Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2015 19:31:04 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: City Bus (Lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F

Warning:

Adult Youth, oral, anal, f/F

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
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                     City Bus
                        By
                       Jan

	My name is Mary Alley, and I was a Catholic
Parochial school girl growing up.  I had to ride the
city bus several miles to go to school.  I went to
school at the same as time a lot of working people
were heading to and from work, so the bus was
usually crowed.

	When I was an innocent 13-year-old I happened
to be going to school as usual, but it was a holiday for
many working people.  I think it was Labor Day, so the
bus was not quit as crowed.  I was able to find a seat
which was not normal.  There was a nice looking
woman dressed in a gray business suit sitting next to
me.  She struck up a conversation with me, because
she recognized my uniform.

	She told me that her name was Annette, and
she had gone to the same school.  She asked me if
Sisters Bernadette and Mary-Grace still taught at
the school.

	Of course both of them were fixtures at the
school.  Sister Bernadette was known as the
sweetheart of all of the students, but also had the
reputation of having favorites, and they were rumors
that she had lesbian relationships with them.  Sister
Mary-Grace was known for administering corporal
punishment for any infraction of school rules, and
there were rumors that she also forced wayward
students to suck her pussy.

	I had heard the rumors but had no firsthand
knowledge of the validity of them.  I had never been
in Sister Bernadette's class, and had only been
reprimanded for running down the halls a couple of
times by Sister Mary-Grace.  I acknowledged that
they were both still teaching at the school, without
acknowledging that I knew about the rumors.

	While Annette was talking to me she rested her
hand on my thigh.  It gave me a thrill that made my
thigh muscle tremble and my pussy wet.  I felt juices
dripping out of my pussy.  I understood that the
woman was making a pass at me.  I had never had
engaged in any lesbian activities before, but I was
attracted to this woman.  I found her to be very
attractive, and she looked so nice in that business
suit.  She looked like she bought everything to match.
The briefcase on her lap implied that she was a
business professional.  Her perfume was not
overpowering, but must have been expensive.

	She asked me, "Would you would like to have a
cup of coffee at Starbucks before going to school?"

	I accepted, because I didn't want to part-
company with this woman, and I knew that the
Starbucks was just a short walk to the school.  I
would have plenty of time to have a cup and make it
to class on time.

	We exited the bus through the back door and
headed directly to the coffee shop.  She bought us a
couple of lattes and sweet rolls.  We sat at a clean
white plastic table for two.  She asked me a lot of
questions about myself.  I told her all about myself.
By the time we finished our coffees, she knew all
about me, and my family.

	She asked me if I would like to visit her home
that evening.  I assured her that would be happy to
visit her, so she gave me a business card, after
scribbling down her address and phone number on the
back.  There was just something magnetic about her.
I felt safe in this woman's company even though the
questions about the rumored lesbian nuns implied that
she was looking to seduce me.

	I was distracted all day.  All I could think about
was the woman, and how I was going to explain to my
mother about wanting to visit a friend that evening.
I was deep in my own thoughts when I felt a hand on
my shoulder.

	The lay teacher of my history class was telling
me that the class was over, and it was time to go
home.  I was startled to realize that I was the only
student still in the classroom.  I gathered up my
things and headed for the bus stop.  I had a couple of
hours to think about my date.  I convinced my mother
that I had been invited to have dinner with a
classmate friend of mine.  The number I gave her was
Annette's.  It was just a short bus ride to the block
where Annette lived.  I was nervous waiting for her
to get home from work.  I walked up the stairs to the
entrance of her house, and sat on the porch to wait.
I almost chickened out while waiting for her to get
home, and I was just about to leave when she
appeared at the foot of the stairs.

	Annette gave me a warm smile as she climbed
the stairs to join me.  She hugged me before opening
the door and escorting me in.  She still looked as
fresh as she did that morning in the gray suit.  She
was wearing extremely high heeled shoes.  She took
me on a guided tour, and I was impressed by her
home.  It was warm and cozy.  She led me to the
living room and put on some nice classical mood music,
and excused herself, to change clothes.

