was watching the younger girls playing in a separate area. I approached Sister Bernadette, but she was aware of my approach, and she closed her book, looked up, and asked, "May I help you child?" I asked if I could join her before, I sat on the bench beside her. I asked her, "Do you remember one of your old students named Annette Marks?" Sister Bernadette's face lit-up with recognition, "Of course I do! She was one of the sweetest girls I ever had the pleasure to teach. How do you happen to know her?" "I met her on the city bus coming to school, and she invited me to her home for dinner last night." Sister Bernadette asked, "Did you have dinner with her?" and her question carried a deeper meaning. "Yes, I had the best time of my life visiting her!" My response also carried a deeper meaning. She placed her hand around my waist, and asked, "By all means you have to tell me all about your dinner date with Annette. I cuddled up against her body. I noticed that her habit smelled of her natural body odor. She obviously didn't use perfume. The only fragrance detectable was that of bath soap. As I moved my face close to hers to speak privately to her I could smell the thick starch used on the white cowling for her head. It was almost impossible to calculate her age, because the only flesh exposed was her face and hands. She didn't use any makeup. Her face had age lines of course, but it still had a youthful look that belied her age. The hands were not those of a girl's, but they were still smooth. I would guess that she was in her sixties or even seventies, considering that she had been the teacher of a woman that was in her thirties. She asked me what we had discussed over dinner. I beamed, "Annette told me all about the fond memories she has of you and Sisters Mary- Grace." Sister Bernadette asked, "Did she relate any of our teachings to you?" It was obvious what she was really asking. "We spent a wonderful evening together, and what she taught me was thrilling beyond belief." Having said that, I felt the hand resting on my hip, slip under my butt. A strong finger wedged between the cheeks of my ass. My sphincter responded by clinching around her finger. I knew that my panties would have a brown hash mark when I removed them. I pressed my body against her black robe. Just to press my body against her breasts. The robes are like walking tents, they would hide the figure of a model or a pear shaped of a portly matron. It was obvious the Sister Bernadette had a full figure, and her breasts were big soft basketball sized tits. I could feel her flesh molding around the side of my face as she hugged me. Sister Bernadette asked, "When do you have a free period today?" "I have a study period next hour." She pulled her cell phone out of a hidden pocket, and made a call to the lay teacher that supervised the study hall class room. She simply told the woman that I was going to be with her. As she slipped her phone back in her pocket, she stood up and escorted me to the nun's living quarts. Her room was a sparkly furnished thing not much bigger than a prison cell, and about as welcoming. As soon as she closed the door she took me in her arms and kissed me. She was carful removing my clothes and folded them to prevent wrinkles. When she saw my hip hugger panties that barely covered my vulva, she admonished me for wearing inappropriate attire for school. You deserve a spanking for that. I had to stand there naked while she removed her habit. She pulled a couple of hidden pins that held the black material to the starched white cowling that covered her head. She folded the material very carefully before placing it on a small table by her bed. She removed a rosary from the sash cord, and kissed it before placing it on top of the cowling. The cord was draped over the table too. There were only a couple of hooks fastening the neck of the black rope. She pulled it carefully over her head and folded it over a wooden chair. I was aware that nuns wore a white shift under the robe and baggy white panties, ankle stockings and black practical simple oxfords. When she was totally naked I took a good look at her. Her dark brown hair was cropped short. It was matted down with that tight fitting hood tied in the back by straps attached. She had felt her breasts, and they were in fact as large as basketballs and were soft flesh that sagged to her waist. Her thick thighs almost hid her crotch. Her vulva was wedged between her belly and thighs. The dark pubic hairs were just as wild as the hair on her head. There was plenty of skin showing though. She looked like almost everyone's grandmother. Grandmother or not she sat on the side of her twin sized bed and draped me across her lap. She gently felt the soft smooth skin of my butt. Then she lifted her hand and swung her hand fast. When her hand struck the cheek of my butt, there was a resounding smack, and my flesh quivered. When she lifted her hand for the second blow, I felt a sting lingering there, and knew that there must be a red hand print on my butt. The second blow landed on the other cheek, and the result was the same. She spanked both cheeks until by red butt was generating enough heat to warm a cold room. When she gently rested her hand on my butt it just held the heat in, and it caused me even more discomfort. She let her hand slide between the cheeks, and her fingertips followed the moist valley over my asshole and perineum. Her finger slipped between the folds of my labia major and minor. When her fingertip touched