Date: Tue, 11 Oct 2016 19:34:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Seduced by Nuns, (Lesbian/Friends, oral, anal, F/FFF

Friends, oral, anal, foot fetish, F/FFF

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.

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Seduction by Nuns

By
Jan

      I was going through a terrible divorce from an
abusive husband and was disturbed because the
Church does not approve of divorce.  The priests
reputedly talked me out of filling for a divorce telling
me they would talk to my husband, but he continued
abusing me.  I had endured broken noses and a broken
arm.  The straw that broke the camel's back was the
broken jaw.  I contacted a divorce attorney as soon
as I got out of the hospital.

      I lost all respect for my parish priest because he
still insisted that if I went through with the divorce
that I would be excommunicated and refused
communion.  I got so made at the priest I actually
told him to get fucked and to never come to my house
again.

      There was a convent not far from my home, and
located in canyon of the local foothills.  One of the
nuns regularly attended mass at our local parish, so I
sought her out to discuss options I could pursue.

      Upon calling the convent to make an appointment
with her I drove up the hill in plenty of time before
my appointment.  I had visited the convent before
and always found it to be a restful retreat from the
pressure of urban living.  The white walls around the
convent isolated the grounds from the rest of the
world, and the location provided a gentle breeze that
insured that the updraft in the evening kept the
grounds relatively worm at night and the down draft
during the day cooled the grounds during the summer
heat.  The central building was their chapel and
office with a dining hall as the anchor for the two
wings for the residence for the nuns.  The central
garden was a restful place to contemplate or simply
carry on a conversation with a friend.  It would have
made a lovely small college campus.

       I parked my car in the lot in front of the
administration office and rang the bell for
admittance.  I petite young nun in the typical black
habit came to the door and admitted me.  She asked
me if she could help me, and I told her that my name
was, Kathy Gaffney and I would like to see Sister
Luke.  The young Nun picked up the phone and dialed
a number and quietly told someone who I was and who
I wanted to see.  After she replaced the handset in
the cradle she smiled at me warmly and invited me to
have a seat, and that Sister Luke would soon be
there.

      The straight back Victorian chair was not the
kind of chair to relax in.  I sat there very properly as
the nun went about doing paper work at the desk.
She interrupted by a phone call.  She took some notes
and hung up before calling a number and telling some
the message.

      About that time Sister Luke entered the lobby
from another door.  She greeted me with a smile,
took my hand and asked me, "How can I help you Mrs.
Gaffney?"

      "May I have a word with you in private?"

      "Of course my dear, let's take a walk in the
garden."

      She took my arm and led me through the door she
had entered the lobby.  It was a short walk to the
rose garden.  There were walk ways through the
garden to a central fountain with a saint topping it.
There were several concrete benches located around
the garden.  She led me to one that was shaded by a
tree.

      I told her what my parish priest was threating me
with if I went through with my divorce of my abusive
husband, and pleaded with her to help me.

      She was very supportive.  She comforted me with
a hug and assured me that she would contact the
Bishop and if necessary the Cardinal on my behalf.

      I assured her I could get the hospital x-rays of
all of the broken bones.  After we talked for a little
more time she invited me for a cup of coffee in the
dining hall.  We made our way through the garden to
the dining hall.

      I don't know what I expected, but the hall was
not what I expected.  There eight round tabled with
eight comfortable chairs around them.  There white
linen table clothes on them.  The kitchen was
separated it was obvious the novices actually served
food to the nuns.  Sister Luke led me to the kitchen
where we picked up a couple of cups and filled them
from a large coffee machine and picked up spoons to
sweeten our cups to taste before returning to the
dining room.

   As we discussed the possibilities, she was assured
me that she was comfortable that I would be granted
an annulment.  That would vacate my marriage as if it
never happened.  As far as my local priest would be
concerned I would be a virgin and he couldn't refuse
me communion.

