Feature Writer: Unknown
Feature Title: Convent School
Story Codes: Religious, Confession, Lecherous Priest, Pedo, Lesbian, Mg, Fg, gg
Convent SCHOOL
What I am about to relay to you took place in my twelfth year when I was sent away to convent school.
Before Mass today I went to the confessional. In truth, I had to wonder what could I have to confess; there is so little opportunity for sin. I entered the confessional, crossed myself and began to speak. Before I had even finished asking the father to bless me, and stated how long it had been since my last confession, the priest whispered to me through the grille.
“What is it that you have to confess to me? Have you had licentious thoughts?” I was taken aback, and stammered that I had not, but he only murmured that he doubted the truth of that statement. I recalled the book in my father’s study, and I began to tell him about it.
“How did it make you feel?” he asked, ” Did it make your little cunt wet and hot and hungry for a man? I think it did, you little whore.”
For a moment I could not speak. I had never heard a priest speak so. I looked through the grille at the older man whose pale eyes burned in the gloom of the confessional. I could hear the rustle of his vestments as he leaned forward to speak further. “You must tell me, if you do not, how can you truly be confessed?”
I leaned forward and whispered back to him. “Yes, father I have had licentious thoughts, which were stirred into full flower by the book I found in my father’s study.”
I could hear him breathing, “Go on,” he said firmly.
“Father the first illustration I saw in the book was of a man partially clothed, shown in profile, his how shall I say it…”
“His cock, call it a cock…” the priest insisted.
“His…cock enormously engorged and erect while he faced a woman wearing only an elaborate headdress of pearls, her sloe eyes limned with kohl, with her hand guiding it, ur, his cock to her…” I hesitated and the priest responded.
“Cunt, you very well know what it is called, you hellish little wench.” His breathing was heavy now.
“Yes, Father, she was guiding his cock into her cunt. Her legs were opened wide to receive it, the both of them were smiling. The words on the opposite page described how when a man entered a woman he wanted to do so slowly, letting her feel the length of him as he penetrated into her, and how she should tighten the..uh cunt muscles around his cock so as to give them both greater pleasure when he began to stir himself within her.
Father, this passage did not horrify me, it only made me curious, that it created in me an unknown longing, a dark, juicy heat that pulsed between my young thighs. I think of this often Father, I ask for forgiveness now.”
“Did you fulfill it, that lust? What did you do?” he inquired. I could hear the sound of flesh touching flesh behind the grille. Peering through it I could see that he had drawn his cassock up over his hairy thighs. At the juncture between his legs his erect penis rose like a mast, his hand wrapped around the base of it, gliding up its length, over the tip then back down. I could see the vein that ran along it pulsing, the flesh deepening in color.
I felt an answering pulse in my own body, the thick honey-like moisture dampening my pantalets, slicking my upper thighs. I shifted my skirts to move the fabric away from between my legs, and began to press my thighs close together, twitching my hips to stimulate that little nodule of flesh that seemed to ache and pulse with its own life as I recounted my sins.
“Oh father, just then in my father’s study, I did nothing. But Father I did sin, that night in my bed I imagined it, the feeling of a man’s body over mine, the weight of him pressing against me, my legs opening to receive his hard cock. Feel its full length thrust into me. At firsts father I was not sure how to fulfill this burning, but the book described a woman’s organs, how she has a little kernel of flesh, a “clit” the book called it that when pressed or stroked would give her release and rapture. Oh Father that night I explored my body in the in my bed and with trembling fevered hands I found this spot.
“Show me what you did, you little slut! I must know the depth of your depravity before you can be shriven,” he said. I watched his hand begin to move faster, his other hand moving below, manipulating the heavy mass of his testicles, stroking the insides of his thighs.
“Can you see me, father?” I asked as I lifted my petticoats above my hips. I spread my thin legs wider to let him see me through the open seam of my pantalets, the heavy garters holding up the black woolen stockings that we all had to wear. I spread the cotton fabric wide, showing him the soft, hairless lips of my cunt, stroking it softly, letting him see the beads of moisture dampening it.
“Oh I can see you, your young wet cunt, and how a little slut like you gives pleasure to herself. ” he said his voice hoarse.
