Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2001 14:09:29 +0530
From: Alisha <alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com>
Subject: Convent Education II

Convent Education II  By Alisha

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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 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, and 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 spread eagled on a bench with her
rosary open and her pussy wide. I kneeled 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..hha...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. "Ok, 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.
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