      While we were talking I noticed several nuns
coming in to socialize before the evening meal.  Some
of them were in traditional habits but some were
wearing street clothes.  The short matted cropped
hair that looked like they had cut their own hair was
the giveaway that they were nuns.  Most of them
were older women.  I was disappointed by the fact
that there were so few young nuns and novices.

      When I became more comfortable I noticed that
the conversations at the other tabled was far from
religiously reflective.  I heard them discussing far
more earthy matters.  I even herd an older nun
discussing how much she wanted to get in the panties
of a certain novice.

      I was mildly shocked because nuns were supposed
to be celibate.  Finding out that nuns could be sexual
and even openly lesbians was a revelation to me.

      Sister Luke saw me blush upon hearing the
conversation at the next table, and she suggested
that she walk me to my car.  We deposited our cups in
a Rubbermaid pan on the way out.  As we walked
through the garden she told me, "Not all nuns are as
celibate as the lay parishioners would expect.  I hope
you don't think any less of my sisters?"

      "I had no idea that nuns could be so worldly!"

      I had a lot to think about on my drive down the
hill.  There was the hope that my marriage could be
annulled.  If I had children would that make them
bastards?  If I chose to marry again would I be
allowed to wear white again?  Then the picture of
that older nun talking about getting in the panties of
a novice started me thinking about what they would
look like naked and what they would do.

      That evening I even thought about Sister Luke
and tried to picture what she would look like naked.
The habit covered everything but her face and hands.
What I could see of her feet was just those ugly
black square heeled oxfords.  The only thing I could
tell about her figure was that she had large breasts.
The only hint about her waist was that white cord
around her waist that was loosely tied with a heavy
cross pulling the sash down in front.  I couldn't even
tell what color her hair was.  Her eyes were brown as
far as I knew, but I had never knowingly looked at
her eyes.  I wondered what kind of underwear she
wore underneath.

      It took a year for the church to grant me an
annulment, and during that period of time Sister Luke
and I had become close fiends'.

      We had gone to movies together, and on those
occasions she had worn street clothes.  I learn more
about her life and became comfortable in the
presence of her in street clothes.  I felt sorry for
the way her hair looked.  It was a dirty blonde.  I was
inspired to volunteer to style her hair for her.  With
a lot of hairspray I was able to give her a style
reminiscent of the style worn by Doris Day in the
fifties.  She still dressed plainly and she didn't have
much of a waistline.  She had a youthful look that
belied her true age.  It took me awhile to learn that
she was fifty-two years old, but looked no more than
thirty-five.  I still fantasized about what she looked
like naked.

      One evening when we had been to the movies I
invited her to spend the night at my house rather
than driving her up the hill in the dark.  She accepted
my offer.  Rather than going straight to bed I
offered her a glass of wine.  By the time I suggested
we go to bed we had consumed a full bottle of red
wine.  When we were in my bedroom I offered her
one of my nightgowns, but she refused.

      It took me longer to get undressed because I
couldn't take my eyes off of her as she undressed.

      Sister Luke removed all of her clothes casually,
but folded each item and placed them on the hope
chest at the foot of my bed with her shoes neatly
next to the pile of clothes.  Seeing her naked for the
first time was a turn on.  Her skin was a flawless
creamy white.  Looking at her breasts I could tell
that they were at least 38-DD.  Her areolas were no
larger than the size of a quarter, and her nipples
were inverted.  It was obvious that she didn't shave
her underarms because there was plenty of underarm
hair visible sticking out from under her arms
alongside her breasts.  Her crotched was also
unshaven because not only her vulva was covered with
dark brown pubic hair there was hair on the inside of
her thighs.  There were fine hairs on her lower legs
too.  By that time I had removed everything except
my bra and panties.

      Sister Luke approached me and as she reached
around my body to unhook my bra, she kissed me on
the mouth.  I was stunned by her bold move.  As she
pulled my bra free of my arms she tossed it aside.
She was still kissing me as she started pulling my
tight little panties down.  She even knelt in front of
me as she pulled my panties down my legs.  She was
eye level with my crotch, and the look on her face
looked as if she liked the fact that my pussy was free
of any pubic hair.  She also must have like that I was
wearing self-supporting nylons with my three inch
heels, because she didn't removed them before she
stood up and placed me on my bed.