“Do you like what you see oh Father…” I parted the lips of my cunt and hissed, “The book called this the gate of heaven.”
He groaned a resonant yes, as I spread my nether lips wider to show him the passage into my body, the gates of paradise. I began to stroke the clit, feeling the subtle thrilling waves of pleasure building, widening to take in my whole body. Bracing one foot against the wall by the grille I continued to touch my own body, gasping for breath, my lungs fighting against the whalebone stays encircling my ribs as I watched the priest’s hands move more rapidly, jerkily, until a cascade of cloudy fluid spilled forth like a volcano. Behind the first eruption their was a second as I saw his wide eyes stare directly at my cunt. The creamy cluid ran over over his fingertips as he began to groan in time to his motions, my own eyes rolling back as a rapture like the annunciation filled me, bursting through me, radiating outward from my center as my cum rolled forth all over my the bench and floor.
Panting, the priest told opened the grill and thrust his cum covered fingers forward. “Taste your Father and receive absolution my child.”
I leaned forward fluid still leaking from my little pussy and licked at the thick cream, which tasted of froth and salty, I sucked the priests fingers into my mouth and licked them clean
Her closed the grille and said I was to say ten Hail Mary’s and that I was absolved, and to go forth and sin no more. I crossed myself with my dampened fingers, then rearranged my skirts, and left the small, quiet booth and walked out into the pews.
After supper, when I had retired to the library to finish my Latin exercises, one of my schoolfellows pressed a note into my hand. Furtively, I opened the folded paper. It read:
“Did you make a “good” confession today? I am sure we both did, as Father Aloysius could not stop smiling all through supper! Such an irony, is it not, that we must sin in order to be wholly shriven! Tell To tell you the gods truth I find you so beautiful and captivating that I thought of you the entire time that black priest stared at my wet little cunt. Your Margaret.”
I looked over at the pretty 11 year old girl with brown braids wrapped around her head and pert little breasts, nay just the suggestion of breasts rising and falling on her chest. I smiled at her and nodded. She winked back, then we both dissolved into giggles at the long table. Sister Agatha looked up from the desk and shushed us, which only made me giggle more loudly. The sister’s face hardened under her starched wimple, and she rose in a flurry of black serge, the long rosary clicking against the desk.
Margaret’s round eyes widened in alarm and she whispered, “The old crow is taking flight!”
Not knowing what else to do, I quickly crumpled the note and put it into my mouth, swallowing the bitter wad of paper just as the nun clamped her claw into my shoulder. The nun motioned both Margaret and me to follow her into her private office in the library. Sister Agatha paced back and forth before her desk, as we stood before her, attempting to look penitent.
“We pride ourselves here on order and our incorruptible discipline, ladies. I will know the source of your frivolity in the library,” she said, her low voice grating like gravel under a cartwheel.
Margaret and I looked at one another. What could we say? That we were joking about the priest who had heard our confessions that afternoon, and our knowledge of his erotic enjoyment of them? Were we to tell her that the confessional was ripe with the scent of unfulfilled lust, and that the very same hands that placed the body of our Lord into our waiting mouths were dampened by his own emissions? That the taste of his seed added a certain piquancy to taking communion? Or that we had come to know that unless our confessions inflamed his desire we would have even harder penance to endure? Hardly that, I should think! So, there we stood, silent and watchful.
“Margaret, you have been with us since you were but a child of 8, but your friend is a recent student at our school. Do not think, young woman, as I will not deign to call you a lady, that I am not unaware of why you have been sent to us. Your licentious behavior is why your family sent you to us for discipline. You couldn’t resist it, could you? That book, illuminated with the most vulgar of drawings, depicting the most depraved acts! The sporting of the sparrow indeed! Was it worth it to you to read the writings of Vatsayana, that heathen pervert! I will not allow you to corrupt other girls in my care, young woman.”
Shockingly Sister Agatha swiftly removed her black garments to stand naked before Margaret and I.
“It is I and I alone who will do the corrupting of young girls in this school.”
The sister sat in a chair and spread her legs wide, looking at me she said, “Now you little slut, you will make much pleasure by licking and sucking my cunt and you sweet Margaret will shower your sucking tongue on my nipples. Do you understand?”
