Date: Sun, 27 Sep 2009 09:34:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bad Penny (lesbian/adult youth, g/F...)

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descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a
teenage girl and older women.  If this type of
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Bad Penny
By
Jan

	I was too smart for my own good.  My parents
put me in a Catholic all girls' school, because I was a
very preconscious sexually active girl.  I started
inspecting the genitalia of other children male or
female at an early age.  No matter how much they
punished me I would be back at my favorite activity
within days.  In frustration they eventually gave up
and placed me in the hands of a Catholic girl's
boarding school known for their strict discipline.

	When I was delivered to the school kicking and
screaming I found out quick enough what I could
expect.  As soon as my parents turned me over to
the cloistered nuns the mother superior slapped my
face so hard that it loosened some teeth.  I stood
there stunned by the blow to my face.  Before I
could recover she turned me over to a couple of her
assistants.

	The two nuns dragged me out of her office and
marched me to another building.  While we crossed
the grounds I was checking out my surroundings.  I
could not believe how much this compound looked like
a medieval fortress or dungeon.  The freshly painted
white walls did little to soften the overwhelming
oppression, the over bearing thickness of the walls.
The grounds were spacious with trees and gardens in
the middle.  There was nothing close to the
surrounding walls that could be used to facilitate
scaling the walls.  The girls hurrying along the
sidewalks between buildings had their heads down
carrying books in front of their bodies.  They never
made eye contact with the nuns dragging me towards
a building.  When we entered, the larger of the two
demanded that I remove all of my clothes.

	My response was to tell her, "FUCK OFF
BITCH!"

	The response was swift.  She had been
standing in front of me with her hands crossed in
front of her body almost like she was praying.  Her
right arm swung up with a backhand that stuck the
side of my head and sent me sprawling backwards
into the arms of the second nun.  The first nun said,
"It is your choice!  Remove your clothes or I will do
it for you!"

	I was still rebellious and said, "EAT SHIT AND
DIE BITCH!"

	While the second nun grabbed my upper arms
the first one grabbed the front of my blouse and
ripped it open.  The buttons went flying around the
room.  I heard them hitting the hard wooden floors
and rolling or skidding across the floor.  Tears were
streaming down my cheeks as she ripped the skirt
open and it fell to the floor.  Before I could recover
from the shock of the brutal treatment they raised
my arms and pulled my blouse and full slip over my
head.  I was standing there in just my panties and
petty socks and flats.  I felt so helpless.

	I was too stunned to resist when the second
one grabbed my upper arms again.  She had a tight
grasp that was virtually shutting off the flow of
blood to my hands.  The first nun grabbed the
waistband of my panties roughly and as she knelt in
front of me, she yanked the panties down.  I did not
even have to step out of them, because the second
nun picked me up by my arms while the first one
pulled them free of my feet.  While I was up she
pulled my shoes and socks off.  When I was totally
naked I tried to hide my small pubic bulge from their
view.  They forced me into the adjoining room that
turned out to be a shower.

	I was told to wash my body with a foul smelling
bar of soap that hardly produced any lather.  They
told me to be sure to clean my private parts very
good.  It was very embarrassing to wash my pussy
and ass in front of two adult women dressed like
penguins.  The way they were dressed I could not
even tell how old they were.  All I could tell from
their faces was that they were older than my
mother.

	When they told me to turn off the water, I did
so because it was not all that warm.  The second nun
handed me a coarse towel that smelled strongly of
disinfectant laundry soap.  It felt like I was drying
my body with an abrasive.  My skin was red by the
time I was dry.  They led me into the next room
where a fat nun was sitting behind a caged window.

	This nun did not say a word at all.  She looked
at me like I was so much meat and then started
pulling clothing items from cubicles with sizes
marked on them.  The first nun told me to get
dressed quickly as the fat nun handed me items.
The panties were rough cotton.  They did not fit all
that tightly.  The simple cotton slip was ironed and
very stiff.  The socks were plain and white.  The
shoes were black oxfords that I had to lace up and
tie.

	My first attempt to tie a bow, the second nun
slapped the back of my head and told me that I tied
a granny knot and to retie them with square knot
bows.  I had no idea what she was talking about.  I
received another blow on my head as she said, left
over right, right over left is the proper way to tie
shoelaces.  Eventually I got them right.  All three of
them were becoming impatient with me.