      She joined me on the bed and I could smell the
soap she had used to bath with and her natural bodily
odor.  She slipped her left arm under my head, so
that my face was resting against the side of her left
tit.  I could feel and smell her underarm hairs.  For
some reason the musky odor of her underarm turned
me on.  She kissed my forehead and assured me that
she had been dreaming id this night for a long time.

      I admitted, "I have dreamed of this from the
first meeting at the convent."

      She placed a hand on my right tit and felt it.  She
had to withdraw her left arm before she was able to
bend over me and suck on my nipple.  She licked the
nipple and even bit it.

      My body responded by quivering and my pussy felt
wet.  The sex was amassing.  She lapped my pussy and
sucked on my clitoris until it was driving me wild.
When I eventually reached that point where I was
breathing hard just before having an orgasm she used
her right hand to stick two fingers into my vagina and
the other two fingers into my asshole.  That was all it
took to send me into a quivering orgasm that left me
exhausted.

      I lay there until I recovered and looked down to
see her smiling face resting on my pubic bone.  I felt
wonderful and happier than I had been in years.  I
wondered if I should do to her what she had done to
me.  Before I could decide or as Sister Luke sat up on
her knees and walked straddle of my body all the way
up to my head.  I was looking up at that hairy crotch.
The way her legs were spread her butt cheeks were
spread enough that I could see just how hairy her
crotch and asshole was.  She had a very strong
womanly aroma that also made me very horny.

      When she lowered her pussy to my face she
demanded, "Eat my pussy Kathy!  Make me cum!"

      I sought out her clit with my tongue, and she
started rocking her hips back and forth rubbing her
vagina and clit across my nose.  My mouth was being
flooded with her vaginal fluid, and eventually she even
rocked backwards covering my mouth with her
asshole.  She demanded, "Stick your tongue in my
dirty asshole!"

      When I stuck the point of my tongue into her
sweet tasting asshole she reached back and slapped
her hand on my vulva and started stroking my clit
with her middle finger.  I had another orgasm almost
the same time that Sister Luke had one.  My face was
covered with her juice and nose was filled with the
slimy liquid, so I had to breathe through my mouth.

      When we recovered we settled down in each
other's arms to kiss each other lovingly before we
drifted off to sleep.  In the morning we were both
embarrassed by morning breath, so we took turns
relieving our bladders and brushing out teeth.  I gave
her a new toothbrush to use.  We got dressed and
went out for breakfast before I returned her to the
convent.

      I became such a regular visitor that no one had to
ask who I wanted to see.  One evening Sister Luke
invited me to spend the night with her.  I wondered
how the other nuns would react to me spending the
night with her.  After the evening meal we retreated
to the garden and while sitting on one of the benches
we hugged and kissed for a long time.  When we
decided to call it a night she led me to her small
room.  It was very Spartan, consisting of a simple
single bed, a little nightstand with a single lamp one
chifferobe that contained all of her clothes.  Not
that she needed a lot.  There were just a few habits
and a couple of civilian dressed.  She didn't need a lot
of room for her undergarments and toiletries.  When
we got undressed I wondered about what we were
going to do about bathing to do about bathing and
such.

      She produced a couple of flip-flops from under
the bed and handed me a bath towel.  She opened the
door and we made our way down the corridor to a
communal shower and bathroom.  There were several
naked nuns and novices in the humid shower room and
bathroom.  At least the toilets had stalls around
them to afford some privacy, but few of them
bothered to close their door while reliving
themselves.  As we entered the shower room I was
surprised to see a couple of nuns standing under the
spray of the showers with their backs against the
tiled walls and young novices kneeling before them
with their faces buried in the hairy bushes of the
older nun's.

