Date: Mon, 24 Sep 2001 16:01:03 +0530
From: Alisha <alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com>
Subject: Convent Education Part I

Convent Education By Alisha

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Memoirs are like a bag of peaches. If you drop the bag, they may start
rolling down on all sides and we may find it difficult to pick them and
collect them once again. Memoirs are like the bubbles in a beer glass. You
sit in front of a filled glass, you can see a bubble originates from an
unexpected corner and it travels to the top. When it reaches the top it
lingers there for some time and vanishes without leaving a trace. Of all
the memoirs, memoirs of our school days are most wonderful and cherished
for a long lifetime.  When I think about my school life, a smile blooms on
my face. I love and cherish those memoirs.  I still remember each and every
nook and corner of my school. I was educated in a convent school run by
catholic nuns. Our school is still maintaining its reputation with respect
to the high discipline, educational standards, achievements in sports and
games. The catholic schools have great reputation regarding their
discipline.  When we were subjected to the disciplinary measures including
beatings given using thin cane sticks, we had felt the need for revolting
and had cursed our parents for sending us to such a school. But while I now
think as a mother, I agree with the disciplinary measures they adopt and I
am determined to send my daughter to the same school.

My mother was a nurse and was getting transferred frequently.  As she was
not getting time to help me in studies she decided to put me in the school
hostel. There were only about forty pupils in our hostel.  Most of the
students were day scholars. My roommate was a rich girl named Teresa. Her
father was one of the patrons of the school. Therefore she commanded more
attention and freedom from nuns compared to others. On weekends she was
free to go to restaurants outside the school and eat food. She took me as
companion on such occasions. As I was hailing from a moderate background I
never had any pocket money and Teresa did not consider me as a parasite.
She was always very loving and generous to me. She often gave her sparingly
used clothes, which were becoming smaller to her size to me. But her under
clothes did not suit me as our sizes never matched. She was having big
breasts compared to other students. I have found some teacher's too looking
at her assets enviously. Most of our teachers were young women who had just
completed their college education. The permanent staff consisted of nuns
only. The teachers were badly paid and they were offering free tuition for
us so as to earn some extra bucks. Those students who were attending the
tuition classes were getting more attention from the teachers.
Unfortunately my mother had no money to send me to special tuitions.
Teresa was having special tuition on all subjects and she never bothered to
attend them on a daily basis.  She would give me her notes and thus I did
not felt the need for tuition.

Our school's Principal was Sr.Michele Mary, and elderly nun of around 50
years old. She was a high disciplinarian. She would carry a cane with her
and she would punish the girls who are bunking classes and coming late. Our
school assembly starts at 9.30 am and will be up to 10 a.m. All girls will
stand in different rows according to their heights and will pray to god,
then we will sing the national anthem followed by one girl reading the
current important events from news papers. Then our principal will make a
short speech on discipline and regulations. We would then march to our
classes row by row like young soldiers. The second in charge is Sr. Alice
who commended more popularity than our principal.  She would never punish
us, but would make us understand our wrongs and would advise us with a
charming smile. Our physical education teacher was Sr. Jane who was a
strongly built nun, with the figure of an athlete. I wonder how she
selected the lifestyle of a nun, as she looked very sexy and her eyes
always resembled like an animal on heat.  We were advised to wear perfect
size brassieres in schools. During the assembly teachers would be
inspecting girls who are not properly dressed and those who did not behave
properly will be taken to a secluded room and punished. Most of the time
the punishment would be 5 blows by a thin cane on our buttocks. The hostel
warden was Sr.Martha who was aged 40 and took music lessons in the school.

When I was in the sixth standard, my boobs began to get rounded. At first I
saw my nipples getting bigger and within two months they groomed like a
small plum. But my chest remained flat. My roommate Teresa was first to
notice the changes in me. She would inspect them when we were alone, and
would comment that I am becoming a woman. She had attained puberty by
then. She told me about puberty and showed me her sanitary pads and
explained about the monthly flow, which I may soon going to feel. Even
though my mother was a nurse, she never discussed such womanly matters with
me. Whenever I was staying at home, she would be busy preparing dishes,
washing clothes and most of the time she might be having her night duties
and was interested to complete her sleep in daytime. She had no spare
time. She was doing some part time jobs like attending patients staying in
their houses.  She never missed an opportunity to make money. We had no
house of own and my dad was not earning much. Thus she had much financial
burdens on her shoulders. She never had much clothes other than the nurse's
uniforms.  One day Teresa asked me to close the door of our room. She told
me that I should not disclose the matter she was going to show me to
anybody else. She took a small book under her pillow and showed it to
me. It was a dirty book showing nude pictures of women and men doing wicked
things. When I saw the first picture, I was trembling violently. In the
picture a black man was trying to insert his big penis into a white lady's
pussy. I was seeing nudity of a man and woman for first time. I did not
think that men would insert their penises into our pussies. How big his
phallus was looking. The root of the phallus was hairy and the woman's
pussy was looking like red piece of meat cut in the middle.  There was a
lot of hair around and above her pussy. Teresa saw my astonishment and told
me not to get embarrassed. She told me we are born as products of such
wicked acts done by our fathers on our mothers. She told me how she had
pretended asleep and saw her father inserting his big pole into her
mother's pussy at night. They would do it with the TV playing on so that
adequate light would be there and Teresa would not be wake up. She asked me
whether I had not seen it in my home. I have never seen such a thing. My
father was away at work during day time and when he would be at home my
mother would have left to her hospital. Perhaps they were doing it when I
was at school.

