Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2009 06:02:51 -0700 (PDT)
From: Marie LeClare <marieleclare3@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boarding School Nuns

This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents
either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is
entirely coincidental.


English Boarding School - Nuns Ff
By Marie LeClare
Copyright 2009


Here in Southampton, England, outside of rain all the time, families send
their children to boarding schools for the discipline, and my family was no
different and off I was marched from when I was 8 until I was 18.

They were a couple of the Nuns who appeared to take much pleasure, than is
natural from beating us, but mainly they were fine.

I noticed something happening when I was about 12 and realized that I was
gay, but I kept it to myself, never telling another soul.

When I reached 14 there was this other girl, and we used to kiss every
chance we could get, but nothing else happened.

When I reached that magic age of 16 things changed. I had been picked to
represent English Schools in Athletics, and was also chosen as part of the
British under 21 squad. It was also when Sister Catharine joined the
school, and everybody thought she was brilliant. Mainly I imagine because
she wasn't as strict as the other nuns, and she was quite a bit
younger. She wore modern clothes and not a habit, however they were always
blue, and she also wore the same cross as the other nuns.

She used to drive me to the different track meets and training sessons, and
it was after training that it started. The showers at the sports centre
were broken so I told Sister that I'd have one when we got back to the
school, and besides the water was hotter there, so she left and said she
would be back in 15 minutes to lock up.

It just happened. It wasn't anything I had planned, but it just happened.

I was washing between my legs, when I got the feeling that I was being
watched. Sister stood at the entrance to the shower room. She didn't say a
thing, just watched. My stomach flipped and my chest got tight. I continued
washing, but by now I was really aroused and for a reason I still don't
know to this very day. I started masturbating in front of her. Holding her
eye the whole time. I could see her breathing had sped up and her jaw was
clenching and unclenching. Finally I put my hand on the tiles to support
myself, and like a massive train wreck I orgasmed. The next moment that I
got steady on my feet I looked and she was gone.

The guilt was instanteous and I felt totally sick. I got my stuff and got
to my dorm room as quick as possible. The rest of the day I waited to be
called to my Head of Year, thinking that I would surely be
expelled. Nothing. Saturdays were quiet as a lot of the girls went home on
the weekends.

There was an upper choir area in the chapel and I used to go up there for a
sly joint out opf a window (it couldn't be seen from any other part of the
building. I heard the footsteps and managed to toss the joint just in time.

She stared at me for sometime, then waklked towards me.  Still without a
word, she undid my jeans, pulled them down, and knelt in front of me. I was
beyond horny.

She then started to rub me through my underwear. I swear to God I didn't
know a clitoris could get so swollen and hard. Then she put her mouth where
her fingers had been and kind of nipped at me with her lips. As cliched as
it sounds I just grabbed the back of head and started fucking her mouth.

She put her hands on my hips and slowed me down. While they were there she
hooked her fingers in my underwear and rolled them down. I started to feel
a bit exposed....then she licked me. I thought I would never be able to
catch my breath again.

I started pulling at her shirt and jumper, eventually getting them off. She
stood up and pulled me over to a pile of dust sheets and some old choir
robes. Taking the rest of her clothes off she sat down. My clothes were off
in seconds. She pulled me closer and holding the cheeks of my ass she
sucked and licked me. She stopped and looked at me.

Circling my clitoris with her finger she whispered, "Do you think you could
get this inside of me?" I nodded. She lay back and spread her legs, while
holding her pussy open. I more or less jumped on her. I was thrusting and
thrusting against her and she told me to slow down. She put her hand
between us and kind of lined us up. "Push now" she said. I did what I was
told. My clitoris slid the length of her slit until my clit was on hers. It
felt softer, hotter, and wetter than her mouth. She lifted her hips
slightly and told me to try again. I did. This time I got inside her for a
little bit. "That's it", she told me, now move in me, gently.

I could only manage that for about 5 minutes. As soon as she started to
pant and moan I knew that I wouldn't last. I went for it and fucked into
her really hard. I was staring at her face. Her eyes were shut and she kept
licking her lips. She suddenly opened her eyes. "Now!, Now! She said.

I ground really hard twice and started to cum. She was banging herself up
at me, her mouth was open in a silent scream. We laid there for ages
kissing and feeling each other.  We had regular sex for six months, until
the order moved her somewhere else.


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