      All we got was smiles from her fellow nuns as we
moved to an empty shower and when she adjusted the
temperature we got under the spray.  Sister Luke
used her hands to soap my body up.  She took special
care of my breasts, crotch and ass.  I found it very
embarrassing to be washed in front of other women,
but they were all paired up and doing even more than
what Sister Luke was doing to me.  When I looked at
the other nuns they smiled at me and held the heads
of the novices and other nuns tightly against their
cunts.

      Some of them even stayed long enough to watch
me soap up Sister Luke.  Of course I lavished a lot of
attention her DD's.  On impulse I knelt before her to
wash her cunt and ass.  When we rinsed the soap
from her private parts I buried my face in her hairy
cunt.  I ate her pussy until she verbally told the room
that she was cumming.

      We eventually after we dried off we made our
way to the sinks in the bathroom to brush out teeth.
We simple carried our wet towels in our hands as we
made our way back to her room.  The doors were open
for the most part and as we passed I observed
several of the nuns performing oral sex on other
nuns.  I even saw one older nun sticking her face
between the cheeks of the butt of a sweet looking
young novice.  When the novice saw us she winked at
us.

      Back in her room the narrow bed was no problem
because one or the other was on top most of the
night.  It was almost impossible to satisfy her.  I
sucked her breasts, cunt and asshole through a half
dozen orgasms and she did the same to me.  We got
very little sleep that night.

      Early the next morning there was a bell that she
told me we had only a few minutes to get dressed
before we had to go to chapel for morning devotions.
She slipped on a simple while shift before pulling the
black robe over her head.  Then she tied the hood
covering her head except for her face them pinned
the starched while cowl over that and then placed
the black hood over that and pinned it without a
mirror with no more than a half inch of the while
showing from under the edge of the black cowl.  She
put her feet into the black shoes and was ready to
go.

      I had to quickly put on my skirt and put my feet
in my pumps.  I simply brushed my hair quickly,
before Sister opened the door and we filed into the
chapel with her fellow nuns and novices.

      The Mother Superior conducted the morning
payer and communion.  As I approached her she
smiled at me.  As she placed the host on my tongue I
made my way back to stand beside Sister Luke that I
noticed that the buttons on my blouse were
mismatched causing it to be puckered and allowed the
Mother Superior to look inside my blouse and see my
naked tits.  My nipples got hard instantly.

      After morning devotions we made our way to the
dining hall.  We enjoyed hot coffee while waiting for
breakfast to be prepared.  There were a couple of lay
women in the kitchen preparing a simple meal.
Oatmeal and toast with sliced fresh fruit for most of
them.  Very few wanted eggs with their meal, because
they were concerned about their weight.

      I was famished because of all of the sex, so I
asked for two eggs, bacon with gravy on my biscuits.
I ate like I was starved, but tried to engage in
conversation with the other nuns at our table.

      They all inquired about my story, and they all
expressed their sympathy when I explained about
why I sought an annulment for my marriage.  I also
felt the thigh of the nun sitting to my left rubbing
my thigh.  Sister Luke was doing the same thing to my
right leg.  Before I finished my coffee both nuns had
a hand on my thighs.  I was getting wet and was sure
that the back of my skirt would have a wet spot on it
when I got up.

      As Sister Luke and I made our way out we
deposited out silverware, plated and cups in the
Rubbermaid's.  As we walked down the halls to her
room I asked, "Are all nun's nude under their habits?"

      She let out a pleasant laugh, "I can't speak for my
sister, but in the morning it is expedient for me to
skip the under garments before morning devotions.  I
do come back later to brush my teeth and pout on
panties.  I don't normally wear brassieres.  I don't like
the restrictive feeling and the chaffing under my
tits.  I'm sure several of my sisters go commando
because when it is my turn to do the laundry several
of them don't have more than one or two panties in
the wash and there are sits-marks on their white
under robes.

      I also confessed that the nun sitting to my left
had been stroking my leg too.

