NUNS BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

Feature Writer: Unknown
Feature Title: Nuns behind closed doors
Story Codes: Religious, Corruption, Sin, Nuns, Masturbation, Lesbianism

NUNS BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

CHAPTER 1

“Get back under my dress!” It was said with authority, not anger.

“But, Reverend Mother, what’s she doing now?”

“Sister Mary Margaret, your curiosity will be the death of me!” Mother Superior’s eyes never left the large two-way mirror built into the wall. “Now do as you’re told!”

“But, Reverend Mo–”

Tearing her eyes away from the mirror, the abbess gave the nun a stern look that made her wish she hadn’t said anything. The nun was on her knees, but she wasn’t praying. She was using her upper arm to wipe the wetness off her face. Having seen that scowl before, she wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. The nun’s eyes darted away from the stare and came to rest on her hands still clutching Mother Superior’s long black habit. She flipped it over her back as she quickly ducked underneath, crawling into the darkness as it cascaded over her body. She couldn’t see, but the familiar smell guided her like a divining rod. On her hands and knees, Sister Mary Margaret reached for and found one bare leg, and then the other. Sliding her hands up Mother Superior’s shins and then over her knees, she tightened her fingers around the chubby thighs and pulled herself up onto her knees. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled, and then the nun tilted her head back, opened her mouth wide, and pressed her mouth to the hairy pussy. The legs shuffled further apart.

Mother Superior sighed as her eyes closed, and then they reopened slightly glazed. Sister Mary Margaret was one of her favorites — she had such a long tongue. Mother Superior closed her eyes again when the nun nipped at her engorged clit but forced them open to see what the new novice was doing.

Watching her now, Mother Superior thought back to how nervous and timid the young girl had been when entering the convent and how she uncontrollably jumped when the big oak door slammed shut. Leaving her small tattered suitcase by the door for someone else to care for, the abbess gave Sister Mary Julian a tour of the convent, culminating at the cell that was to be her bedroom — a cell almost identical to the others. Mother Superior remembered the novice’s reaction when she flung the door open.

The 19-year-old had stood in the doorway and peered inside, almost afraid to take the “next step.” The cell was small, and for a fleeting moment the young girl made the analogy of a prison cell. But she wasn’t a prisoner, being there on her own volition.

A large bed — too large for the small room — ran along one wall wedged into the corner. It had a clean white sheet and black wool blanket that was tucked under the mattress so tightly that if a coin was dropped on it, it would bounce several times before coming to rest. Spread out on the bed was her new clothes, the black and white habit. She chuckled softly thinking, At least I didn’t have to buy it like the cheerleader uniform in high school, but then she saw the stern look Mother Superior gave her and bit her lip to suppress the laugh that was about to burst forth. It added to the doubts filling her mind. She wanted desperately to serve God but there were things in the secular world that she wasn’t sure she could give up. She had always been a fun loving girl and not being able to laugh was one of those things. Not that it was the only thing.

Glancing back at the bed, her heart warmed when she saw the large cross with her beloved Jesus on the wall over the head of the bed. Her suitcase was on the floor at the other end. It contained her only possessions and her eyes quickly scanned the room until locating the low, two-drawer dresser on the opposite wall from the bed. It was small but would easily hold the suitcase’s contents. Above the dresser, a rather large framed mirror seemed out of place in the unpretentious room. It was wider than the dresser and took up a good portion of the wall. The novice’s eyes moved to the wall opposite where she was standing, between the bed and dresser. A single window with gray, flimsy material gathered on either side let light into the room. I guess you can call that a curtain, she thought, realizing that even when pulled shut the room would not be dark. How will I be able to sleep? Heck, what am I thinking? We probably get up before the sun does. Below the window was a simple gray metal desk and chair. A cheap lamp with a missing shade sat on the desk. Sighing loudly, Sister Mary Julian took a large step into her new life.

After getting the novice settled, Mother Superior had left and rushed to the adjacent room where Sister Mary Margaret had been waiting after dropping off the suitcase. Mother Superior walked quickly to the two-way mirror and hoisted her long black dress to her waist, pointing her knees outward. No verbal command was necessary. The other nun’s hands went to her head and took off her veil, carefully placing it on the floor. Then she scooted between Mother Superior’s legs and immediately clamped her mouth onto her pussy as the dress was dropped. And now Sister Mary Margaret was back under the long flowing dress, munching away in the darkness.

Mother Superior stared at the young novice standing in the middle of the room wringing her hands. She knew what she was going through — the doubts, the fears, and the loneliness. But unlike her, the novice still had the chance to change her mind and return to the secular world. She hoped she wouldn’t. The girl was quite pretty, with red hair cut short to fit under the habit’s coif and veil, big green eyes with a few freckles dotting both sides of her button nose, and two cute dimples she had seen when the girl chuckled. She was petite at only 5’4″ and couldn’t have weighed more than 105 pounds. It was hard to tell in her loose fitting sweater, but she looked like she had small breasts. Mother Superior couldn’t wait to see what they looked like as she unconsciously licked her lips.