	The fat nun asked, "Are you dull witted girl?"

	I answered, "No ma'am!"

	The first nun slapped the back of my head,
"You address all nuns as Sister and their Saints
name if you know it.  The head mistress is Mother
Superior to you.

	I wanted to scream at her and tell her to get
fucked so badly, but knew I would get hit again.

	Fatso handed me a white blouse that looked old
fashioned.  I hated it.  Then she handed me a gray
plaid skirt.  I realized every girl I had seen as we
came to this building had been dressed in the same
boring outfit.  The last items were a navy blue knit
sweater and a navy blue ribbon to tie around my
head to pull my hair back away from my face.  I felt
like throwing up.

	When I was dressed properly I was handed a
nasty smelling wool blanket, two sheets, a small pillow
and a pillow case.  I was handed a canvas bag
containing hygiene items like a toothbrush,
toothpaste, soap, shampoo, sewing kit, hair brush and
a pedicure kit.  The last two things were a washcloth
and another one of those nasty towels.  I had to
carry the bundle of items to another building.  This
one was well away from the walls of the compound.

	It was a dormitory for girls my age.  I learned
that every year the girls were moved to a dorm by
age.  When we entered the dorm I saw that we had
to pass a communal bathroom with showers.  There
was also a private room on one side.  That turned out
to be the room of the dorm matron.

	The careen door slammed behind us as we
entered and another penguin came rushing to great
us.  She had her hands clasped in front of her body.
They greeted each other with a peck on the cheek
as they exchanged names.  The nun that was going to
be in charge of me for the next year was Sister
Luke.

	I thought it strange she should be named after
a male saint.  I would learn eventually that it was
appropriate for her to have a man's name.  She was
not a very tall woman but she had a face like a
bulldog.  I was never sure what country she was
from, but she had to be from a Spanish speaking
country from Central or South America.  She had
dark skin with thick black eyebrows, wide set eyes,
wide nose and a wide brown mouth.  Again all I could
tell was that she was an older woman.

	She announced that Nancy had gotten sick
during class and had to return to bed after the
nurse had diagnosed her illness as heat exhaustion.
She told her superiors that she was applying cold
washcloths to her head to bring her temperature
down.  She had obviously been playing too hard
during recess.

	My two chaperons told her that I was a new
member of the school and would be assigned to her
dorm.  She spun around and led us to a bunk that
had the mattress rolled up and said, "Penny, you can
use this bunk."  She unrolled the mattress.  The
three of them watched me as I struggled to make
the bed with hospital folds.  They told me that the
blanket had to be drawn so tight that a quarter
would bounce.  I was never to sit on the bed after it
was made.

	There was a metal locker next to my bed that
was for personal items.  It was to be kept closed at
all times.  After the two nuns left, Sister Luke told
me the rules of the school.  We were on the honor
system.  If we broke any rules or stole anything
from the school or each other we be would be
punished.  I wanted to know what kind of punishment
I could expect, but thought better than to ask.  I
was looking around the place.  It looked so fucking
drab.  It was just linoleum tile floors in green and
gray checkerboard, bare windows, gray walls and
white ceiling.  There were bunks on both sides of a
central hall.  The only bed occupied was about in the
middle of the room.

	When the nun headed for her room, I headed
for her bunk.  I said, "Hi, my name is Penny."

	The sandy haired girl in the bed looked small
and frail as she pulled the washcloth above her eyes
and looked up at me, "Hi, my name is Elizabeth."

	I asked her, "What is the story about this
place?"

	Liz gave me a weak smile and said, "It is hell on
earth.  Any violation of the rules and you get
punished."

	"What kind of punishment?"

	Liz said, "It can vary from kneeling on a
wooden dowel while you recite as many Our Fathers
and Hail Mary's as they deem fit, to riding the
mare."

	That got my attention.  What is riding the
mare?"

	She said, "You never want to do anything bad
enough to get that punishment.  They have an
exercise horse that they drape you over and buckle
your wrists and ankles to the legs before they punish
you.  I have been told by some older girls that they
spank you with paddles.  The worst thing they have
done is violate your body with objects."

