Date: Sun, 26 Dec 2021 08:38:18 -0800
From: Jan none <janmay6969@gmail.com>
Subject: Kimberly Goes to Catholic School (Lesbian / Incest, oral, anal, g/FF)

Incest, oral, anal, g/FF

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explicit sexual acts of boys and men discovering their
sexuality.  It contains graphic scenes of sex between a
consenting underage girl and adult females.  If this type of
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        Kimberly Goes to Catholic School
                      By
                     Jan

	Mom and I lived on Harriet Ave. in Minneapolis,
Minnesota after the divorce.  My parents named me
Kimberly Ann Goughler.  Their Catholic families
immigrated to America in the 1850's from
Stockholm, Swidden and settled in the Minneapolis
area.  Mom and I kept the house on Harriet Ave.  It
was a modest single-story home with a steep pitched
roof and was built to reflect the Scandinavian style
of homes.  It was thirty-five feet wide and fifty
deep, with a forty-foot setback.  The lawn was
manicured and there were five concrete steps
leading down to the sidewalk and the curb.

	Everyone called me Kim crowing up.  I have to
admit that I was an innocent girl.  I went to a
Catholic school and made my first communion, and
confirmation like a good girl.  I did well in school, I
was always on the honor rolls.  The nuns and
teachers never had a problem with me.

	Mom had to return to the workforce to
supplement our meager child support and lack of
alimony.  As a result of my mother working, she was
away from the house for at least ten hours a day.  I
was very self-sufficient and mature enough to be
trusted to look after myself.  I spent a lot of time
alone.  I spent my time reading because I had an
inquisitive mind.

	As a result of my scholastic achievement, I was
brought to the attention of a teacher from the high
school that visited our grammar school and took an
interest in me.  She saw to it that I was supplied
with high school text books and even some college
books.  She began spending time after school
discussing what I had read.  She was a divorced
middle-aged woman who became a trusted friend of
my mother.  She insisted on me addressing her as
Betty, rather than the formal Mrs. Ives when in the
presence of others at school.  She was a welcome
guest at our home.  She was soon inviting me to her
home where she allowed me to see and handle all of
her prized positions.  I was an eleven-year-old at the
time and just entering puberty.

	Mom didn't get home from work until shortly
after six.  That give me at least three hours to
study.  Betty started dropping by to visit me.  I
began asking her those questions about my body and
sex.

	I was suffering the bodily changes of puberty
and was full of questions that I was uncomfortable
asking my mother about.  Mrs. Betty Ives became
the person I asked those questions like why are my
breasts hurting and how can I tell when I'm about to
have my period?  It was soon followed by questions
about sex.  At that time, I found boys my age to be
silly.  I had no interest in them.  I heard fellow
students referring to both boys and girls that
seemed to be outcasts as queers, fagots, lesbians
and asked Beaty about what they were talking about.

	Betty was pleased to answer any question I
asked.  She went into great detail while answering
such questions.  By that time, I was well aware if the
reproductive act, I wondered why same sex people
achieved any satisfaction from sex with each other.
Betty assured me that there are many ways to enjoy
physical contact.  There are plenty of people that
think the union of two people of the same sex is the
purest form of love.  She even volunteered to
demonstrate for me how ethereal (unearthly) that
form of love was.  I was thrilled by the prospect
that a woman that meant almost as much as my
mother was offering to introduce me to the
mysteries of the love shared between two females.

	We were in our home sitting on our couch and
she took me into her arms and hugged me close as
she kissed me on the mouth. When she ran her hand
over my chest my nipples tingled.  Then she placed
her hand on my right thigh and slowly moved her
hand up and under my school skirt until her hand was
on my warm panties.  She took her time seducing me.
It wasn't long before I was spending weekends at
Betty's.  We would get undressed in her bedroom
and we would have me feel her big tits and suck on
them.  We would spend a long time sucking each
other's pussies.  Our clandestine meetings were
thrilling.  We had been seeing each other for several
months when one afternoon we were at my home
making love to each other.  We were interrupted
when Mother came home early because she wasn't
feeling well.