my clitoris, my hips jerked involuntarily. She actually masturbated me until I had an orgasm. She even toyed with my asshole. As I slipped from her lap to the bare floor in front of her, I rested my arms on her thick thighs. She parted her legs to allow me to get a good look at her cunt. It was obvious that she had never trimmed her pubic hair. There were hairs growing on the insides of her thighs, and even ringing her asshole. I paid homage to her pussy by kissing her vulva, and started licking her flesh. She gently rested her hands on top of my head while I sucked her pussy. I felt a certain amount of pride in pleasing her. Afterwards she pulled me to my feet, and had me sit on the bed next to her and cradled me across her lap and lifted one of those massive tits and let me nurse on it like she was a mother. Before the hour was over we quickly got dressed in time to make it to my next class. My only regret was that I didn't get to talk to Sister Mary-Grace that day. I caught my bus home, and masturbated while smelling my fingers, because they smelled like the Sister's pussy. I took a warm bath afterwards. I changed clothes before mother got home. After dinner I called Annette to find out if I could visit her that evening. Annette talked to me for a while and suggested that it would be better if I find an excuse to visit her over the weekend. I struggled over how I was going to get permission to spend the weekend with an adult woman. It took me a couple of days before I realized that one of my classmates, named Penny, was obviously one of Sister Mary-Grace's special friends. (That term is used to identify nuns who have a sexual relationship with other nuns or another female.) So I made a point of sitting with her during lunch. I confessed to her that I had a special friend that I wanted to visit her this weekend, and I needed a cover story to tell my mother. Penny was amused with my predicament, but she was willing to help. She agreed to come home with me and make a point to ask my mother if I could spend the weekend with her at her parent's beach home. We took the bus to my stop and it was just a couple of blocks to my house. We had a couple of hours to wait, so she wanted to know all about how I had met this special woman. I told her about meeting Annette on the bus to school one morning, and how she had introduced herself, and told me that she was an alumni of the school. She asked about her favorite nuns. I was aware of the rumors about these nuns, and felt sure she was making a pass at me. I used an excuse about having dinner with a classmate, and visited her. I gave her a glowing description of how Annette had seduced me. Penny was excited by my story, and indicated that she would like to meet her too. After a check of the clock Penny suggested that we could spend the time doing something better than listening to music. We started hugging and kissing. We opened each other's blouses and started feeling each other's tits. We exposed our tits so that we could suck on them. When we got around to checking out each other's crotches, she was amused that I was wearing hip huggers. I found out that she had on a thong. We got a big laugh at the idea that if the nun's found out about our panties we would get a spanking. I assured Penny that I had already been spanked earlier that week by Sister Bernadette. That caused even more hysterical laughter. Penny was a brunette and was very mature for her age. She sported nice sized tits and a womanly pussy. We sucked pussy until we had both experienced orgasms. We were both dressed and doing homework by the time mother got home. Over dinner Penny pleaded with my mother to allow me to spend the weekend at her family's beach home. Mother didn't put up much of a fight, and allowed me to go with her. That night I called Annette to tell her that I was going to be able to spend the weekend with her. Annette was pleased and assured me that she would plane a fun weekend for us. I was so excited that I had trouble sleeping. I had packed a bag, and repacked it several times before Friday arrived. I even took the bus to school. Annette was on the bus as usual, and we did stand together, so that we could indulge in a little public masturbation. The fun was masturbating on the public bus without the other patrons being the wiser. It gave me an erotic thrill to actually have an orgasm in full view of at least 50 people without them catching on. We even debated if I should take my bag to school or let her take it to work. Then it dawned on me that I should have left it at home. I had plenty of time to go home and retrieve the bag and have the choice of riding the bus or walking to her place. I decided to take the bag to school and simply ride the bus directly to her bus stop. After school there was no point to take the bus directly to her stop, because she wouldn't get home for at least three hours. I simply decided to hang out at school for a couple of hours. I simply went to the nun's living quarts thinking that I might have a talk with Sister Bernadette until I would catch the bus. But she wasn't around, so I simply sat in one of the chairs in the lobby. The receptionist had already gone home for the day. There wasn't anything to do, so I picked up a religious publication to read some articles while killing time. I wasn't paying any attention, but when the door opened there was a rush of air and noise from the street coming through the door. When I looked up it was Sister Mary-Grace. I couldn't help taking a good look at her face in an attempt to guess her age. I suspected that she was close to the age of Sister Bernadette or even a little older. She gave me a warm welcoming smile and asked, "Mary, do you want to have a talk with someone?" I said, "Actually I was just waiting until it was time to catch the bus. I am spending the weekend with a special friend, and she won't be home for at least three hours." Sister Mary-Grace approached me, and sat in the chair facing me. 