	When she rejoined me she was wearing colorful
silk lounging pajamas.  The satin slippers looked
comfortable.  She had removed all jewelry and most
of her makeup.  She still had on her false eyelashes
and lip gloss.  She slowly turned around for my
approval.  I assured her that she looked lovely,
before she let me to her kitchen and dining area.

	She prepared a delicious meat for the two of
us.  We had red wine with our meal, and I was settling
down and starting to relax.  After dinner she put the
dishes in the washer and took two wine glasses and
the almost full bottle of red wine, and led me to her
living room.

	We sat together on a couch not much larger
than a loveseat.  After filling our glasses she sat the
bottle down and turned to me to ask me about school.
Her questions were all based on her days at the
school.  I was aware that they were working around
the subject of the sexual activities of some of the
nuns and lay teachers.

	It didn't take a brain surgeon to figure out that
she was feeling me out to find out if I was available
as a sexual object.  I was flattered that any woman
as attractive as her would be interested in a girl like
me.  I was just as excited about the prospect of
being introduced to sex by a woman like her.

	Her hair style was perfect, and she smelled of
very expensive cologne.  She placed her arm around
my shoulders and snuggled up close to her breast.
When my arm pressed against the side of her breast
there was no doubt that she was not wearing anything
under the lounging pajamas.  I could feel the warm
flesh of her soft tit molding around my arm.  I felt
sweat starting to drip down my face from my
forehead, and it wasn't that warm in her apartment.

	The nuns are always vigilant about the length of
our pleated skirts, but when we sit down the skirt
automatically rides up enough to expose a lot of my
thigh.  When she placed her hand on my thigh I
almost wet my pants.  There was definitely no doubt
that she was going to seduce me.

	When I didn't protest, she used her hand to
turn my head toward hers with the other hand on my
chin.  She kissed me on the lips very gently.  Her lips
tasted like the claret wine.  I thought she was going
to say something when she opened her mouth, but she
licked my lips, and when I relaxed my lips she stuck
her tongue into my mouth.  At the same time the
hand she had used to turn my head slide down my
front to rest on top of my left tit.

	She started removing the tie that matched my
skirt, and unbuttoned my white blouse.  I was wearing
a simple nylon support bra.  I really didn't need one,
because my breasts naturally stuck out like the
bumper horns on an early fifties Cadillac.  But on my
mother's advice I always wore a bra.  As she told me
that gravity was hell, over the years proud young
breasts would someday sag down to our waistline.

	Annette stuck her hand inside my bra to feel my
tit.  When I didn't resist, she proceeded to pull my
blouse out of my skirt and pull it free of my arms, so
that she could discard it.  While she was kissing me
with increased passion she unhooked the back of my
bra.  She interrupted the kiss long enough to remove
the bra and wad up into a ball small enough to fit in
the palm of her hand.  She also stopped kissing me on
the mouth so that she could suck on my nipples, while
she continued feeling the other tit.  It was all very
exciting, and had my heart throbbing wildly.

	At some point she placed her hand on the inside
of my thigh, and the muscles rippled uncontrollably.
She eventually took hold of the hem of my pleated
skirt and gathered it up so that she could tuck it into
the waistband.  That exposed my white panties.
Annette made the comment that even though my
panties were white nether Sisters Bernadette and
Mary-Grace would approve of me wearing hip huggers,
and chuckled, before stuffing her long fingers down
the front of my panties.

	I couldn't help sucking in air, because of the
shock of her warm hand stroking my pussy.  Because
of vanity I use an electric hair trimmer to cut my
pubic hair to an even length that would never be
longer than a half inch or shorter than a quarter inch.
Any pubic hair that sprouted beyond my panty line
was plucked instantly.  Her middle finger skillfully
manipulated my clitoris.

	I couldn't hold my body still!  I was wiggling
around constantly.  She masturbated me for about
twenty minutes before I had an orgasm that left me
quivering and exhausted.

	She withdrew her hand, and laid me on her
couch with my head resting on the armrest, and
placed my left leg on the couch cushion.  She turned
sideways so that she could address the job of
removing my panties.

	When she pulled my little nylon hip huggers free
of my feet they were no more than a little ball in the
palm of her hand before she discarded them.  She
sat back to admire what my body looked like.  She
must have liked what she saw, because she bend
foreword and kissed me on my pussy.