Teresa turned the next page and I saw a man fucking a girl from behind. He
was putting his hands on her breasts and was behaving like he was milking
her. Teresa explained me that women get immense pleasure by their breasts
being pressed as in the figure.  I did not believe it. The lady in the
picture seemed crying.  Teresa put her hands inside my shirt and started
feeling my boobs. I felt like blood was boiling. It was tickling at first
and soon it began giving me immense pleasure. Teresa unbuttoned two of my
buttons and applied both of her hands on my small boobs and started
scratching them. Soon my nipples became tight and arousing. She put her
fingers on its edges and tried to pull them out like removing them from my
body. She was standing behind me like the man in the picture. She then
uplifted my skirts from behind and started rubbing her things on the
channel between my buttocks. I was not wearing any underwear. Soon I felt
like rubbed by a flannel. Teresa had small hair on her thighs. I could feel
them rubbing my buttocks and anus like a fluffy brush used to clean
electronic devices. She turned another page and then we heard the foot
steps of our warden outside. She used to walk making a noise rubbing her
sandals on the floor. Teresa hid the book in a jump under her panties and
opened the bolt of the door and took a book and started reading it in
bed. I too followed to my table.

After a few minutes, we heard our doors opening lightly and in an instant
warden Sr.Martha entered our room. She snatched our books and inspected
them. She was happy to see they were of text books.  She then scolded
Teresa for reading books in bed. She then left the room making her
departure sound.  We used to put out light at 9.30 pm when a bell will be
rung by warden. After that we should not make any noise or switch on any
lights unnecessary. As per hostel rules nobody was allowed to sleep on
other's bed. At around midnight I was awaken by presence of someone
sleeping in my bed. I started to cry in fear, but Teresa gagged my mouth
and she whispered to me. "Don't make any sounds, its me, dear". I was
relieved to know that it was no demon. She then kissed me on my lips and
opened my shirt feeling my boobs. She massaged my nipples and at the same
time showered kisses all over my face and neck. She then inserted her
tongue between my lips and I swallowed it. It was slippery but sweet. She
then took one of my hands to her chest. I was surprised to find that she
was not wearing any under garments. Her breasts were dangling and I could
smell her fragrance from her armpits. It was full of sweat and aromatic
like a cooked banana. "Do me , what I do to you", saying this she began to
suck my small boobs. I could not stand the feeling. It was terribly
pleasuring me. I felt her bigger breasts with my trembling hands. I looked
for the feeling of her nipples. Contrary to what I expected, her nipples
were very small. She was getting impatient. "Suck my nipples, dear like you
suck your mother's". I had long forgotten sucking my mother's breasts. But
I licked her nipples and soon my tongue felt her nipples getting enlarged.
"Suck around my breasts, like this", saying that Teresa began to run her
tongue around my areola and with each circle completed she decreased the
diameter of her sucking area until she took my nipple inside her lips and
she sucked them making me jerking around. She then put her thigh between my
legs and began to rub my pussy using her thigh. "Imagine, this is the
negro's penis you saw in picture book". She started rubbing. I could feel
that her thighs were getting warmer, due to the friction and increase in
her body temperature. My pussy had no hair started growing at that time. I
felt some liquid starting to ooze from deep inside of my pussy and
spreading downwards. Then Teresa made me rub her pussy with my hairless
thighs. After some time she left me and moved to her bed.  I heard some
more wild cries from her after that, but I could not register the reason.
This process went on for months.  On a week end Teresa invited me to her
house. I asked my mother's permission to go to her house and stay there for
a day. My mother agreed and phoned to my warden to convey her permission.
On Friday evening, Teresa's father came with his car and took us to her
home. Teresa's mother was about 45 years old. Teresa was her youngest
child. She had one sister and a brother both married and settled elsewhere.
The food was excellent, and when the dinner was over, Teresa's mother asked
us to go to upstairs and sleep. She told me that her husband used to come
late at night and they would be sleeping in the bed room at ground floor.