	I was still rebellious enough to think I could
handle anything these old bitches could dish out,
besides there was something sexual about having
something stuffed into your body.  I told her, "I
don't plan on being around here long enough to get
used to the way of life."

	She placed her finger to her lips, "Don't talk
like that.  I have seen older girls that came in here
when they were teenagers and thought they were
strong enough to get away with whatever they
wanted.  Some even found ways to get out of here.
When they were brought back, we didn't see them
for days.  When we did see them their eyes were
dark and they stared into space.  They would not
talk about what they had done to them.  They would
recoil when anyone would touch them.

	I wondered what these penguins could do, that
would traumatize teenagers so much.  My thoughts
were about escape, just the same.  I knew if I
managed to get away I could not go home.  I was
sure they would just bring me back here.  I had to
find a way to hook up with someone that I could stay
with that no one would suspect.

	As the days passed I learned a lot about my
classmates.  Half of them had been problem children
that had parents that had given up on them.  There
were an equal number that had run afoul of the law.
Some judge had given them the option of this school
or reform school.  They laughed at the irony of that
choice.  Some had been in reform school and assured
me that this was worse.

	One of the older girls, named Lynda, had been
sent here a few years ago because she was sleeping
with an older woman.  Her parents never found out
that she was having sex with her, or she would have
been arrested for contributing to the delinquency of
a minor.  All her parents knew was that she
disappeared for days at a time without telling them
where she was.

	The idea of getting to know a woman that
wanted to have sex with young girls sounded good to
me.  I got her to tell me her phone number and
address.

	I played the part of a model student until they
let me visit my parents on a weekend.  I got away
from them long enough to find a pay phone to call
the woman.  I liked the sound of her voice right
away.  I told her about my friend at school telling
me about her.  I asked her if I could live with her if
I could escape from the school.  She was reluctant
to agree.  I came up with the idea that she could
visit me at school by telling them that she was my
Aunt Ester.  That was not her name of course.  That
was the name of one of my real aunts.  I had to
make it quick before my parents missed me.

	Back at school I started planning my escape.
The easiest way was to get another weekend pass
without my parent's knowledge.  That way I would
have until Sunday night before anyone would suspect
the truth.

	One day I was told to report to the dining hall
because I had a visitor.  I knew it had to be the
woman because there was no other reason anyone
would be there.  When I reported to the dining hall
monitor she told me that my Aunt Ester was waiting
for me.  When I entered the hall I saw a nice looking
woman sitting at one of the long tables.  When she
stood up I saw that she was almost six-feet tall in
her high heeled pumps.  I rushed to greet her like
she really was a loving aunt.  I slung my arms around
her neck and kissed her on the mouth.

	She returned the hug and kiss.  We sat down
across from each other to talk to each other.  She
told me her name was Helen Kruger.  She wanted to
know how old I was.  I told her the truth.  I was
thirteen at the time.  She beamed at me.  She asked
me if her friend had told me everything.  I assured
her that she had told me all about what they had
done in bed.  I felt her knee slip between my legs.  I
pressed my body foreword until my damp cotton
panty covered pussy was pressed against her nylon
clad knee.  She continued talking to me while she
rubbed my crotch.

	I told her my plan.  I assured her I would call
her as soon as I got away.  When we had discussed
my plan enough we had to part ways.  I was allowed
to walk with her to the administration building so
that she could leave.  We exchanged one more
lingering kiss and hug.  Helen actually stuck her
tongue into my mouth while she pressed my body
against her magnificent breasts before we parted
ways.

	It took a couple of weeks before I was eligible
for another weekend pass.  I headed for the bus
stop and as soon as I got to town I found a phone-
booth at a gas station.  I called Helen and waited
near the bus stop on the corner for her to arrive.  I
was impatient and it seemed like forever before a
car pulled up alongside the curb.  The passenger door
window went down and I saw Helen sitting behind the
wheel.  I opened the door and got in.  I felt
obligated to lean over and kiss her on the mouth
lovingly.  When I settled back in my seat and buckled
up, she pulled away from the curb.

	I felt so excited about a new adventure.  I
could not stop talking.  I hardly noticed where she
was taking me.  Eventually she pulled her car into a
driveway of a modest home.  She parked her car in
front of her garage door.  The yard was well kept
but the old plants were high and thick.  There was a
large tree in the front yard that covered most of
the width of the property.  The tree lined street
was shaded and because of trucks using the road it
was like the trees were trimmed into a square tunnel.
We had to pass between two bushes flanking the
walkway to the front door.