The novice walked around the room, opened and closed the single closet next to the door, and then walked slowly to the bed and stared at her new clothing. She picked up the habit and pressed it to her body, turning to face the mirror. Mother Superior watched the girl’s face intently. She didn’t look like she was thrilled to wear the age-old outfit. The novice turned back to the bed and laid the habit down. She sighed.

Mother Superior gasped, and it was not only because Sister Mary Margaret’s long tongue drove deeper into her pussy and wiggled around. The novice had pulled her sweater over her head leaving her breasts covered by only a small bra. Mother Superior placed a hand on the back of Sister Mary Margaret’s head through her heavy dress and pressed the nun’s mouth more firmly onto her pussy. The nun understood and flicked her tongue in and out rapidly. Mother Superior forced her eyes to remain open as the young girl unclasped her bra and let it slip over her arms. Her tits were small, maybe 32Bs, and cone-shaped with nipples pointing right at Mother Superior. They weren’t stiff but large nonetheless. She couldn’t wait to suck on them.

Placing her left palm flat on the mirror and holding the back of Sister Mary Margaret’s head through her dress, Mother Superior humped her hips. Very accustomed to Mother Superior’s needs, Sister Mary Margaret tilted her head back a little more and made her tongue taut, extending it as far as she could. She dropped a hand between her own legs and frantically rubbed her clit as Mother Superior’s pussy smashed into her face.

Mother Superior placed her other hand on the mirror and spread her legs further. Leaning forward from the waist, supporting her weight with her hands, her hips pulled back and thrust forward with such force that the nun under her dress had to tense the muscles in her neck and shoulders just to keep her head from being pushed back.

“She’s so lovely,” Mother Superior said when the novice let her skirt fall to her feet leaving her in nothing but yellow panties. And then she cried out, “Yes! Yes!” in the privacy of the soundproof room. Her climax coincided with the novice rolling her panties down to expose the neatly trimmed red bush.

Mother Superior humped her hips violently which caused Sister Mary Margaret to begrudgingly remove her hand from her own pussy and grab both of Mother Superior’s legs. The wetness leaked over her tongue and down her chin and she knew her habit would surely need washing after wiping her face again with her arm. Mother Superior had tried to break her of that practice, but you know what they say about old habits.

Once Mother Superior calmed down, Sister Mary Margaret reemerged from under her dress. She looked up at her abbess with imploring eyes, but knew not to speak. Mother Superior looked down and smiled warmly, causing the nun’s face to gleam with delight.

“Come up here and take a look,” Mother Superior said.

She scrambled to her feet and stood next to the older nun. The novice was beautiful just as Mother Superior had said and she felt a tad jealous but quickly pushed that aside. As a nun she wasn’t permitted to be jealous. She led a simple life, a pious life, with one very special wrinkle.

The novice seemed to be uneasy in her new living quarters. She looked around the room and several times studied her nude figure in the big mirror. She turned sideways and cupped her small breasts and sucked in her tummy, which even when she let the air out didn’t bulge. She stuck her ass out and felt its firmness. And then both nuns gasped when her hand slid down her stomach and cupped her groin.

“What’s she doing?” Sister Mary Margaret asked.

Stunned, Mother Superior looked at the nun with wide eyes. “Why would you, of all people, have to ask that?”

The nun turned red. “But I didn’t do that until you, um, showed me how.”

“Well not every girl lives the sheltered life you did. She’s probably been doing … Shhh, let’s watch.”

Both nuns looked at the young girl with longing. The novice’s hand stayed between her legs cupping her pussy, and when they paid more attention saw that her middle finger was inside. The novice’s eyelids closed halfway and her knees bent slightly and turned outward. The nuns, dressed in their black and white garbs, were shoulder to shoulder and Sister Mary Margaret was breathing hard.

Mother Superior glanced at the other nun and her eyes traveled lower. Sister Mary Margaret held her black dress up with one hand and her other hand was between her legs. The scent of arousal wafted to Mother Superior who reached between Sister Mary Margaret’s legs and shoved her hand away, replacing it with her own. Sinking a finger into the other nun’s pussy, she was delighted with how wet it was. She’s definitely one of my favorites, she thought and looked back through the mirror as she fingered the younger nun.

The novice’s chest rose and fell and she took a few steps backwards until she felt the bed against the back of her legs. She plopped down and spread her legs. The other nuns now clearly saw her finger sliding in and out of her pussy, and by the shine of the finger knew she was as wet as Sister Mary Margaret.

Falling onto her back, the novice lifted her legs and placed her heels on the edge of the mattress. Her raised knees moved apart exposing her pussy and asshole to the spying nuns. Her other hand was on her tit, squeezing it and pulling on her nipple. And then that hand joined the other between her legs with her index finger on her clit. While fingering herself, she frantically rubbed her clit. In no time, her knees slapped together and her hips lifted, suspending her ass off the mattress for a moment and then crashing back down. Her feet slipped off the bed and fell to the floor. Lying on her back with her legs spread, her chest rose and fell with each deep breath.