I felt a blush creeping into my cheeks as Sister Agatha spoke. Margaret looked over at me, a similar flush staining her cheeks. But, even embarrassed as I was I knelt between her legs looking into a cunt much wider and longer than mine and virtually covered with hair. The nun reached down and parted her lips and then forced my mouth to her wetness. Out of a sense of fear and excitement I began to lick, seeking out her clit, which I found quickly and began to slurp like a hard candy. This sent the nun into shudders of pleasure.
I looked up to see Margaret sucking tentatively on the nun’s long stiff nipple, and with a groan Sister Agatha pressed her head into her breast while lifting her skirt and driving a long finger into her sweet young cunt. Margaret groaned and began sucking the breast like a suckling child.
My hand made its way under my skirts and into the folds of my already wet pussy. Giving sister Agatha pleasure was intoxicating and I loved the sounds my mouth and tongue made against her wet cunt. I followed the nuns example and thrust two fingers into her gaping cunt hole. The response was immediate. The nun lifted her body off the chair and groaned with pleasure.
“More fingers. All your fucking fingers, you wanton little whore.” Groaned the nun as I soon found I could sink four fingers into the wide cunt and it made her clit grow even larger, which I then sucked and licked like a Christmas confection.
I had a perfect view of Sister Agatha’s fingers violating young Martha’s tender cunt and the view made me wet, thinking I would like to taste that myself when we return to our dorms. I began twisting my hand in the nun’s big cunt when it realized if I folded my thumb that would slip in as well, soon my entire hand was surging inside the nun and I pushed down and out making Sister Agatha writhe and groan with pleasure.
Little Margaret was now bouncing up and down on the nun’s fingers and looked prepared to climax like the women in the book I had red I reached out with my wet fingers and ;pushed one into her puckered ass hole. She screamed with pleasure and pain and came win a writhing mass.
At that same moment Sister Agatha’s foaming cunt grabbed my hand pulling it involuntarily deeper into her cunt then just as quickly pushing it out with a force I never imagined possible as my hand was thrust from her cunt Sister Agatha’s spewed cum all over my face and hair. I had never felt anything like it a virtual shower of female ecstasy I moved closer to her convulsing cunt and another volley of fluid spewed forward landing in my already open mouth I moaned and came with my own fingers, wet with her cum entered my trembling cunt.
This was my introduction to lesbian love and my time at the convent school would never be the same.
It was I who left the next note, placing it on her pillow in the dorm room as her bed was almost directly across the room from mine. She didn’t see it until she was brushing her hair preparing for bed.
On the note I had written: “Dearest Margaret” she excitedly place her brush down and glanced over at me with a look of furtive excitement. As she opened and read the note I became wet with anticipation.
The note read: My little flower weeps dew with every cherished sight of you. Come taste me when the clock is twelve and with trembling cunts let us delve.
The time did not pass slowly but in the interlude I carefully removed my undergarments so that I would be ready for lovely Margaret. Though I was trembling with excitement I did refrain from touching the tiny nub between my cunt lips. I wanted to feel Margret’s slim fingers to taste the slickness there.
When the appointed time came and with the dorm asleep Margaret crept into my bed I kept my back to her almost wanting her to think I was a sleep, Immediately her fingers were on my round ass and then slowly probing between my legs. I sighed and parted my legs for her. The deliciousness of her delicate lips parting my slick cunt lips is was indescribable. She probed my folds until she found my clit and then let her fingers part around it like the flow of a river by a large stone. She slowly rubbed up and down my clit trapped between her clamped fingers. The sensation was so pleasurable I almost called her name out loud in an act of passion and love, As the river of her fingers lavished my clit her middle finger of her right hand entered me with a startling and delicious swiftness that took my breath away. This young girl was more experienced than she let on. Then her mouth was at my neck kissing and her hot breath was raising the tiny hairs there.
“Oh, my love, your cunny is so wet for me. I want to feel it convulse and wet my hand with its sweet juices. I want to taste you on my fingers you beautiful dark angel.”
Margaret began grinding her wet bare cunny into my hip bone so that I could feel its juices run down over my stomach. ” See how wet I am for you my love, see how my little cunny weeps on your soft perfect skin.”