	When we were inside she felt obligated to show
me around.  It was a two bedroom home with a bath
and a half.  It had been remodeled to make the
separate dining room and kitchen into one large room
with a breakfast bar separating the dining area.

	When she showed me her bedroom I was
overwhelmed by the smell of perfume and powder.  I
had been living in a sanitary world long enough that I
had grown accustomed to the smell of disinfectant
and nasty smelling soap.

	When I told Helen how nice her room smelled
she hugged me to her body.  I could not resist
placing my hand on her tit.  She didn't object at all.
In fact she started taking my sweater off.  Item by
item was removed until I was totally naked.  I did
feel funny standing there with my toes gripping the
thick carpet while my new benefactor was totally
dressed.

	Helen was telling me what we were going to be
able to do as she removed her own clothes.  There
was just something so refreshing about her.  Her
hair was bleached because I could see the roots
were a darker brown.  It was in a French twist and
lacquered so much that not one hair was out of
place.  It was refreshing to see a woman with
makeup on.  She had on a yellow gingham dress with
a tight bodice.  The scoop neck made it look like her
tits were going to spill right over the top of her
dress.  The skirt was pleated and ended just above
her knees.  She had on nude nylons and white three
inch heeled pumps.  She had a double row of natural
pearls around her neck.  The longer row rested in
the cleavage of her tits.  She turned her back to me
and asked me to unfasten her dress.  I unhooked the
top and pulled the zipper down.  When she faced me
she pulled the dress up and over her head.  The
waist of the dress would have never made it over her
hips.  The top of the dress had been lined or I would
have known she did not have a bra on.  Her heavy
breasts sagged a little.  They were the most
beautiful tits I had ever seen.  They were a creamy
white with almost pink areolas that were as large as
the size of coffee saucers.  The nipples were plump
too.

	She had on a half slip that came down easily
and piled around her feet.  She kicked it away
before she removed anything else.  Her nylons had
latex built in lace tops that held them up.

	I was fascinated by her panties.  They were
nothing more than a triangle that covered her vulva
and narrow straps that rode up her hips.  When she
turned her back to me, I saw that the third strap
joined the other straps with a small triangle just
above the dimples at the top of her ass.  The strap
disappeared between the cheeks of her ass.  Her
butt was so white and smooth I wanted to feel the
spheres.  She bent over to show off her ass as she
pulled the thong down and stepped out of them.

	She left on her pumps and nylons because she
felt sexier in them.  She turned to face me.  I was
fascinated with her pussy.  She had shaved her dark
brown pubic hair into a narrow little landing strip
above her pussy.  The other thing that fascinated
me was the way her labia dangled between her legs
like brownish-pink cauliflower.  She even had a
stainless steel hoop hanging from the hood covering
her clit.

	I had played with plenty of pussies before but
this was the first adult I was going to get to play
with.  I was not sure what to do.

	Helen led me to the bed and positioned me
right in the middle.  She got on top of the bed and
propped herself up against the headboard.  She
pulled me up on top of her body and after giving me
the longest French kiss of my life she lifted those
magnificent tits up and massaged both of them until
she fed one of her nipples to me.

	I was in heaven sucking on the nipple and
smelling her perfumed flesh.  While I was busy
sucking on her tit she was feeling me up.  She placed
one hand on one of my small tits and squeezed it
softly.  At the same time she used her other hand to
feel my ass.  She took a long time playing with me.
She was disappointed when she stuck a finger in my
pussy and found that I was not a virgin.  I told her
that I had stuck a rounded carrot in my pussy years
ago, and broken my hymen.  Just the same she
reversed our positions.

	I was sitting with my back against her pillow
with arm rests.  I drew my feet up until my heels
were resting against my butt and spread my knees
open as wide as I could.  Helen placed her hands on
my knees and pressed my legs even wider. She
brought her head so close to my crotch that I could
feel her breathe blowing on my pubic hair.

	She said, "We have to do something about this
in the morning" as she blew the hairs.  "Right now I
have to taste your pussy."

	No one had ever actually kissed my pussy
before.  I had finger fucked many girls but I had
never thought about placing my mouth on their
pussies before.