Sister Mary Margaret jerked her hips and let out a little squeal as she climaxed. She grabbed Mother Superior’s arm with both hands and hung on tightly as her knees turned to jelly. She remained like that until Mother Superior nudged her. Opening her eyes, she glanced at Mother Superior and then followed her gaze to the mirror.

The novice stood nervously looking down at her new black habit. She picked it up and clutched in her hands. Agitated, she looked at the garment and then held it to her body and then looked at it again. Her hands were shaking and her face was red. The nuns thought she was going to cry. The novice laid the black dress on the bed and picked up her panties. She spit on her panties and vigorously rubbed the dress with them and then studied it, and then rubbed it again.

“What’s she doing?” Sister Mary Margaret asked.

Mother Superior chuckled and used her thumb to point at Sister Mary Margaret’s upper arm. The nun looked and saw the filmy white stain on the black material. “Oh no, she leaked on her habit,” Sister Mary Margaret exclaimed.

“It seems to be the case,” Mother Superior said in a faraway voice. She was deep in thought.

CHAPTER 2

Mother Superior sent Sister Mary Margaret away and continued to watch the novice through the two-way mirror. Sister Mary Julian paced her small room, stopping each time she came to her bed. She’d stand there rubbing her palms on her thighs, wringing her hands, and clenching and unclenching her fists as she stared down at the soiled habit.

One time she stopped in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection. Her stare was so intense that Mother Superior jerked back as if the novice was able to see her. But she realized the young girl was admonishing herself for being stupid enough to put herself into the predicament she was in. The novice raised a fist and was about to pound her reflection which caused Mother Superior to stoop slightly and hold her breath wondering if the glass would be broken, but then the fist came down on top of the chest — and then she slammed it again and again.

The novice looked at her watch and her shoulders slumped. She dressed and sat on the side of the bed with her face cupped in her hands. Mother Superior checked her watch and left the room, walking the short distance to Sister Mary Julian’s cell. She hesitated a moment before softly tapping on the door.

The novice jumped off the bed and looked around the room as if seeking an escape route, but then hurried to the door and opened it.

“It’s almost time for dinner,” Mother Superior said.

“Oh, okay. Thank you, Reverend Mother.”

“Sister Mary Julian, why are you still in your lay clothes?”

The novice turned red and lowered her eyes. Mother Superior noticed her body trembling slightly.

“Did your new clothing not fit?”

Without raising her eyes, the novice said, “I, um, haven’t tried it on yet.”

“Well, child, what are you waiting for? Are you having doubts about your new life?”

The novice’s head shot up. “Oh no. This is what I want … with all my heart. It’s just that … um … I … um…”

“Don’t be afraid.” Mother Superior placed a hand on the young girl’s shoulder. “I know this was a hard decision and it’s not for everyone, but–”

“NO! Oh, I’m sorry for yelling, Reverend Mother. It’s not that. It’s just that my new clothes are, um, dirty.”

“Oh my! How can that be?” Mother Superior placed both hands on the sides of her face like the famous pose in the Home Alone movie. I am truly sorry. Let me see it.”

The novice’s body trembled more visibly now. “Please, Reverend Mother, can’t I just get it washed?”

“Nonsense. I need to see it so I know who to have a talking to.”

Mother Superior pushed past the novice and walked straight to the bed. She stopped and stared at the habit and then turned to the frightened girl.

“What’s that?” she said, her arm extended, her finger rigid and pointing accusingly at the filmy white stain.

“Oh, Reverend Mother, I can’t tell you.” The novice’s whole body shook and tears filled her eyes.

“Did you sin?”

“Oh, Reverend Mother, how can I confess that to you?”

“Sister Mary Julian, you know that only a priest can hear your confession and that according to Canon Law nuns in a convent are exempt from confession. The bishop has to specially approve a priest to hear our confession and that only happens two or three times a year. So although I am not a priest and can’t officially hear your confession, the other sisters find it comforting to unofficially confess to me. It won’t save your soul but will make you feel better.” Placing an arm over the novice’s shoulders, she said, “Now, my child, tell me what’s troubling you.”

The novice burst into tears and Mother Superior pulled the sobbing girl’s face to her chest and patted her back as she cried. “Now, now, it’s all right,” Mother Superior said soothingly. “Tell me what you did and you’ll feel better.”

“It was I… (sob) … who stained… (sob) (sob) … my new clothes.”

Patting the novice’s back, Mother Superior said, “How can that be? What could you have spilled on your habit?”
The novice cried even harder, gasping for breath as she found it difficult to breathe. Mother Superior let her cry for a while and then pushed her away from her body, holding her at arm’s length. She shook the much smaller girl until she calmed down and opened her eyes. Mother Superior stared at the young nun’s green eyes now surrounded by redness.

“There’s no sense crying over spilled milk,” Mother Superior said. “It’s not milk, is it?”

The novice’s hands covered her face and she said, “No, Reverend Mother, it isn’t milk.”