'Would you like me to keep you company until you have to leave?" "Yes, Sister" "Tell me about your friend?" "I met her on the city bus coming to school, and she told me that she is an aluminous of our school. She told me that you were one of her favorite teachers." Sister Mary-Grace's asked, "What is her name?" "Annette Mark" Sister Mary-Grace's face lit up. "Oh, I do remember her fondly. She was one of my very special students. Do tell me all about how you met Annette?" She placed her hand on my knee as I started to tell her my story. "I use the city bus to come to school and go home. Almost every morning it is standing room only, but o Labor Day the bus had plenty of room, so I sat down near the back door next to a nice looking woman. We struck up a conversation, she told me her name was Annette. She recognized my uniform, and told me that she was an aluminous of my school. I enjoyed talking to her, so I started looking for her every morning. We became very good friends, and she invited me to have dinner with her." Sister Mary-Grace asked, "How much did Annette tell you about our friendship?" "I would say that Annette did show me everything you shared with her!" "Everything?" she asked. We spent the time discussing our relationships with Annette. She told me about what a rebellious girl Annette was, and how she was only able to change her attitude by introducing her to the pleasures of sex. I told her how Annette would stand behind me on the bus, and reach around my body, and stick her hand into my panties. She would masturbate me right there in front of the people on the bus. She did it in such a way that no one noticed what we were doing. By the time we had finished recounting our affair with Annette, it was getting close to the time I needed to catch the bus. I couldn't think of a more pleasant way to pass the time than to be discussing my love for Annette, with one of the women that had taught her about sex. Sister Mary-Grace suggested that she drive me to Annette's in the rectory station wagon. She even helped me carry my bag to the car. I directed her by telling her where to turn. When we pulled up in front of Annette's home the lights were on, so Annette was obviously home already. Sister Mary-Grace helped me carry my bag up the stairs ad rang the doorbell. Annette was surprised when she opened the door, and saw Sister Mary-Grace standing there with her arm around my waist, and my bag in her other hand. The shock was short lived, and she reached out and hugged the two of us together. As soon as we were behind the closed door Annette and Sister Mary-Grace engaged in a welcome kiss that went well beyond a welcoming greeting. The way they were kissing it was a wonder that the sister could keep her cowling on her head. She thanked the sister for bring me to her home, and invited her to join the two of us for the weekend. Of course she accepted. Annette mentioned that she was making dinner, and excused herself to look after the meal, but Sister Mary-Grace followed her to the kitchen with me in tow. The three of us worked as a team to make dinner. Over dinner the two of them reminisced about her school days. They got a laugh talking about all of the times Annette had been caught disobeying the schools rules. Annette reminded Sister Mary-Grace about the way she disciplined her. She claimed that the bare bottom spankings were bad enough, but she did enjoy being forced to service her carnal desires. They were having a great time laughing about their adventures, and consuming a good bottle of wine. When our appetites were satisfied we gathered up the remains and put the leftovers in the fridge, and the plates and such in the dishwasher before we adjourned to the family room to continue the reunion. Annette brought along a fresh bottle of wine long with glasses for the three of us. The tails of sexual escapades continued. Annette was the one suggested that Sister Mary-Grace might feel a little more comfortable without so much clothing on. The two of the chuckled over that comment, but started unpinning the cowling from her head. While she was folding it up very carefully, I got my first look at her hair. Like Sister Bernadette her graying-brown hair was cropped rather short, and it was matted against her head as a result of sweating under the cowl. Annette stood behind her, and reached around her to remove the sash. She kissed the sister on the neck, as she removed the sash cord. She even unfastened the neck of her traditional black robe. When it was un-fastened the robe simply slid down her shoulders to fall around her feet in a pile. Like Sister Bernadette she was wearing a simple while slip that covered most of her legs. When Annette slipped the straps off of her shoulders the slip slid down her body as well. As Sister Mary-Grace gathered up the clothes I got a good look at what the nun looked like. Sister Mary-Grace was a slender woman with small breasts hardly the size of most 12-year-olds. Her skin was not as supple as a youthful girl's, but there wasn't a mark on her body. The