	When she entered the house, she must have
heard moaning coming from my bedroom.  When she
opened the door, she was startled to see the two of
us naked on my bed.  We were busily sucking each
other's pussy with Betty on top.  There was a
confusing moment when we were too embarrassed to
talk as we scrambled to grab items of clothing to
cover our nakedness.  There were some angry
accusations made by my mother as we got dressed.

	Betty pleaded with Mother not to report her.
It was finally agreed that Betty would quit her job
and leave the State.  When I went to school the
following Monday and we had a substitute for the
rest of the semester there were rumors going
around the Mrs. Goughler had been caught making
love to a student and been fired. There was plenty
of speculations about which student she had been
caught with.  I kept a low profile lest they mention
my name.

	At lunchtime I took my tray and sat at one of
the tables, and a girl from my class sat right to my
left.  She made a declarative statement: "Kim, you're
the girl Mrs. Goughler was having sex with!"  I
couldn't bring myself to deny her statement.  She
added: "Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anybody."

	I managed to quietly ask: "Why do you think I
was the girl?"

	She said: "I could tell by the way the two of
you looked at each other and lingered to talk to each
other.  The reason I could tell is because I am
seeing an older woman as well.  We talked later
about how much we enjoyed sex with older women.
She assured me that Mrs. Gouhler was not the only
woman having sex with girls at the school and she
told me that there at least a couple on nuns that
were hungry for young girls.

	That girl and I became friends and she
introduced me to her adult friend.  We spent the
next three years together as much as we could.  It
was great fun sucking the pussy of the adult woman
while the girl was sucking mine.

	When we entered high school and moved to the
other all girls' campus.  We were still required to
wear the typical parochial high school uniform that
consisted of the blue and gray plaid pleated skirt,
white blouse, blue and gray tie, white knee length
cable knit sock, with penny loafers.  We were
required to wear white slips, bras, and full panties,
and no makeup.  During the cold winter months, we
were allowed to wear waterproof boots and heavy
gray coats.  Even with the strict restrictions girls
would find ways to defy rules.  Skirts would be
shorter than regulation.  Panties would be skimpy,
and slips would be missing, and girls would wear
pushup bras that showed off their nipples.  The girls
that were found to be defiling the dress code were
punished.  Expelling them or sending them home was
just what the girls wanted.  As a result, as the
school year progressed rules were not enforced as
rigorously.  I was well aware of which girls were
smoking, boy crazy, and even those that were
probably into pussy.  I was curious about which nuns
were into girls as well.

	It didn't take long for me to hear all of gossip
about the suspected sexual habits of the school
facility and students.  I had learned enough to be
able to spot the signs of the longing looks in the
eyes of the teacher and students.  I quickly
discarded the rumors about some nuns and lay
teachers.  Some of the girls were sure that the
physical education teacher was a lesbian but she
actually didn't show any signs of being one.  On the
other hand, there was one nun that was in charge to
religious education that showed every sign of being a
lesbian.  I observed Sister Marry-Catherine for
several weeks.  She was always touching girls on the
back or shoulder and she looked over their shoulders
at their writing in their notebooks.  I could see the
longing in her eyes as she looked at my fellow
students.  I found the idea of having sex with a nun
very exciting.

	There is something about the idea of having
sex with a woman that had dedicated her life to the
church so wickedly appealing.  The habit of a nun is
so mysterious.  All you ever see of them is their
face, hands, and feet.  Trying to guess their ages by
their faces and hands is hard.  Sister Marry-
Catherine and the other nuns at our school were all
Carmelites.  Their habits consisted of the black
robes with a black cord around the waist and a
rosary under the cord, the is the headdress worn by
women over the head consisting of a Guimpe: A
starched cloth covering the neck and should, a coif
(the cap worn under the veil that frames the face),
with a white veil under the black veil, and the rest is
normally quarter nylons with black shoes.  I was
curious what they wore under the habit.

	I made a point to befriend Sister Marry-
Catherine.  I asked my mother if we could invite her
to dinner with us.  Mother suggested in evening that
she could prepare a proper meal.  Marry-Catherine
was thrilled to accept our invitation.  When she
arrived at the appointed hour, I almost didn't
recognize her.  She was not wearing her habit.