      Sister Luke chuckled, "Sister Agnes is a horny
bitch.  She does give good head though!"

      We retrieved our toothbrushes and headed for
the bathroom.  Upon entering there were several nuns
already in there.  We waited for a couple of sinks to
open up before brushing our teeth.  I felt rather
naked not have makeup on.  In the mirror in front of
me I could see into the stall behind me.  The nun
sitting on the toilet had her habit gathered up around
her waist and her legs spread as she sat there
masturbating with her right hand.  Of course all that
was visible was her face and that was contorted in a
look of pleasure and her eyes were closed.  When she
opened them she looked at my reflection in the
mirror and smiled.

      Some of the nuns had duties as teachers at a
couple of local parochial schools.  So they car pooled
to the schools in a couple of SUV's.

      Sister Luke was summands to bring me to the
Mother Superior's office.  When she knocked on the
door there was a short pause before the door
opened.  The woman that opened the door was a
regale looking.  Her face was of undeterminable age.
The only clue was the graying eyebrows and the lines
created when she smiles.  After Sister Luke
introduced me to Mother Superior Joan, she excused
Sister Luke and escorted me into her office.

      I was duly impressed with her office the
mahogany desk was massive with a simple green ink
blotter on it.  There was a wing on the right with a
computer with a combination fax and printer next to
it.  Her desk chair was a massive tufted leather
swivel chair.  There was a matching tufted leather
couch with tacks decorating the arms and base.  It
was a warm room befitting a corporate head.  She
invited me to have a seat on the couch and she sat
next to me and turned her body so that she was
facing me.  She placed a hand on my forearm and
asked me to tell her all about myself.

      I told her about how Sister Luke had helped me
get an annulment from m y abusive husband, and how
she had befriended me.

      She told me that she came from a wealthy French
family, and had been sent to boarding school as I
child.  She had been so frightened and homesick that
the nun in charge of her dorm and taken her into her
room and allowed her to sleep with her so that her
crying wouldn't disturb her classmates.  The nun had
not only comforted her with hugs and kisses she
introduced her to oral sex in all its forms.  As the
years passed she remained in love with that nun and
devoted her life to the order against her families'
wishes.

      She resented that the church is dominate by
homophobic males that censor nuns that speak out
against social injustice.  They reprimand us for being
political activists.  Some of them would even disband
out order and excommunicate us.

      Cloistered here away from the world we are free
to love our fellow sisters as we see fit.  It is not
often that a lay woman is invited within these walls.
All we ask of you is to not discuss what you have seen
to anyone outside these walls.

      I assured her that I would honor her wishes, and
she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.  Her
hand rested on my bare arm as she did so.

      Having finished her business she offered me a
glass of wine.  When I accepted she stood up and
went to a cabinet where she poured red wine in to
two goblets.  She moved very gracefully back across
the room and handed me one glass.  As she seated
herself she held her goblet to her nose and smelled
the fragrance of the wine.  I followed her example
and only tasted the wine after she did.

      When we emptied our glasses she took my glass
from her and rinsed them out before returning them
to the cabinet.  I watched her as she approached me
again.  She moved with all of the grace of a cat.

      She sat down next to me again and took my hand
and held it against her lap.  She said, "I would like to
be your special friend too.  I would never interfere
with your relationship with Sister Luke.  I would just
like your company occasionally.  It's not often that I
get to enjoy the company of worldly woman that
smells of expensive perfume."

      She released my hand, and when I didn't remove
it she reached over and placed her hand on my
shoulder and let her fingers slide down the front of
my body until her hand reached my right breast.  She
gently squeezed it. She molded it like it was putty.
When I started rubbing between her legs she kissed
me on the mouth.  She started undressing me slowly.
With the removal of each item of clothing she held it
to her nose and smelled the fragrance.  She took
special care removing my panties and smelled the
crotch as well as sucking on the material.