“Then what?” Mother Superior’s tone changed and she said forcefully, “Stop acting like a child! Tell me what happened!”

“I … I was sitting on the bed and my new habit was on the bed and I was sitting on it.”

“Go on.”

“Oh, Reverend Mother, how can I?” Once again the novice burst into tears and backed up. When she bumped into the bed she sat down.

Mother Superior sat next to the novice and waited for her to catch her breath and for her crying to mostly cease. Then she said in her authoritative voice, “Sister Mary Julian, look at me.” The novice’s hands slid off her face and she turned to the side. “Were you pleasuring yourself?”

“Oh, Reverend Mother, I am so ashamed. How can I seek your forgiveness?”

“My child, why would you need my forgiveness?”

The novice’s crying stopped completely and she stared at Mother Superior with open mouth and wide eyes. “Because I sinned. I’m not worthy to be a nun.”

“Nonsense!”

“What?! We were taught that–”

“I know, I know,” Mother Superior said despondently, hanging her head and shaking it. Then she looked up. “But if that made us unworthy to be a nun, there wouldn’t be any nuns.”

The 19-year-old novice was speechless. She stared at the older nun. Her mind was in turmoil. What is she saying? I must have misunderstood her. This can’t be. Concentrate! Listen carefully.

“Why did you choose to become a nun?” Mother Superior asked.

“It was my calling.”

“Good textbook answer. But why was it your calling?”

“I want to be close to God. I want to serve Him. If I dedicate my life to God I will reap an eternal happiness in Heaven.”

“And what about on Earth?”

“What do you mean? I will have serenity … and I’ll have spiritual comfort knowing I’ve dedicated my life to God.”

“But what about physical comfort?”

The novice’s eyebrows furrowed as she stared at Mother Superior. She agreed to the vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience. This was her superior and she owed her obedience. But how much could she admit to?

“I don’t need the comforts lay people have. I can live happily in the convent.”

Mother Superior rubbed her chin as she studied the young girl. “Yes, life here can be hard. We give up a lot to save our souls. But I’m not talking about fancy clothes or living in a big house. Our Heavenly Father designed our bodies…” Mother Superior paused and rubbed her chin again, and then said, “Tell me, are you a virgin?”

The novice’s face turned bright red and then paled. She looked into Mother Superior’s eyes and couldn’t turn away. She needed to be obedient and there must have been a reason for that question to be asked. Was it a test?

“No, Reverend Mother.”

“I was when I became a nun. I’m from a different generation than you.”

“I’m sorry, I was young and–”

“I’m not scolding you, my child. Like I was saying before, our Heavenly Father designed our bodies to enjoy sex so it’s not a sin to have sex.”

“But I wasn’t married.”

“Yes, according to our teachings that is a sin. But like I said, you come from a different generation than I.”

“You mean it was okay?”

“I’m not going to say that. But our traditions change. It wasn’t that long ago that we couldn’t eat meat on Fridays. But to the chagrin of the fishermen…” Mother Superior uncharacteristically chuckled, “we no longer have to eat fish on Fridays.”

“But I’m a nun now.”

“And so am I. But I too have a body that God made, as do the other sisters here. We have learned how serve God spiritually and to honor His desire for us to receive physical pleasure.”

“You mean you masturbate!” the novice said incredulously, and then clamped a hand over her mouth.

“When I have to.”

“But, Reverend Mother, I have to do it a lot.” Her voice was soft and muffled behind her hand.

Mother Superior gently pulled the novice’s hand down. “I would too if it weren’t for the other sisters.”

The novice stared at Mother Superior with a blank expression. She was speechless. And then she closed her eyes when Mother Superior brushed her cheek with the back of her fingers.

“You are so young and have much to learn. I will be your teacher. Such smooth skin,” Mother Superior said as she stroked the novice’s cheek again. “I remember when I had skin like yours.” And then her eyes lowered to the novice’s chest. “And when I had firm breasts too.”

The novice gasped and jerked back when Mother Superior’s hand cupped her left tit.

“Don’t pull away. I’m just showing you that God designed your body for pleasure.”

The novice hesitantly leaned forward and this time didn’t back away when the older nun’s hand covered her breast. In fact, when the hand squeezed her tit, she closed her eyes and sighed.

“That’s right,” Mother Superior said, “learn to enjoy your body. Feel the pleasure our Heavenly Father has given us. Learn to love God through another’s touch.”

When the hand left her breast, the novice almost reached out for it. But her hand stopped and fell back to the bed. With her eyes closed, she felt Mother Superior’s hand slide under her sweater onto her belly. She sucked in air at the touch and her stomach muscles turned her flat belly concave. The hand, however, didn’t linger there — it slid up her soft skin and pushed under her bra and cupped her naked tit.

“Oh, Reverend Mother,” she cooed.