	Her red hair was rather short, even though it
was brushed out it still was close to her head
because of being confined by the coif.  She was
wearing a floral print dress with a full skirt and a
knit sweater.  She had on nylons and pumps with
modest heels.  I introduced her to my mother and
said that she expected to meet a nun.

	Marry-Catherine explained that she was
allowed to worst civilian clothes on social occasions.
It is easier for people to talk to her if they are not
reminded that she is sworn to celibacy.

	Over dinner we learned that she came from an
Irish family and she had three older brothers.  Her
mother gad died when she was a child and her
deathbed wish was that she become a nun.  Mother
and her bonded quickly.  The three of us went to
movies together.  Mother liked and trusted her well
enough to be comfortable recommending dome
movies that contained some very sexually explicit
martial.

	They were unaware that I listened to their
conversations when we would return from a movie
date.  After seeing movie that delt with a lesbian
relationship, Marry-Catherine asked my mother if
the rumors about Mrs. Goughler leaving the high
school because she had been caught in a
compromising situation with Kim when she was
younger?  Mother admitted the truth of the rumor.
She added that she didn't report it because it would
have been embarrassing for everyone including the
school.  What followed was unexpected.

	Mother added: "She volunteered to leave on
her own.  I would not have reported her, because my
own first sexual love afire had been with the middle-
aged woman that had been my babysitter as a child."
She leaned close to Marry-Catherine ad said: "To
tell the truth I have a girlfriend that I have sex
with at least one a week."

	I was shocked to learn that my mother was
having sex with a woman.  (It is hard to picture your
own mother as a sexually active person)

	Marry-Catherine hugged my mother: "We all
have stories to tell.  I was just a girl when I was put
in the care of a Catholic boarding school.  I was a
pathetic girl.  I cried so much that I disturbed the
other girls on the ward.  The nun that was in charge
of the ward took me to bed with her.  She hugged
and kissed me to calm me down.  She began
masturbating me to get me to go to sleep.  Within a
month I was sucking her tits, pussy, and even her
asshole.  I have been addicted to sex with females
ever since.

	Mother expressed surprise that a nun that was
educated to chastity and poverty was admitting that
she was sexually active with other women.  At that
point they decided to check on me to be sure that I
was fast asleep. I made it back to my bed and
pretended to be asleep.  After they closed the door,
I was back at the door and followed them back to
the family room.

	I went to the dining room and took up at a
position behind the wooden screen where I could
watch the action in the next room without being
seen.  I watched as my mother and Sister Marry-
Catherine sat on the couch in front of the fireplace.
They embraced each other and they kissed for a
long time.  They were taking turns sucking on each
other's tongues.  When they parted, they hastily
removed their dresses.  I was very interested in
seeing what the nun was wearing for underwear.

	I was a little surprised to see her wearing a
lavender lace strapless pushup bra and matching
lavender lace hip hugger panties.  Mother was also
wearing her best undergarments.  There was very
little time for them to admire each other's taste in
lingerie.  They were soon as naked as the day came
into the world.  I was captivated by the sight of
them talking turns sucking each other's tits, pussies
and even tongue fucking assholes.  Their sex was so
heated that I could even smelled their cunts and
asshole from my vantage point.  When they were so
exhausted, they just lay there when they were
finished.

	I made my way back to my bed and once under
the warm covers I pulled my nightgown up and stuck
my fingers into my cunt and frigid myself until I fell
asleep somewhere between the fourth and fifth
orgasm.  I was thinking about sucking the cunt of
Sister Marry-Catherine.  The only question was how
I was going to find a way to get along with her.

	My problem was solved the following day at
school.  I was sitting in her class looking at her and
remembering what she looked like naked with her
mouth on my mother's pussy.  My mind was wondering
and didn't respond when she asked me a question.  At
the conclusion of the class, she asked me to give her
a moment.  The other girls assumed I was in trouble.

	When the door closed behind the last girl out
of the door Sister Marry-Catherine had me
approach her desk and she said: "This weekend I will
be visiting the monastery where I was educated as a
novice.  How would you like to go with me?"

	I was at a loss for words...why would I be
interested in seeing a school for nuns.  I stood there
and found myself saying: "I guess so."

	She said: "I discussed it with your mother last
night.  We will leave after school on Friday."