	I had heard about eating pussies, but I had
thought the prospect of putting my mouth on a smelly
pussy would be sickening, but Annette obviously
relished licking my pussy.  She even licked so far
down that her tongue grazed my asshole.  It was so
thrilling that I quickly had another orgasm that not
only left my body shaken, but it also ended with me
blacking out for a short time.  My body was still
quivering when I opened my eyes.  Annette had set
upright and was opening her lounging pajamas.

	As she removed the top she exposed breasts
that were large and the weight of them forced them
to sag enough to stretch her areolas from a round
shape to an elongated oval.  I couldn't resist sitting
up and reaching out with both hands to feel them.  It
was a thrill to feel her nipples poking the palm of my
hands.

	Annette gathered me up in her arms and
cradled my while she used a hand to feed one of her
breasts to me.  It was wild to suck on her tit like a
baby.  Somehow it was very satisfying to suckle on an
adult woman's tits.

	Now it was my turn to stuff my hand down the
front of her lounging pajamas.  As my fingers moved
over her vulva I discovered that her flesh was as
smooth as a baby's behind.  She obviously shaved her
pussy regularly.  I also discovered that her labia
minor dangled well past her labia major, and she had
metal jewelry attached to each side of her labia
minor.

	Annette told me that having rings attached to
her pussy lips allowed her to masturbate while at
work by sitting on the heel of her pumps and rocking
her body against the heel.  To demonstrate she
unsnapped the bottoms and removed them.

	I couldn't help but admire her nude body.  Even
the occasional mole just added to her overall erotic
aesthetic beauty.

	All of the girls my age had been looking forward
to growing pubic hair as proof of our maturity that
they thrilled at showing it off in the shower room at
school.  Seeing an adult woman that was beyond
taking pride in her pubic hair was interesting.  I also
wondered if having her labia pierced was painful.
Being so close to a naked woman allowed the
fragrance of more than her perfume to waft up to my
nose.  I had always thought the smell of a female
pussy was repugnant, but smelling her cunt was
intoxicating.  Still the idea of me sucking her pussy
the same way she had just done to me was something
I was not sure I was capable of doing.

	Annette stuck her finger into her own pussy,
and worked it around and in an out for a short time,
and then she withdrew her finger, and waved it under
my nose.  Her finger brushed against my upper lip,
leaving the fragrance of her pussy.  Every time I
breathed I could got a strong smell of her pussy.
She placed the tip of her finger on my lower lip, and
before I knew it she inserted her finger into my
mouth.  If I had thought that I wouldn't like the
taste, it was dispelled at that point.

	I didn't resist when she placed her hand on the
back of my neck and pulled my head down to her lap.
She held my face against her pussy.  When I started
licking her pussy the rings in her labia added to the
stimulation with my tongue.  There was even a
metallic taste added to the taste of her flesh and
her bodily fluids.  I stimulated her clitoris the same
way she had with my tongue, and probed the depths
of her vagina.  I got so excited licking her pussy that
I even licked her asshole.  To my surprise it tasted
sweet.  I wound up spending so much time probing her
asshole that she even had an orgasm.  When she had
enough of my eating her pussy she pulled me up on top
of her body and we kissed for a long time, before I
realized I was going to have to get dressed and go
home.

	I hated getting dressed!  I didn't want to leave
her.  Her bus stop was only a couple of block past
mine, and I could actually walk home.  Annette and I
hugged and kissed goodbye at the door before I
headed home.

	During the walk home I realized that my clothes
and body reeked of Annette's perfume, and my face
and hands smelled of her pussy.  I stopped at a
neighbor's yard and washed my hands and face from a
facet.  I figured that I could explain the perfume as
my friend's mothers' fragrance because she had
hugged me before allowing me to go home

     Apparently I got away with that story when
Mom asked about the fragrance.

	The next day when I boarded the bus to school
it was standing room only.  The first thing I looked
for was Annette and made my way to her.  She was
hanging onto the rail so I cuddled up in front of her
with my back to her after I greeted her with a peck
on the cheek.  Annette slipped her hand around my
waist in such a way that wouldn't be noticed by the
other passengers.  It was thrilling to be standing
there, rocking to the bus' movements, while Annette
slipped her hand down the waistband of my skirt.
She masturbated me all the way to school.  My knees
almost buckled when I had an orgasm.