	Helen actually seemed to relish the smell of my
pussy.  She studied it like it was a work of art.  It
was driving me crazy, the way she was breathing on
my open cunt.  I never believed anything could feel
as good as the moment her lips claimed my cunt.  I
felt her tongue delving into every nook and cranny of
my pussy.  I was afraid to touch her hair because it
was so perfect.  There was so much hair spray on
her hair I suspected that it would break if I
touched it.  I just threw back my head and cried
out, "GAWD DAMNED, I can't believe what that
feels like!"

	Helen lifted her head up and said, "Little girls
should not talk with a potty mouth!"

	It was so strange to see her head resting on
my pussy like that.  It made her look like she had a
dark beard on her chin.  While I was studying the
look, she returned to sticking her tongue in me.
When the climax overtook my body I slapped my
thighs against the sides of Helen's head.  I held her
head captive until the wave of ecstasy passed.  I
felt like I had just had all of the strength sucked
out of me.  Helen lay there as if she was about to go
to sleep.

	Slowly she came to life and moved up my body.
She placed her lips on my mouth and kissed me
tenderly.  I could feel the slimy pussy juice covering
her face.  The trace of her lipstick was all but gone.
Even her mascara was mugged.  I could taste my own
pussy on her face and in her mouth as we kissed.
She twisted her body again and I found myself
sitting on her lap.  She was massaging my little
budding breasts again.  I had an overwhelming desire
to suck her pussy.

	I struggled to free myself from her grasp.
When I knelt before her like a slave, she realized
what I wanted to do.  She assumed a queenly pose in
that pillow chair, arms resting on the supporting
armrests, legs doubled up, much like I had done.  She
spread her nylon clad knees as if she didn't care if
the heels of her shoes poked holes in the bed
spread.

	It was my turn to study her pussy.  I felt
where she had shaved her pussy.  There was no
trace of stubble.  Every hair in that little landing
strip was no longer that a quarter-inch long.  The
hairs were very stiff.  I gently touched the lips of
her labia.  They were very rubbery.  I took old of
each half with my fingers and thumb and spread
them wide open until Helen registered pain on her
face, not a word of reproach came from her mouth.
I marveled at the length of that ridge running down
the middle of her slit.  The ring in the hood was
dangling right over her clitoris.  I suspected that
any movement she made would cause that ring to
stimulate her clit.  I could not resist sticking my
tongue into that ring and using my teeth to grasp it
and pull on it.  I could tell that it was pulling her clit
up too.  Helen was making little animal sounds deep in
her throat.  When I let go I checked out the depths
of her vagina.  I saw her urethra and the ragged
remnants of her own hymen.  I could not resist
sticking my tongue into that gaping hole.  I was
sticking my tongue out so far that the ligament
under my tongue was being cut on my bottom teeth.
I didn't care if she ever came.  I would have been
happy to spend the rest of my life exploring her
pussy.  I was sweating like a pig.  I felt her long
fingers rest on the back of my head and suddenly
she rammed my head hard against her pussy.  I
tasted the juice she was secreting.  I knew she had
just climaxed.  In time we discarded the pillow chair
in favor of more conventional pillows.  We fell asleep
wrapped in each other's arms.

	The next morning we cleaned up and ate before
Helen insisted that I allow her to shave my pussy.
She took me to her bathroom and sat me on the
granite counter with my left foot resting on the
toilet seat and the right leg dangling over the vanity.
She used scissors to shorten my pubic hairs before
she applied lather all over my pubic area and then
used a safety razor to scrape off every hair down
there.  She washed me off and admired her
handiwork.  The next two days were spent making
love to each other.  But all good things come to an
end.

	Late Sunday evening Helen drove me back to
school.  I could not resist kissing her a long time
while I finger fucked her one last time.  When I got
out of her car and walked up the steps to the
entrance I was holding my finger under my nose so
that I could smell the fragrance of her pussy.

	When I went back to school I was a bit of a
celebrity among all of the girls.

	The girls wanted to know what it had been like.
Did I enjoy sex with her?  What did she do to me?
I didn't care to talk about my experiences at school
besides the nuns kept an eye on me.  I wanted to
savor the experience.

