Feature Writer: Alisha / [email protected]
Feature Title: CONVENT EDUCATION 2
Published: 21.09.2001 / NIFTY
Story Codes: Religious Themes, Lesbian
Convent Education 2
I had told readers that it was our custom to wear tight fit brassieres in the schools. It was Sister Jane’s duty to inspect the girls and report the matter to principal or punish the girls. As we all know, it feels very inconvenient to wear brassieres when we start to wear them first, and when we get used to it, we feel that we cannot live without having them preserving our boobs. I too felt it very difficult to wear them and I had only a pair of them. Teresa’s garments did not fit me in that region.
So on one day I had to go to school without wearing them as both of my brassieres were not dry. I put a soft cotton banyan under my shirt. I looked at the mirror and was satisfied that no one would understand that I was not wearing a bra. When the assembly was in progress, Sister Jane came to our row and I was trembling with fear. She moved along our line and passed me. I was relieved when she left me and I gave out a sigh. At the very next instant I felt Sister Jane’s fingers opening my shirt and feeling my boobs. My boobs betrayed me by arousing suddenly and it became more visible. Sister nodded me to accompany her to the rest room when prayer is over. All my nearby standing girls were looking at me with sympathy.
When I entered the rest room Sister Jane was sitting there with a long cane in her hand. I was sure that I my buttocks were going to get smashed and I felt tears rolling into my eyes.
Sister Jane asked me, “Don’t you know the school discipline to wear properly fit brassieres?”
I was ashamed to tell her that I did not have any spare brassieres than two. I did not wish her to know about my poverty.
Instead I said to her, “Sister, I don’t think they are not grown big enough to wear brassieres.”
“Not big enough! Well let us see if you are telling the truth,”
Saying this she put her hands on the buttons and one by one she put them out of hooks and removed my shirt and left it on a chair nearby. Then she asked me to remove the banyan I was wearing. I obliged and removed it, I myself was surprised to find my boobs grown up to the size of small apples. Sister Jane’s eyes were sparkling seeing my nudity. She put her hands on my boobs and pressed them. I was trying to stay calm. But my boobs were betraying me, they were rousing further higher. The small nipples started jutting out more prominently. Sister Jane’s fingers were pressing on their tips like applying a calling bell.
“You have a good pair of boobs, and looks beautiful too, and you saying they are not big enough for you. Well I am feeling envy to you girl, for at your age my breasts were flat like a book,”
Jane’s words surprised me. I was expecting her to be angry, but her tone was of seduction it seemed. Her fingers were pinching my nipples, but I did not feel any pain. She then lifted my arms above my head and closely inspected my armpits. She found two or three stray hairs sprouting from there, and pulled them out so that I could feel about its existence.
She then exclaimed, “See girl, you have started growing hair on your armpits, and you are saying you are not grown enough to wear bras.”
I asked her what is the relevance of growing hair in armpits.
She expressed her surprise at my ignorance and asked me, “Haven’t your mother a nurse or something, hasn’t she tell you that soon you are going to have periods?”
I stood dump. Sister Jane started cursing guardian’s for not giving proper awareness about puberty to the girls.
She then asked me, “Have you seen your mother or any grown up woman naked?”
“No,” I said.
“Okay, girl, these things are to be taught by your mother. They should not think that once they have send their kids to schools, their responsibility is over. We are nuns, so we are not supposed to give sex lessons to you. But I am going to teach you something important in a girl’s life.”
She then lectured about the body changes happen when a girl is attaining puberty.
“You have to be careful from now on, if you feel your head spinning or continuous head aches or stomach aches, you can expect your first period. Normally it happens when you play, or taking a bath or in the morning. The blood will be running out of your pussy and you should not get embarrassed. It is quite natural. You may keep some sanitary pads in your school bag.”
She then closed the door of the rest room and started opening some big buttons on her dress, and removed the collar of the robe away. She then lowered the apron and showed me her armpits.
“See, look at this girl, have you seen hairs on my armpits?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Growing hairs in your armpits and pussy is first symptoms of attaining puberty. In boys their voice becomes deeper and their Adam’s apple becomes more prominent, but for ladies our hands gets more fleshy and rounded. Some girls may find more perspiration. Some girls may have hairs growing on their hands and legs. Growing hair on any part of body is a symptom of puberty. When you are matured your armpits and pussy will be covered with a bush like this,” saying this she uplifted her dress and removed a long knickers type underwear made of cotton.
I was dumb fold to view her hairy pussy. It was covered with a fine mat of hair but the bush was not so dense like in her armpits.