	When we reached my stop I kissed her again
and promised to call her.  She had cautioned me to
call before coming for a visit.  I didn't figure out until
I was in bed that the reason she wanted me to call
was because she might have company.  I felt a pang
of jealousy at the thought of her having sex with
another woman or girl.

	School went pretty much as normal until lunch
time.  I was never thrilled to eat the cafeteria food,
so I ate it quickly and made my exit to the park
playground.  Sisters Bernadette and Mary-Grace
were both watching the girls to keep them out of
trouble.  Sister Bernadette spent the time reading.
Many of the girls thought she wasn't paying attention,
so they thought they could get away with doing
something inappropriate.  She didn't let anything get
past her.  When she caught them doing something like
smoking she would wait until after school to assign
them punishment.  Sister Mary-Grace was watching
the younger girls playing in a separate area.

	I approached Sister Bernadette, but she was
aware of my approach, and she closed her book,
looked up, and asked, "May I help you child?"

	I asked if I could join her before, I sat on the
bench beside her.  I asked her, "Do you remember
one of your old students named Annette Marks?"

	Sister Bernadette's face lit-up with recognition,
"Of course I do!  She was one of the sweetest girls I
ever had the pleasure to teach.  How do you happen
to know her?"

	"I met her on the city bus coming to school, and
she invited me to her home for dinner last night."

	Sister Bernadette asked, "Did you have dinner
with her?" and her question carried a deeper meaning.

	"Yes, I had the best time of my life visiting
her!"  My response also carried a deeper meaning.

	She placed her hand around my waist, and
asked, "By all means you have to tell me all about your
dinner date with Annette.

	I cuddled up against her body.  I noticed that
her habit smelled of her natural body odor.  She
obviously didn't use perfume.  The only fragrance
detectable was that of bath soap.  As I moved my
face close to hers to speak privately to her I could
smell the thick starch used on the white cowling for
her head.

	It was almost impossible to calculate her age,
because the only flesh exposed was her face and
hands.  She didn't use any makeup.  Her face had age
lines of course, but it still had a youthful look that
belied her age.  The hands were not those of a girl's,
but they were still smooth.  I would guess that she
was in her sixties or even seventies, considering that
she had been the teacher of a woman that was in her
thirties.

	She asked me what we had discussed over
dinner.  I beamed, "Annette told me all about the
fond memories she has of you and Sisters Mary-
Grace."

	Sister Bernadette asked, "Did she relate any of
our teachings to you?"

	It was obvious what she was really asking.  "We
spent a wonderful evening together, and what she
taught me was thrilling beyond belief."

	Having said that, I felt the hand resting on my
hip, slip under my butt.  A strong finger wedged
between the cheeks of my ass.  My sphincter
responded by clinching around her finger.  I knew
that my panties would have a brown hash mark when I
removed them.  I pressed my body against her black
robe.  Just to press my body against her breasts.

	The robes are like walking tents, they would
hide the figure of a model or a pear shaped of a
portly matron.  It was obvious the Sister Bernadette
had a full figure, and her breasts were big soft
basketball sized tits.  I could feel her flesh molding
around the side of my face as she hugged me.

	Sister Bernadette asked, "When do you have a
free period today?"

	"I have a study period next hour."

	She pulled her cell phone out of a hidden
pocket, and made a call to the lay teacher that
supervised the study hall class room.  She simply told
the woman that I was going to be with her.  As she
slipped her phone back in her pocket, she stood up
and escorted me to the nun's living quarts.

	Her room was a sparkly furnished thing not
much bigger than a prison cell, and about as
welcoming.  As soon as she closed the door she took
me in her arms and kissed me.  She was carful
removing my clothes and folded them to prevent
wrinkles.  When she saw my hip hugger panties that
barely covered my vulva, she admonished me for
wearing inappropriate attire for school.  You deserve
a spanking for that.  I had to stand there naked while
she removed her habit.