	Lynda asked me if she had shaved me.  In
answer I stuffed her hand down the front of my
cotton panties.  She chuckled, "Helen does like her
girls very young.  She really prefers pre-pubescent
girls.  She seduced me when I was 10-years-old.

	In time my parents relaxed their leash on me a
little and allowed me to attend sleepovers at the
homes of my close friends.  I even got to visit Helen
too.

	By that time I was a sophomore.  My closest
friends were my age.  A few of them had older
sisters.  Maggie was my best friend and her sister
was a couple of years older.  She was more mature
than us.  She was the one that would manage to
supply us with things that were normally forbidden
like makeup, cigarettes and booze.

	Late one night I relented and was telling them
all about my relationship with Helen.  They wanted
all of the gory details.  They were shocked that she
actually sucked my pussy and even licked my asshole.
They wanted to know what it was like to suck a
woman's pussy.  When I told them, that she had
actually squirted her cum in my mouth, they made
faces.

	When we settled down on top of our sleeping
bags Maggie's sister made sure she was next to me.
She told me she had had sex with older women too.
I was intrigued enough to find out what she knew.
When she suggested that we go outdoors and have a
drink I got up and stepped over the bodies of the
sleeping girls.  It was a warm night.  She brought
along her cigarettes and a bottle of 'Southern
Comfort' whisky.

	We sat on the back porch and shared a
cigarette while we passed the bottle back and forth.
The first sip on the whisky had burned my throat
going down but it was sweet.  After the first sip it
did not burn.  When I felt my cheeks tingling I knew
the alcohol was having an effect on me.  When we
finished the cigarette she put her arm around me
and kissed me on the mouth.

	I didn't resist the kiss at all.  All we had on was
thin oversized sweat shirts.  Her hands were all over
my breasts.  She was sticking her tongue into my
mouth while she was feeling me up.  I could not
believe how thrilling it was.  When she placed her
hand on the inside of my thigh I felt my muscles
quiver.  She gently rubbed my pussy before she
parted the labia and tickled my little clit.  She
stretched the neck of my top and pulled both tits
over the top.  She had a field day sucking on my
brown areolas and playing with the other tit with her
hand.  When she inserted a finger into my pussy I
had flinched thinking it was going to hurt.

	She asked, "Did I hurt you?"

	"No, I had thought it would though." I
responded.

	She masturbated me slowly and gently for a
long time.  I had masturbated before but the climax
she produced in me was stronger than anything I had
ever felt before.  I was so shaken I just clung to her
for awhile.  Then I figured that I was obligated to
return the favor.  I started kissing her and feeling
her up.

	She had sandy brown hair and much larger
breasts than me.  They were round and sagged more
like an adult woman's tits.  The areolas were much
larger than mine too, even her nipples were larger.  I
could not resist squeezing them until she complained
that I was hurting her.  When I exposed her pussy I
could make out by the moonlight that her pubic hair
was darker than the hair on her head.  When I
started playing with her pussy, I wondered if hers
smelled like Helen's.  I just had to smell my fingers.
I have to admit that they smelled a lot alike but she
did have a slightly different aroma.  I remembered
how good it had felt when my Helen had eaten my
pussy.  I moved down the concrete steps and spread
her knees.  She knew what I was going to do to her
and told me, "That's my girl.  Eat my cunt until I
cum."

	I used my tongue on her clit for a long time.
She had flabbier labia than me.  I sucked the skin
into my mouth and pulled my head back, stretching
the lips as far as they would go.  It was so exciting
finding out how far I could stick my tongue into her
pussy.  It was obvious she was no virgin.  It was so
strange having her labia enfolding my face like a gas
mask.  It did not take long before my face was
covered with her juice from my bangs to my chin.
When she was about to cum she grabbed the back of
my head and smashed my face against her pussy so
hard that I could not breathe.  She let out a
satisfied moan that left no doubt that I had pleased
her very much.  She clamped her thighs against my
ears so hard that they hurt.  I was very pleased with
myself.

	Eventually she released my head and I returned
to the step she was sitting on.  We talked about how
good it had been.  The night air dried the juice on
my face quickly.  It felt like my skin was shrinking.
When I mentioned that she chuckled and told me,
"That is the best facial you will ever get!"