She then told me, “I have been shaving my vagina once in a month, so you may find my bush hair small. I cannot live with a great forest between my legs like your warden. I advise you girls too shave your pussy and armpits once in a while. This should be done especially for girls residing in hostels.”
I asked her what is so special about girls in hostels.
She then told in a harsh tone, “You hostel girls use soaps and towels used by others. Some of them wear clothes which are not dry and they catch diseases like dhobi’s itch.”
“Sister, what it that itch?” I was curious.
“Oh dear, it is most embarrassing for a woman, you will feel a horrible itch between your legs and even if you scratch your pussy, it won’t stop. Once I stayed at your hostel and took bath using some soap and the next day I was affected by that itch. Lord, Jesus, how I suffered for two weeks.”
“How was it cured sister?”
“Dear don’t remember me that, I tried all medicines I know and there was no cure. Then I went to a skin specialist, he was a man dear, you should think how humiliating it was for a nun to stand nude before a male doctor. He asked me to shave between my legs and armpits and apply some medicine he prescribed.”
“Who shaved you sister?”
“Oh dear, I had to do that myself, I bought one razor from a super market and tried shaving. The razor took away with my skin. Then I had to go to doctor once again. He then instructed a nurse to shave me. The girl used a scissors and cut all my hairs, then she applied Dettol and soap on my pussy. She then used a surgical knife to shave me. There was not much privacy too. They were my most embarrassing moments in life.”
“Is it now cured sister?” I asked.
“Yes dear, its cured completely, see my skin, put your hands on my pussy, feel it, don’t be afraid.”
I was enthusiastic to touch another matured pussy. Teresa’s pleasuring principles had aroused my sexual feelings and I was ready to exploit further. Here I was getting an open invitation how could I loose the opportunity. I put my hands on her fine mat and started exploring. I put my finger into her vagina and to my astonishment found that it was sticky with her pussy juice. I withdrew my finger and without thinking about the implications took it into my mouth and sucked. It was tasting salty and like a soup.
Sister Jane smiled at me and said, “You naughty girl, you tasting my pussy juice, oh, dear, are you so eager, well don’t be ashamed, taste me more dear,” saying this she pressed my head closer to her pussy.
I was getting her pussy aroma into my nostrils. It was smelling like a jack fruit. It excited me in a magical way. I planted a kiss oh her pussy and kept my nose close to it so that I could inhale more of her vaginal perfume. Sister Jane was deeply impressed by my acts, she moved her fingers through my hairs.
She pressed my head more firmly to her vaginal opening and muttered, “Dear girl, you remind me of a nun who sucked my juices when I joined seminary, dear girl, please suck me more, please insert your tongue into me, deeper, deeper, dear I won’t punish you, don’t be afraid, lick me fully there.”
She then laid herself spreadeagled on a bench with her rosary open and her pussy wide. I knelt on the floor and started eating her cunt. She then inserted her finger into the upper part of her vagina and moved it in a circular fashion at the top edge and soon her clitoris was taken out and she asked me to concentrate my kisses there.
“Dear, you suck this portion, like you suck your soured thumb, yes, that’s the way to do it, I love it, dear, I lo … ve … it … ha … h … ha … o … oho … ha … ha … yes, you sweety … you naughty … lick it … keep your lips there … oooh … ooh … yah. I love it, I love you dear …” and she collapsed.
I could feel a sticky substance like saliva in my mouth.
“Okay, dear, thank you, please go to your class, its taken too much time, Please don’t tell anybody about this, wash your face dear.”
She then hurried to put her apron and rosary in its place. I went to my class. When I entered my class, all girls were looking at me with sympathy.
My teacher called me and asked, “Has she beaten you much dear?”
Beaten! I had beaten and eaten our sister Jane, and I loved every minute of it. I pretended to sob and my teacher patted on my shoulders and asked me to go to my place. My friend Teresa did not say anything to me. I was surprised at her behavior.
When the class was over, she moved her face close to mine and cried, “You bitch, you have eaten her pussy, don’t you, I can smell her pussy on your face, you dirty idiot, have you offer that bitch your pussy?”
I was stunned at Teresa’s guess. I told her that I had to do it for fearing punishment. I told her that she did not explore my body. This made her happy. I then asked her how did she guess the event. She then told me she has a way to catch smell of cunt and she could guess the rest.
She then told me, “You are mine, I don’t want to spare you to anybody else, I love you dear, can’t you understand my love. Shall I have to cry loud to make you understand my love?”
We hugged each other and kissed and then we washed our faces and returned to our next class.
THE END OF CHAPTER TWO