The tension of Margaret’s fingers on my trapped clit grew more fevered. It was like nothing I had felt before and wondered how it was that I had not discovered this method of cunny rubbing. Yet it was her finger how it probed the inner walls of my cunt that had wave after wave of pleasure burst forth from my loins. I knew that my roiling cunt would soon explode and dear Margaret sensed it too. She rode my hip bone like it were a wild steed and the feel of her delicate folds and clit grinding against me sent another wave of pleasure through me.
“Oh my love, I am nearly done for it…” sighed Margaret her hips made three long hard thrusts the length of my hip…she groaned against her teeth as a flood of her cum flowed forth from her trembling cunt lips and over my hip coursing down over my buttocks and stomach. It was more than I could stand I came on my new lovers fingers thrusting my body so hard against her cunt I elicited another wave of climax in her body. We thrashed together for what seemed eternity until our hearts and bodies found peace once more.
Before finding sleep in our separate beds we committed our undying love for each other.
The bitter wind is racing around the outside of the Convent. My dear Margaret, has come down with the flue and is sleeping in the sick room. I can’t believe how much my pussy longs for my new friend. I can’t sleep thinking of Margaret’s touch between my legs. Then I see a head pop up in the bed next to mine. It is Jane the blonde beauty who is almost thirteen.
“Are you aright? She asks in a whisper.
I pause, thinking I cannot say what is really keeping me up. “Yes, Just a bit cold.”
Without invitation Jane slips over the cold floor and slides in right next to me slipping her arms around my neck. Thoughts of Margaret and the chill are suddenly banished, a warm feeling is building in the pit of my stomach, and Jane pressed her lips against mine. I can feel her legs intertwining with mine as well.
She breaks the kiss, her head is moving down a little, planting another kiss on my neck and another. I tip my head back letting her have more access to the soft skin of my throat. She stops briefly, looking me deeply in the eyes. “Warmer now?”
I put a little pout in my voice, “Maybe a little.”
“Maybe this will help, then.”
I shiver again, as Jane slowly drags she soft wet tongue up my neck, kissing me again as she reaches my open lips. My hand reaches up to her head, pressing into her mass of blonde hair. Her hands are moving too, one of them running through my hair, while the other cups the small swell of my breasts, her fingers tracing the raised nipple under my nightgown.
My breathing becomes faster, as the tiny nipple under Jane’s fingers grows stiffer. I wrap my legs around hers, pulling her closer to me, This pushes my nightgown up, revealing a small part of my tummy. I groan as Jane pulls her hands away, then gasp out lout when they touch the flatness of my tummy.”
“Oh Jane, that’s cold.”
“Really? Maybe it’s warmer up here?”
Before I can resist her hands find their way up my nightgown and quickly, head up, covering my small breasts.
I kiss Jane hard, on the lips, forcing my urgent tongue into her mouth; I let out a slow moan as I feel her fingers squeeze my sensitive mounds, lightly pulling on my aching nipples. Jane obviously thought the gown was getting in the way, she grasped the bottom, pulling it up and over my head, tossing it to ht e bottom of the bed. It is light enough in the room for me to see the look of pure want in her blue eyes, as she looks down on me seeing my nipples grown even harder in the cool air. Her left hand drops down to my thigh, resting below my panty so that her fingertips are just brushing the cotton. The gentle pressure of Jane’s fingers on my breast is now replaced with her lips around my nipple.
“Oh Jane your mouth is so good on my tittie.”
I sighed as I am very aware of her other hand as it makes its way through the gap in my panty suddenly stroking my moist cunny lips. She finds my wet, flesh clit and with precision of timing, rolls both nipple and clit between the fore finger and thumb of each hand. I feel my bum rise from the bed in sudden ecstasy.
“Mmmm, Jane that feels so good.” Is all I can muster as I thrash on the bed, stifling a loud moan.