	This time when she took me in her arms and
kissed me she also licked my face clean.  We each
took one more swig of the whisky before we
returned to bed.  I was so turned on about having
sucked a pussy that I masturbated most of the
night.  I became very good friends with Maggie and
her sister after that.  It was great fun sucking one
of their pussies while the other one was sucking
mine.  Maggie and I are still the best of friends.

	Any time I caught a woman staring at my ass
or breasts a little too long I would give them a warm
smile.  One day when I was turning in my linen and
last week's uniforms that fat nun was looking at me
like she was undressing me with her eyes.  It dawned
on me that she would probably like to taste my
pussy.  I complained that my underwear did not fit
properly.

	She opened up the cage door and invited me in.
She led me to the back of the room, where there
were plies of used linen and piles of uniforms.  She
demanded me to show her my underwear.  I lifted
my skirt and rotated to give her a good view of
them.  She grabbed my hips with her big meaty
hands and ran her fat fingers around the elastic of
the legs.  When her fingers brushed against my
pussy I let out a moan.  She ran her fingers around
the waist too.  I closed my eyes and stood there
enjoying the feeling.  She saw my face and stuffed
her hand down the front of my panties.  It might
have surprised her not to find any pubic hair but her
finger did find its way into my pussy.  She stood
there finger fucking me until I squirted my cum all
over her hand, and let out a satisfied moan.

	I thought her face looked like a bulldogs in
that cowl of a Carmelite nun habit.  When she pulled
up her robe and exposed her legs I saw that she had
on those black comfortable oxford shoes with ankle
nylon socks.  Her fat legs were hairy, except where
they rubbed against each other.  I had expected to
see the same kind of panties the school girls wore,
but I was looking at the hairiest cunt I had ever
seen.  The smell was so strong I would not have been
surprised to find out that she never washed it.  She
placed her hands on my shoulders and forced me to
my knees in front of her.  She smashed my face
against her cunt and told me to suck her cunt.  I was
light headed by the time she came and allowed me to
stand up.  My reward for pleasing her was a supply
of soft rayon panties.

	When the girls saw my change of underwear I
saw some knowing smiles.  I was growing bolder and
willing to test the rules even more.  I caught Lynda
between classes one day and pulled her into an empty
room.  I knelt before her and pulled her skirt over
my head while pulling her panties down.  I smiled
because she was clean shaven still.  I was sucking her
pussy like a pro when the door opened and the first
nun I had met upon arriving at school was standing
there.

	She was blocking the door like a soccer goalie.
She grabbed Lynda by the hair and pulled her around
her body and shoved her out of the door.  Lynda was
pulling up her panties as she scurried down the hall.

	She grabbed me by the ear and marched me
straight to the Mother Superior's Office.  She was
still clinging to my ear while she told the Mother
Superior about my transgressions.  She insisted that
the only punishment appropriate was for me to ride
the mare.

	I was sweating at the prospect of finding out
what the mare was like.  I was taken to an
antechamber where the mare was located along with
a variety of paddles and other equally frightening
items of punishment.  The nun stripped me of my
uniform and forced me to bend over the horse.  She
buckled my limbs to the legs of the horse.  When I
was fully restrained she stepped back for the
Mother Superior to inspect.

	The way I was restrained my legs were spread
widely.  The nun approached me and softly ran her
hand over my back.  She ran her hand up and down
the sweaty crack of my ass before she stuck a long
finger into by asshole.  She rammed it deep and hard
enough to make me cry out in pain.  She selected a
paddle that looked like an English Cricket bat.  She
spanked me until my ass was bright red.  Just when I
thought I could not take any more, she stuffed the
handle of the paddle up my ass.  The shock of the
deed was worse than the actual pain.  I was crying
like a baby when that first nun came around in front
of me and said, "If you want to be a bad girl you will
find out what it means to be a bad girl.

	With that she lifted her habit and showed me
her pussy.  The pubic hair was thinning and turning
gray.  I could not believe what I was looking at.  (Did
all of these nuns go around naked under their
robes?)  I didn't have much time to think about the
wardrobe of the nuns, because she stepped forward
and rammed her cunt against my mouth.  I choked on
her hair but I did service her until she came.  From
that day on I was spanked at least once a day and
fed hairy cunts.  I even found out what the Mother
Superior's asshole tasted like.



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