      I felt particularly vulnerable sitting on the
leather couch totally naked.  Having witnessed Sister
Luke undressing enough times I knew how to undress
the Mother Superior.  I reached around her to pull
the pins holding her cowl to the head piece.  With the
removal of the black cloth and white one as well I
untied the back of the hood.  When I pulled it away
from her head I saw her matted gray hair.  It was
thick and coarse as steel wool.  I kissed her on the
mouth before proceeding to removing the rest of her
habit.

   I untied the white collar and discarded it before
untying the neckline of her robe along with the white
underneath.  She helped me pull it free of her arms.
The material gathered around her waist, exposing her
ample breasts.  They sagged substantially and the
thing little blue blood veins were visible though her
translucent flesh.  Her areolas were no larger than
quarters and her nipples were small as well.  I started
lifting them with my hands and molding them before I
started nursing on her nipples.

      When she stood up the two robes fell to the floor
around her feet.  She stepped out of them and all she
had on were the ankle nylon stocking and the typical
square heeled shoes worn by most nuns.  Her vulva
was sparsely covered with graying pubic hair.  Her
labia minor were visible and the skin had a distinct
grayish color.

      I used both hands to spread her lips open and
buried my face in her pussy.  She stood there
stroking my hair and telling me what a sweet young
woman I was.

      When she had an orgasm she pulled me to my feet
and kissed me.  She placed on hand on my left breasts
and the other hand on my shaved vulva.  She diddled
my clit until my knees almost buckled.  I had to sit
down before I fell down.

      She knelt before me and parted my legs, so that
she could inspect my cunt.  I felt her warm breath on
my cunt before she took my clit into her mouth and
sucked vigorously.  She was making all kinds of noisy
sounds as she sucked on me.  When I was about to
cum I used both hands to grabbed her hair and pull
her face tightly against my pussy.  After I had an
orgasm she sat back on the pile of her discarded
robes.

      She rejoined me on the couch and we hugged and
kissed for a long time before she helped me get
dressed and she put her habit back on.  When she
was dressed she went to her desk and produced a
pack of cigarettes and lighter.  She offered me one,
but I refused.  She lit one and took a deep breath
before exhaling a gray cloud of smoke.  She said,
"Smoking and alcohol are the two vices the church
allows us to indulge. The rest is an enjoyable sin that
I'm addicted to."

      The drive home I was deep in thought I hardly
remember what took place on the drive home.

      The next weekend when I drove up the hill for a
little retreat I wondered what would take place this
weekend.  This time when Sister Luke and I were
invited to the office of Mother Joan we were
greeted by three very young novices.  The novices
were wearing only the white robes and cowl.  The
white robes allowed us to see the shadow of their
areolas and nipples through the material.

      Mother Superior Joan simply told the girls to
prepare to wash our feet.  The three of us sat on the
couch as the three girls removed their robes and
brought pans of warm water for us to place our feet
in.  They removed our shoes and nylons.  In my case
the adorable little blonde before me had to reach
under my skirt all the way up to almost my crotch to
roll down my nylons.  I had developed the habit of not
wearing panties, so she got a good look at my shaven
crotch.

      The girls washed our feet and dried them
carefully when they disposed of the water in the pans
they returned to kneel at our feet.  The two nuns
simply lifted their robes and draped them over the
heads of the girls as she moved in to bury their faces
in the moist aromatic pubic hair.

      My novice simply pushed my short skirt up around
my waist and dove in to suck on my clit.  I couldn't get
over how adorable she looked with her nose buried in
my pussy and her crystal blue eyes looking up at me.
Her hair looked like corn silk and was as soft as could
be.  All I had to do was sit back and enjoy being
pampered.

      As we had orgasms we had the young novices
stand on the couch with their butts resting on the
back of the couch so that we could eat their pussies.
I fell in love with the blonde novice servicing me.  I
would have taken her home with me if I had been
allowed.

      Every visit to the convent became an adventure.
Over time I got to have sex with every nun, novice
and lay woman working there.



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