When the novice felt Mother Superior tugging her sweater up with one hand, she grabbed her sweater and pulled it over her head and tossed it to the floor. It had been a long time since anyone had touched her and her body was responding. Mother Superior’s free hand reached behind the novice and deftly unclasped her bra. The novice pulled her arms through it and left the bra dangling on Mother Superior’s forearm. Mother Superior pulled her hand away letting the bra fall. She then leaned forward and covered the tit with her wide open mouth. Her free hand went to the girl’s knee and, without warning, continued under the skirt and didn’t stop until it rested on the panty-covered pussy.

The novice’s eyes popped open and she scooted back on the bed, severing all contact with the older nun. She crossed her arms over her naked chest. “What are you doing?” she exclaimed.

“You know what I’m doing.”

“We were told that we should be emotionally detached, that we should only express love in a detached way. We were taught that human attachments interfere with closeness to God.”

Mother Superior stared at the confused girl and said, “My child, that is contrary to Scripture. Adam was very close to God. He walked and talked with God every evening. But God said that wasn’t enough. God said that Adam needed human companionship. ‘It is not good that man should be alone’ … Genesis 2:18.”

“But … but…”

“But what? We’re both women? We’ve chosen a convent life. We’re only women here. Don’t take the Bible so literally. When God says ‘man’ he means ‘human being’ and that means woman too.” They remained silent for a few moments and then Mother Superior said, “It is not my intention to force you to do this. I will leave you alone and so will the other sisters. You can pleasure yourself like you did earlier. But it can get very lonely in a convent. You’re young and have needs. Our Heavenly Father gave you those needs. We have learned to honor God through prayer and…” Mother Superior got up from the bed. With her back to the novice she said, “It is soon dinner time. Come properly dressed in your habit. No one will say anything about the stain.” She started to leave.

“Don’t go!” the novice shouted.

Mother Superior stopped and turned. “What do you want, my child?”

They stared at each other for the longest time and then the novice lowered her arms to her sides. They again didn’t say a word, but just looked at each other, Mother Superior openly staring at the young girl’s naked breasts. And then she walked back to the bed and sat down.

The novice’s eyes dropped and then looked up, only to fall to her lap again. Mother Superior scooted more onto the bed until she was sitting next to the novice. This time when the young novice’s eyes rose they remained on Mother Superior’s face.

With her eyes locked on the novice’s, Mother Superior raised her hand very slowly. As it came closer and closer to the naked breast, the novice’s eyes darted from Mother Superior’s face to her hand. And when the palm pressed against the soft flesh, she let out a sigh and closed her eyes.

Mother Superior continued to stare at the novice’s face. She gently squeezed the pliant breast and watched the girl suck in a lungful of air. She placed her other hand on the other breast and squeezed it too, and then flicked the nipple with her thumb. The novice still didn’t say or do anything to make her stop so she released the first tit and placed that hand on the novice’s knee. She felt the girl tense but nothing more.

Using the hand on the novice’s breast, Mother Superior gently pushed her onto her back. And then she shifted more on the bed angrily fighting with her long habit which impeded her movement. Using one hand, she hoisted her long black dress up so that it was out from under her knees which gave her a little more freedom. And then she grabbed the hem of the novice’s skirt and pulled it up. She smiled when the girl raised her butt to allow the skirt to be raised higher.

Mother Superior stared at the yellow panties that she had seen through the two-way mirror. She, like many of the other nuns, had stopped wearing panties except when menstruating. The long thick dress of the habit provided modesty and the absence of panties provided easy access. But staring at the yellow panties, she realized how sensual they were.

Slipping a hand inside the waistband of the panties, she felt the curly hairs that she knew were red. Her fingertip touched the slit and wedged between the panting girl’s labia. When it slid over the clit, the novice’s hips jerked up. But Mother Superior didn’t stop there. Her finger kept going within the hot wetness until it sunk into the hole, and then she drove her finger in all the way.

“Oh!” the novice cried out as her butt rose before collapsing back to the bed.

With her hand still cupping the novice’s right breast, Mother Superior lowered her mouth onto the other tit and sucked while fucking her with her thick finger. The girl’s eyes shut even tighter and her mouth opened. Watching the girl’s reaction, Mother Superior shifted and covered the girl’s open mouth with her own. Up until that point the novice was only on the receiving end of their girl/girl sex, and Mother Superior wanted to know how she’d react. She didn’t have to wait long. The novice thrust her tongue into Mother Superior’s mouth and grabbed the back of her head, knocking off her veil and even her coif.

Mother Superior was amazed at the passion of the novice’s kiss. In no time the novice’s fingers clung to her now exposed gray hair, crushing their mouths together. She in turn rammed her finger in and out of the girl’s pussy with an equal fervor.

The novice’s head tilted back, breaking the kiss. Mother Superior continued fingering her as she stared into the 19-year-old’s face. Her eyes were shut and her mouth open. Her chin was shiny with spittle and her lips a little swollen. The novice made a panting noise, sucking in air and letting it out, sucking it in and letting it out … And then her breathing changed. She didn’t seem to take in any more air but just bursts of air came out of her open mouth in quick succession, “Huh, huh, huh, huh,” while her hips thrust upwards and her pussy clamped Mother Superior’s finger.

“Oh yes! Please … yes!” the novice cried out.