Jane looks down at me with a satisfied grin, obviously pleased with herself, remarkably keeping pressure on my nipple and clit as she leans forward placing a series of little kisses just under my slam breasts, slowly working up dancing around my open nipple, while maintaining her remarkable dexterity on my pussy and breast. I can feel the dampness grown in the folds of my cunny, as Jane continues her ministrations. It’s was as if my body were strung up by a wire which connected by clit and nipple, I was completely under her control, and I loved it. A warm feeling from my stomach spread all over my body and was now concentrated on those two tiny points. Jane is aroused as well, She has lifted her gown, parted her panty and was grinding her soft wet cunny lops into the soft, warm skin of my thigh.
“I have to feel you, your body on mine.” She hissed.
I groaned, as she removed her fingers from my body but sat and watched as she revealed her beautiful body to me, she also removed my panty. I pull her down onto me, stroking her hair as our small breasts slowly mesh together. We kiss passionately, Jane’s tongue fast and hard in my mouth flicking over mine then sucking mine into her hot mouth as I brushed it over her teeth and then bit her gently on the bottom lip. My leg urgently pressed against her cunny, so wet, as she urgently began grinding against my thigh. I feel her whole body move with the pleasure of pussy dragged over skin. Jane groans and buries her head in the soft flesh of my shoulder. Jane moves her body forward so that her thigh lands with full force on my cunny and I hump my hips fiercely against her flesh and groan into her hair and neck. Little spikes of bliss are running up and down my body now and I know Jane feels the same thing. Her breathing is becoming more ragged as she hisses into my ear.
“My cunt loves your soft skin, oh so good.”
Our bodies are moving in simpatico, responding to a rhythm that is not entirely our making, thrusting up grinding my cunt into Jan’s flexing thigh as she bore down on my thigh drawing long strokes over the wet track on my thigh. My little cunt was so raw I felt I could come at any moment, but at that instant, Jane looked down on me her eyes fierce with passion.
“Don’t you dare cum before me… lets cum together my new love.”
It was as if I became aware of every inch of my body, feeling everything that it does. It was as if every part of my young body was being caressed while I was stroking every part of Jane’s body at the same time. My soft breasts against hers, my stomach against her stomach, Her leg ravishing my cung and my leg thrashing against her beautiful pussy. Her eyes put me in a trance, one we were both caught up in and could not escape as if we would ever want to. With each stroke my cunt made on her firm soft thigh I felt another needle of pleasure pierce my clit. I had never been this wet with Margaret, this was a new level something I had never imagined.
Our movements were spiraling outwards, moving faster and faster, Head long toward one thing. We kissed again with such force it was if each needed their last living breath from the other. Arms and legs locked together, my hands clutching her small buttocks, squeezing hard to hold on. My little cunt gliding, grinding on the surface of a passion at, wild blue sea, I closed my eyes and saw stars and there above me the glow of our clits, red orbs in the sky.
I latched to Janet’s ass as hard as I could as we both left the bed, left the earth rising to the heavens. O thrust upward feeling a fine spray of cum wash over Janet’s leg and tummy, then another wave of cum squirts from my cunt unbidden all over Jane’s body. I have never experienced anything like it. Jane is kissing my forehead kissing my as she thrusts one last time over my thigh. Our bodies are shaking, I feel a rapid warm pulse run down my limps, arm’s legs stiff, then convulsing against my lovers body, We moan each other’s names into our wide mouths, Janet’s spit rolling over my lips, as I feel her cum literally gush over my leg in wave after wave.
I want to moan or scream, anything to give voice to the pleasure rolling through me like a devastating wave. I want to tell my new lover that she has given me something I never imagined possible, such pleasure, such belonging. Yet my mouth won’t work, and then suddenly Janet’s mouth smothered mine. All I could do is ride another delicious climax more cum dripping from cunt all over my body and the bed.
Finally as the ecstasy is beginning to fade, I pull the blankets up around our bodies again. Jane is snuggling against me. How right this is, how good, how exhausted and comfortable I feel, the moon light hits my bed but it feels like the afterglow of our love.
Maybe we fell asleep, when I awoke; I saw a figure by the door. Had they seen the whole thing? Was it one of the nun’s? Then a terrible thought entered my mind, or had it been sweet Margaret, coming to my bed at midnight. I could never feel badly about what had just happened. She would make Margret see to reason. Three girls in one midnight bed must surely be better than two. She smiled and kissed her lover awake so she could return to her bed before the nun’s did catch them.
THE END