other thing was the fact that her order didn't allow the nun's to indulge in the vanity of shaving their pubic hair off. When she lifted her arms she exposed an abundant amount of dark underarm hair. Her vulva was also covered with dark tangle of pubic hair, so thick that it was hard to see her vagina opening. I was mildly surprised that she didn't have panties on. Annette reached around her body and rubbed her crotch as if to wipe moisture off of her old friend's crotch. She was doing it for my benefit too. She spread the nun's labia open to show me what her vagina looked like. She even asked me to show the good sister how good I was at pleasing older women. I knelt before the nun and clung to her hips, as I buried my nose in the moist folds of her pussy. Both of them had a hand on the back of my head. They were pulling my head so hard against her pussy so hard that I could hardly breathe, and I was loving every minute of it. Annette had changed her clothes as soon as she got home from work. She had dressed for my arrival before the nun and I arrived. She was bare footed, and had on blue shorts that we so tight they looked like they were painted on. The blouse she had on was transparent and I had been staring at her brown areolas and nipples all evening. Sister Mary-Grace moved to Annette's side and started unbuttoning the blouse. When she had the blouse open she lifted Annette's breasts and toyed with the nipples before she unfastened the shorts. Annette was not wearing any panties either. The nun stuck a finger into her pussy and jilled her for a short time. She smelled her fingers like it was the fragrance of fine wine. She even tasted the pussy juice on her fingers. The two of them turned their full attention on me at that point. The two naked women removed my school uniform just as carefully as they had the nun's habit. The two of them had me down on the thick carpeted floor. Annette was between my legs sucking on my pussy, and the nun was sitting on my face. She was grinding her pussy and asshole against my nose, mouth, and chin. Annette also renewed her relationship with the nun in full view of me. I sat with my back against the couch while Annette made love to her old teacher. Annette sucked on those small tits, and left red lipstick all over the small tits. She ate the nun's pussy with such relish that the smell and noise filled the room. I was masturbating while watching the sex. After the nun had screamed out her gratitude to her previous student's efforts Annette insisted on the nun assume a praying position over the couch with her face buried in the cushion where Annette's naked ass had been sitting. I watched with interest as Annette parted the nun's butt, and she licked her asshole lovingly. I was amazed that anyone would relish tongue fucking another person's asshole that way. They were both making a lot of pleasant noises. At one point Annette sat back and looked at me, and said, "It is about time you learn to appreciate the taste of a sweet asshole!" She grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled me around and placed me between Sister Mary- Grace's legs in front of herself. She pushed my head down until my nose was buried between the cheeks of the nun's butt. Any other time I would have been upset about being degraded in such a manner, but I would do anything Annette asked of me. When I started licking her ass I found that it was surprisingly sweet. I dove into my work just as ardently as Annette had performed her duty. Sister Mary-Grace was sweating profusely by the time she cried out in pleasure. By the time we finished it was getting late and Sister Mary-Grace announced that she had better get the parish car back to the rectory. Annette and I helped her get back into her habit, and we saw her off at the front door, because neither of us wanted to get dressed. We panned on spending the entire weekend nude. For two days we made love to each other almost constantly. Sleep and meals were about the only interruptions. She ate my pussy until the flesh was almost raw, and she rimmed my asshole just as efficiently. I in turn ate her pussy and sucked her asshole enough to learn every crease in her sphincter. When the weekend came to an end we showered together and I gathered up my belongings in preparation of going home. She escorted me to the bus stop. Mother was excited about my return home and fussed over me while I told her a fictional weekend that never happened. The next day as soon as I boarded the bus I cuddled up against Annette for the ride to school. She made good use of the time, by masturbating me to an orgasm. When the door opened at my stop, I reached behind myself and gave her a squeeze on her pussy. I had no more than entered the school grounds and Penny came running. She wanted to know all about my weekend date. I didn't tell her everything that we did, but I did give her enough details to turn her on, because I had plans on finding out how good she was in bed too. By the time I got to Sister Bernadette's class I was horny as a bitch in heat. I stayed after class to see if I could get a little taste. While we were talking I found out that she wasn't sporting any panties under her robe today, and she let me know that Sister Mary-Grace had confessed to her all about the evening she had spent with Annette and me. That was the start of a long career of pursuing older women and occasionally a younger girl. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your outline mail to janmay696@yahoo.com.