Mother Superior got onto her side, leaning on her elbow, and slipped a second finger into the novice. She jammed the fingers in and out with increased force until the novice’s heels dug into the mattress and her butt rose. Mother Superior cupped the girl’s pussy and squeezed, thrusting her fingers in as far as she could. She felt the novice’s vagina muscles clamping around her fingers. She looked up to the girl’s face and gasped. The novice’s eyes were open, but only the whites could be seen. Her mouth was stretched wide open with saliva dripping down one side of her face. She looked possessed.

The novice’s face was red, the veins at her temples quite visible. Her legs were stiff with the tendons showing their strain. She remained frozen with her body arched, her head, shoulders and feet the only parts of her touching the bed. And then her body went limp and crashed back down causing Mother Superior’s fingers to slip out.

Mother Superior held her wet fingers in front of her face and then brought them to her nose. She inhaled deeply and then licked the underside of both fingers. Stuffing them in her mouth, she sucked them clean.

The novice opened her eyes and looked around in a daze. She focused on Mother Superior and locked her arms around the older woman, pulling herself up as she hugged her. Her face was buried in Mother Superior’s chest as she sobbed softly.

“Are you sad?” Mother Superior asked while patting the novice’s back.

“Oh no, I’m so happy I can just die. Thank you, Reverend Mother. Thank you for doing that.

“Quick, get dressed. We must go to dinner. The sisters will be waiting and we have to finish in time for evening prayers.”

CHAPTER 3

The novice paused when entering the large dining room, her hand pressed against the stain over her right thigh near her hip. All the nuns were sitting stiffly on high backed wooden chairs around a massive oak table. They looked at her and she thought she saw recognition in some of their eyes, but their expressions didn’t change nor did they utter a word. She wondered if it was her imagination fueled by guilt. If any saw the white stain on her habit it was done so with an undeterminable glance.

“Sisters, this is Sister Mary Julian,” Mother Superior said. “Please welcome her to our convent.”

There was a chorus of monotone hellos from the nuns as the novice was directed to her assigned seat. When the abbess sat, all heads bowed with foreheads resting on clasped hands as she led the prayer. When they ate, the only sounds in the room were silverware scraping plates and glasses clanking on the table.

After dinner, the nuns marched to the church for evening prayers and then retired. Mother Superior accompanied the novice to her cell where she sat on the only chair. The novice sat on the side of the bed and waited with her hands clasped in her lap.

“I am told you have a gift,” Mother Superior said.

“A gift?”

“For drawing and art.”

“Yes, God bestowed that upon me at a very early age.”

“You will be responsible for icons and illuminated calligraphy that we’ll sell. You will also work in the vegetable garden and of course be assigned duties sometimes in the kitchen. Is that acceptable to you?”

“You have my full obedience. I will be honored to do anything you tell me to.”

Mother Superior’s right eyebrow raised but she didn’t say anything assuming the 19-year-old was naïve and didn’t mean literally what she had just said. But then again…

“Well, everyone does their share of work here.”

“Yes, Reverend Mother, and I will as well. I am anxious to help out.”

Mother Superior placed her forearms on her knees and leaned forward. “Have you given any thought to our discussion about the Scriptures?”

The novice blushed and lowered her eyes. She unconsciously placed her hand over the stain. Her other hand nervously slid back and forth on the bed cover.

“It’s all so confusing,” the novice said. “I … I am so confused.”

“My child, as the abbess of this convent I have many duties. One is your superior. That’s why it was I who assigned your work duties. But I’m also your mentor and confidant. So you can speak freely to me.”

“What you told me is so different from what everyone else teaches. We take a vow of chastity.”

Mother Superior stood and shoved the novice’s hand off her thigh. “And what of this?”

The novice cupped her face. “I try to fight it but I am not strong enough. Maybe I’m not deserving to be a nun.”

“So you’re telling me that I’m not deserving either?”

The novice’s hands slid from her face and she said loudly, “Oh no, Reverend Mother, you are blessed.”

“But I masturbate too. I told you that our Heavenly Father made our bodies to feel pleasure. Do you think I’m too old to feel that pleasure?”

“Oh no, that’s not what I meant. I don’t know what I mean,” she said and again cupped her face, hunched over with her elbows digging into her knees.

Mother Superior sat next to the novice and patted her thigh. “Now, now, calm down. No harm done. What is it that’s really bothering you?”

The novice looked at Mother Superior with wide eyes. She looked terrified. “It was what we did before dinner.”

“You didn’t like it?”

“No, I liked it very much. But…”

After a tense pause, Mother Superior asked, “But?”

“I shouldn’t have. We’re both women.”

“We are all women here. We pray together. We eat together. We work together. And we also provide each other the physical pleasure our bodies need.”

The novice’s eyes got big and round. “You mean you do it with the other nuns?”

“Yes, my child. And they do it with each other as well. So you see, you have nothing to feel guilty about.”