	When Mother got home from work that night,
I asked her about her discussing me accompanying
Sister Marry-Catherine to the monastery for the
weekend.  Mom told me that she thought it would be
a good learning experience for me.  I was filled with
mixed emotions: I wanted to have sex with her like I
had seen her having with my mother, but feared
spending a weekend in monastery would be boring as
hell.

	When Friday arrived and the day ended, the
Mother Superior drove us up to state to the
monastery.  The two of them were in the front seats
and I was in the backseat looking out as the scenery
changed from a city to pastoral settings and finally
to a wooded forest.  We eventually arrived at a
secluded huge brisk building that as very imposing.
We checked in with the novice that was acting was
clerk at the entrance.  We were given a quick tour
by Sister Marry-Catherine and a novice.  We had
dinner in the dining hall with the resident nuns and
novices before the Mother Superior returned to the
city.

	We spent the rest of the evening walking
around the grounds.  When the time came for
everyone to turn in Marry-Catherine led me to one
of the small cubicles where the nun's and novices
slept.  It was a rather small spartan room with a
simple twin sized bed, a small bedside table with
small table lamp, a wardrobe that was meant to
contain the few positions they were allowed to have.
There were no mirrors.  If we were going to share
that bed, we were going to be very crummy.

	She began by pulling straight pins from her
vails and folded them carefully and placed them on a
shelf in the wardrobe.  Then she removed the
Guimpe and was careful not to fold it as she laid it
out.  Then she untied the laces on the back of the
coif and pulled it off of her head and placed it in the
scarf.  He removed the rosary from the belt and
kissed it before placing it on the vail.  The cord was
next.  She pulled the black robe over her head and
hung it in the wardrobe.  Her hair was moist and
matted from being hidden under the coif all day.
She sat on the side of the bed to untie the laces of
her shoes and remove them along with the quarter
length nylons.  The cheap bra she was wearing did
nothing to make them draw attention to them.  It
almost flattened them against her body.  The white
panties can only be described as 'Granny Panties.'  As
she removed them, she told me to get undressed.

	I was wearing my school uniform and it came
off wackily.  When I was completely naked Sister
Marry-Catherine pulled me against her body and
kissed me on the mouth.  When we lay on the bed, we
masturbated each other before I turned my body
around on tip of her and we sucked each other's
pussy to orgasm.  Sister Marry-Catherine was a
petite woman.  The intergang thing was that she
didn't shave her crotch or underarms.  There was a
strong aroma coming from her underarms and
crotch.  She rolled me over and spread my butt
cheeks and tongue fucked my asshole.  It was all
very exciting.  In the morning when she woke up, she
got up and casually led me naked down the hall to the
communal shower and bathroom.  She didn't even
close the door to the toilet stall as she peed.  Other
young women came in equally naked and casually
acknowledged our presence as they relieved
themselves and showered.  We showered and she
felt me up and kissed me right in front of her fellow
nuns and novices.

	When we got dressed, she put on the habit
without undergarments.  And she gave me the white
robe of a novice and we went to breakfast with the
rest of the nuns.  Later she took me to the office of
the Mother Superior.  It was an impressive office
suitable for a corporate general manager.  She came
around her desk and greeted Sister Marry-
Catherine as one of her graduate nuns with a hug
and a kiss on the cheek.  After I was introduced, she
kissed and hugged me as well.  She sat her butt
against her desk and asked Sister to demonstrate
for my benefit her devotion to the order.

	Sister Marry-Catherine knelt before the nun
and lifted the Mother Superior's robe.  I was
fascinated to see the legs of the much older woman.
They were clad in very erotic nylons and heels.
When the robe was lifted up hast the waist exposing
her naked crotch.  Her vulva was sparsely covered
pubic hairs that were still a dark brown color.
Sister Marry-Catherine proceeded to cling to her
hips as she kissed her pussy as an act of devotion.  I
watched everything carefully.  When Sister Marry-
Catherine moved aside she placed her hand on the
back of my neck and pulled me towards the pussy of
the Mother Superior and I proceeded to suck the
woman's pussy until she was satisfied.  I learned
that weekend that the life of dome nuns is not
deprived of sexual satisfaction.


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