Teresa bolted the door. She then opened her wardrobe and took one baby doll
as my night dress. She threw it to me and asked me to change. I was shy to
change clothes before her. We had not seen each other nude in daylight. I
moved to the bathroom and without giving an instant to see my body I
changed clothes. When I emerged from the bathroom, Teresa was standing
there with a grim face.  "Why did you hide away from me?", asked her.
"Teresa, I feel shy to change dress in your presence", "Why dear, we are
both girls no?", she said. "Teresa, when you look at me and come near me, I
am feeling like you are a boy", I said coyly. "Ha,Ha, then what about when
we sleep together?". "See, I am not shy like you, I don't have a problem to
change my clothes in your presence", saying this she started opening her
blouse. She removed them from her body, now she had her petticoats, which
was purely insufficient to cover her breasts. Half of the globes were
visible through the openings of her petticoat at arms. She then removed her
skirt and it was dropped to the floor in another instant. "See, I am not
shy like you", in one instant she removed her petticoat followed by her
panties. She gave me a full- uncovered view of her breasts and pussy. Her
breasts were bigger than I imagined when I felt them in the dark. I was
seeing her pussy for the first time in light. I had felt it so many
times. It was now fully covered with a fine mat of pubic hair. She had
small hairs starting to grow on her thighs, and the hairs at her forelegs
were curly. She did not wear any dress. She walked to me and asked me, "Am
I beautiful, dear?". I was flabbergasted. "You are so beautiful, Teresa, I
love you", I said. Teresa was overjoyed hearing this, she hugged me and
kissed on my cheeks. "Dear, I love you, let me see you naked, please". I
was not to deny her request. I stood there in silence. She took my baby
doll away and there I was standing naked before her prying eyes. I felt
blushed seeing her intent glances at me. She was looking at me like a boy
looks at an adolescent girl. She then kissed me and sniffed at my cleavage.
"Have you used soap on you dear?" , she asked. "Yes", I replied. "You don't
do this anymore", she said. "Why?" I asked. "You are more fragrant than
that, dear, you have the fragrance of a flower", saying this she began
frantically sniff at me in my chest, in my armpits and she sniffed at my
pussy too.

She then took me in her arms and laid me in her bed. She then rolled on top
of me and behaved like the Negro man was doing in the picture. But she had
no penis. She was rubbing her hairy pussy on my hairless pussy. After some
time I too felt a slippery juice running from her cunt. Soon she moved to
my side and intertwined my leg between her legs. She did it for an hour.
Then she moved her head to my pussy and her buttocks were moving towards my
face. Soon her breasts were pressing on my belly. She kissed on my pussy,
then she used her hands to spread my legs even wider. She then did a thing
which completely surprised me. She inserted her tongue into my vagina and
started moving it like a penis inside the walls of my pussy. This made me
on delirium. I saw her buttocks spread over my face. I too snatched for her
butt, and immersed my face completely into her pussy. Her pussy hair was so
soft.  Some of them entered my nostrils and I sneezed for one time. The
fragrance emanating from her pussy was so delicious. I too started licking
her pussy. The more I licked the more wet became her pussy. It was like
eating a pie, her pussy had a smell of burnt cake. She was moving her
tongue like a penis into my pussy and withdrawing it in another instant. I
pressed my hands deep into her buttocks so that red marks were visible on
her smooth white but hairy buttocks. Soon we picked the rhythm she was
planning and we achieved our first orgasm. I felt asleep after that. When I
awoke, I saw Teresa sleeping like a child, with one of her legs placed on
mine. It was Sunday, we went to church along with her parents.  At
afternoon Teresa sought my help to shave her legs. She said it inconvenient
to have hair on her legs as our uniforms are long enough to cover only our
knees.

She took some cream from a tube and applied it in her legs. After some time
the hairs fall down and she used a damp cloth to rub her hairs and cream
away. She washed her legs and it was so smooth. I wondered how did a cream
do such a wonder. She then told me that it was called hair remover and her
elder sister as a present gave it to her. It was labeled 'Ann french' . She
told me that by hereditary her family is hairy and she said her mother's
pussy look like a forest. I was exclaimed at her bold remarks and I asked
her how did she see her mother's pussy.  She then told me that she was
curious to look at her mom's cunt and one night, she sneaked into her bed
and removed her mother's robe and looked at it. I appreciated at her
courage at doing such wild acts. She then told me that our warden Sr.Martha
too had an immensely haired pussy. I was stunned at this news. She then
told me that our warden is fond of young girls and she would cajole them to
suck her pussy. I could not believe her words. But after one month I came
to experience that Teresa was telling me the truth.

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(Continued in the next part)