On the other side of the two-way mirror, Sister Mary Rose said to Sister Mary Judith, “I know that look. The novice is breaking down. I can’t wait to taste her. Umph. I see you can’t either. But don’t do it so hard. Not ’til I’m ready.”

Sister Mary Rose was bent at the waist leaning on the large mirror with her long black dress flipped over her back. Her veil was tilted back from constantly bumping into the mirror. Sister Mary Judith’s strong hands were on the nun’s hips keeping the dress from falling. The hem of her own habit was tucked under her chin. Strapped around her lower body was a bright pink dildo that pressed against her clit every time she thrust it into Sister Mary Rose’s cunt.

The other nuns were gathered around, watching the novice and their abbess through the large mirror. They either had their hands up their long black dresses or another nun’s, expertly using their fingers to maintain their arousal until it was their turn to use the dildo. They only had the one. It was anonymously mailed to them by a heretic prankster never dreaming it would actually be used.

Mother Superior stared at the novice and squeezed the girl’s thigh. The novice tensed but didn’t push the hand away. Mother Superior slid her hand up and down, getting higher each time and occasionally squeezing. When her hand was at the top of her thigh, she let it rest there and extended her fingers which she used to stroke the novice’s pussy through the thick habit. The novice clamped her legs together but still didn’t push Mother Superior’s hand away. She closed her eyes and held her breath.

Mother Superior leaned forward and pressed her mouth to the novice’s ear — and blew a soft puff of warm air. The novice sighed and her legs relaxed. Mother Superior’s tongue penetrated the ear and wiggled. The novice moaned and her legs parted slightly. While administering to her ear, Mother Superior’s hand moved onto the girl’s pussy and cupped it through the black dress. The novice moaned again and placed a hand on top of Mother Superior’s, pressing it between her legs.

Mother Superior’s mouth moved over the novice’s jawbone until it settled on the side of her soft neck. The novice tilted her head away from Mother Superior as she nibbled. Their veils bumped and Mother Superior’s shifted so she pulled it off along with her coif and blindly laid them on the bed. Her short crop of gray hair showed the perspiration where it met her forehead.

Mother Superior’s mouth moved again, this time up and along the novice’s cheek until it found her soft lips. When their lips met, the novice grabbed the back of Mother Superior’s head and smashed their mouths together. She willingly let Mother Superior guide her onto her back with her feet still on the floor and Mother Superior’s hand still cupping her pussy through the dress.

The novice kissed the older nun hotly, and, while doing so, reached down and used both hands to press Mother Superior’s hand against her pussy. When the nun’s fingers squeezed, the novice frantically tugged on her long black dress, gathering the material in her fingers as it inched higher and higher up her legs which were now further apart. When the dress was bunched at her thighs, Mother Superior pulled her hand away to provide the freedom for the novice to yank her dress to her waist.

They were passionately kissing with the novice tugging on Mother Superior’s arm. And then the novice broke the kiss. She looked sheepishly into Mother Superior’s eyes.

“What’s the matter?” the novice asked.

“Nothing.”

“Then why did you, um, take your hand away?” Her pleading eyes were large.

“Should I take my clothes off?”

The novice’s eyebrows furrowed and she said, “Why is that necessary?”

“If we’re going to continue it is best to do it naked.”

The novice looked startled and then looked away. Mother Superior waited. When the novice remained silent, Mother Superior said, “We live a simple life here where we feel it is better to give than receive. I am more than willing to give you the pleasure you seek, but are you willing to give the same in return?”

The novice looked up through lidded eyes, her eyelashes fluttering. “I don’t know how.”

“My child, I already told you I’m your mentor. I will teach you.”

Mother Superior stood and glanced briefly at the mirror, and then retrieved her coif and veil from the bed and placed them with reverence on the desk. She stood in front of the novice, bare-headed, and removed her dress.

“Reverend Mother, you’re not wearing underwear!” the flabbergasted girl exclaimed.

“Most of us don’t,” Mother Superior said standing naked. “I’m past that stage, but when the sisters are menstruating they wear underpants.” She waited for a response, but didn’t get any — although the novice’s eyes remained wide. Mother Superior folded her dress over the chair back and turned to face the novice. “Now you.”

The novice stared at the tall, chubby body of her abbess. Her shoulders were broad and her arms and legs thick, and it seemed to be mostly from muscle than fat. She was more chubby than fat. Her large breasts hung down, and she had a slight potbelly. The novice’s eyes dropped to her crotch which was covered in a thicket of gray hair. She doesn’t trim, she thought in a panic. What’s she going to think of me?

As the novice stood she removed her veil and carried it to the desk. Placing her hand on top of her head she dragged her coif off, and then she placed both next to Mother Superior’s. The two stacks differed only in the color of the veils — one black and one white. She pulled off her dress and looked around for a place to put it. She draped it over Mother Superior’s. She was now standing in white bra and yellow panties.

Mother Superior saw her hesitation so she stepped up to her and reached around the novice’s small frame. She felt the young girl tense as her hands touched her back, but she quickly unclasped the bra. Holding the two ends, she stepped back, pulling the bra with her. The novice raised her arms and in a flash the bra was removed and tossed onto the desk.

What am I doing? the novice thought. She’s a woman and she’s looking at me like a man would. She’s naked and so am I … well almost. Oh Lord, give me the strength.

Impatient, Mother Superior stepped around the novice and sat on the side of the bed. The novice’s eyes widened when she spread her legs and began rubbing her clit through the thick gray hair. There was no shame on her face as she did what the novice had only done in private. And then the finger sunk all the way inside and moved in and out. The novice was frozen to the spot.

“Come here, my child,” Mother Superior said.

The novice stepped up to her as if in a trance. Mother Superior placed a hand on the back of the novice’s head and gently pulled. The novice dutifully leaned forward and then, without warning, Mother Superior took her other hand from between her legs and shoved the wet finger into the girl’s mouth. The novice’s eyes got big and round and she instinctively tried to pull away, but Mother Superior’s strong grip tightened on the back of her head and held her in place.

“Go on, taste a woman,” Mother Superior said softly. “It’s a gift from God.”

The novice sucked the finger, and continued when the hand left her head and moved down her back. She sucked harder when the hand dipped into her panties and slid over her buttocks, not stopping until a finger entered her pussy.

“Take off your underwear,” Mother Superior whispered.

Still sucking the finger, the novice pushed her panties to her knees. Mother Superior’s hand left a wet trail over the girl’s thigh and then wedged between her legs. The novice gasped when the thick finger penetrated her and she moved her hips in time with the finger.

“Can you still taste me?” Mother Superior asked.

With her eyes closed and her hips humping, the novice shook her head no.

“Then you must taste it here.”

When Mother Superior pulled her finger from the novice’s sucking mouth it made a sound like a loud kiss. She grabbed both of the girl’s arms and tugged. The novice dropped to her knees in a dreamlike state. When she felt a hand on the back of her head pulling her, she moved her head forward. Finally opening her eyes, she saw the thick curly gray hairs, and then a hand suddenly appeared. The thumb was on one side of the slit and the index finger on the other. They moved outward and the hair parted like the Red Sea, showing the pink inner flesh. The novice felt the hand nudging the back of her head so she leaned forward, stopping only when her lips were pressed into that moist split. When she began licking, the hand moved away from her head.

“Yes, my child, taste God’s offering.”

The novice couldn’t remember being so turned on. She pushed Mother Superior’s hands away and used her own thumbs to spread the pussy open. Like a cat licking its master’s cheek, her tongue swiped the length of the slit. Her chin would drop towards her chest, and then she would raise it with her tongue sliding up the slit until it skimmed the clit. And then she’d do it again and again.

The taste — God’s offering — was getting fainter and fainter. As if drilling for oil, the novice went searching for more. She positioned her taut tongue at the entrance to Mother Superior’s pussy and pressed her face against the hairy snatch. Her tongue drove in deep and Mother Superior’s feet flew into the air and came crashing down on her back. She moved her tongue in and out and wiggled it around.

Mother Superior’s heels dug into the novice’s back and her hairy pussy smashed into her face as the old nun’s butt lifted off the bed. The novice wasn’t to be deterred and her tongue kept fucking the old cunt like a jackhammer. Mother Superior cried out and her body shook, and then she fell back to the bed. She tried to push the novice away, but the girl kept at it like a starving baby.

“STOP! NO MORE!” Mother Superior yelled and placed a foot on the novice’s shoulder and shoved her backwards.

On the floor, sitting on her butt, the startled novice looked up at Mother Superior. Her lips, chin, nose, and cheeks were shiny with saliva and Mother Superior’s fluids. She was afraid to move, that is, until the old nun smiled and extended her arms.

The novice pushed her panties the rest of the way off and jumped to her feet. She leapt into the nun’s arms, the force knocking Mother Superior onto her back with the novice on top of her. With their mouths in a passionate kiss, the novice wiggled until Mother Superior’s legs parted. She then adjusted her body so that her pussy was against Mother Superior’s. And then she moved her hips, humping the gray-haired cunt with her neatly trimmed red one. She ground her clit against the soft, squishy labia until her orgasm flooded through her body. She collapsed on the old nun’s body, breathing hard and sweating. Mother Superior wrapped her arms around the 19-year-old girl and held her tight.

In the other room, nuns were scattered throughout the room, mostly on the floor. Sister Mary Agnes was fucking Sister Mary Margaret with the same pink dildo that had brought three nuns off already. Some nuns were in a 69 with their long black dresses raised above their waists. Some still had their veils on, although many were crooked, but most had fallen off and were strewn everywhere. Some nuns were still standing with their hands under each other’s dress as they fingered each other. And Sister Mary Eunice, with her unique desires, was bent over next to Sister Mary Margaret with her hands also supporting her weight as she leaned on the mirror. She had her dress flipped onto her back like Sister Mary Margaret, but there was only one dildo. Sister Mary Theresa was behind her, ramming two fingers in and out of the nun’s asshole while Sister Mary Claire licked her cunt.

THE END