	She pulled a couple of hidden pins that held the
black material to the starched white cowling that
covered her head.  She folded the material very
carefully before placing it on a small table by her
bed.  She removed a rosary from the sash cord, and
kissed it before placing it on top of the cowling.  The
cord was draped over the table too.  There were only
a couple of hooks fastening the neck of the black
rope.  She pulled it carefully over her head and
folded it over a wooden chair.  I was aware that nuns
wore a white shift under the robe and baggy white
panties, ankle stockings and black practical simple
oxfords.

	When she was totally naked I took a good look
at her.  Her dark brown hair was cropped short.  It
was matted down with that tight fitting hood tied in
the back by straps attached.  She had felt her
breasts, and they were in fact as large as basketballs
and were soft flesh that sagged to her waist.  Her
thick thighs almost hid her crotch.  Her vulva was
wedged between her belly and thighs.  The dark pubic
hairs were just as wild as the hair on her head.
There was plenty of skin showing though.  She looked
like almost everyone's grandmother.

	Grandmother or not she sat on the side of her
twin sized bed and draped me across her lap.  She
gently felt the soft smooth skin of my butt.  Then
she lifted her hand and swung her hand fast.  When
her hand struck the cheek of my butt, there was a
resounding smack, and my flesh quivered.  When she
lifted her hand for the second blow, I felt a sting
lingering there, and knew that there must be a red
hand print on my butt.

	The second blow landed on the other cheek, and
the result was the same.  She spanked both cheeks
until by red butt was generating enough heat to warm
a cold room.  When she gently rested her hand on my
butt it just held the heat in, and it caused me even
more discomfort.

	She let her hand slide between the cheeks, and
her fingertips followed the moist valley over my
asshole and perineum.  Her finger slipped between
the folds of my labia major and minor.  When her
fingertip touched my clitoris, my hips jerked
involuntarily.  She actually masturbated me until I
had an orgasm.  She even toyed with my asshole.

	As I slipped from her lap to the bare floor in
front of her, I rested my arms on her thick thighs.

	She parted her legs to allow me to get a good
look at her cunt.  It was obvious that she had never
trimmed her pubic hair.  There were hairs growing on
the insides of her thighs, and even ringing her
asshole.

	I paid homage to her pussy by kissing her vulva,
and started licking her flesh.  She gently rested her
hands on top of my head while I sucked her pussy.  I
felt a certain amount of pride in pleasing her.

	Afterwards she pulled me to my feet, and had
me sit on the bed next to her and cradled me across
her lap and lifted one of those massive tits and let
me nurse on it like she was a mother.  Before the
hour was over we quickly got dressed in time to make
it to my next class.

	My only regret was that I didn't get to talk to
Sister Mary-Grace that day.  I caught my bus home,
and masturbated while smelling my fingers, because
they smelled like the Sister's pussy.  I took a warm
bath afterwards.  I changed clothes before mother
got home.  After dinner I called Annette to find out
if I could visit her that evening.

	Annette talked to me for a while and suggested
that it would be better if I find an excuse to visit
her over the weekend.  I struggled over how I was
going to get permission to spend the weekend with an
adult woman.

	It took me a couple of days before I realized
that one of my classmates, named Penny, was
obviously one of Sister Mary-Grace's special friends.

(That term is used to identify nuns who have a sexual
relationship with other nuns or another female.)

	So I made a point of sitting with her during
lunch.  I confessed to her that I had a special friend
that I wanted to visit her this weekend, and I needed
a cover story to tell my mother.

	Penny was amused with my predicament, but she
was willing to help.  She agreed to come home with me
and make a point to ask my mother if I could spend
the weekend with her at her parent's beach home.

	We took the bus to my stop and it was just a
couple of blocks to my house.  We had a couple of
hours to wait, so she wanted to know all about how I
had met this special woman.

	I told her about meeting Annette on the bus to
school one morning, and how she had introduced
herself, and told me that she was an alumni of the
school.  She asked about her favorite nuns.  I was
aware of the rumors about these nuns, and felt sure
she was making a pass at me.

	I used an excuse about having dinner with a
classmate, and visited her.  I gave her a glowing
description of how Annette had seduced me.

	Penny was excited by my story, and indicated
that she would like to meet her too.  After a check of
the clock Penny suggested that we could spend the
time doing something better than listening to music.

	We started hugging and kissing.  We opened
each other's blouses and started feeling each other's
tits.  We exposed our tits so that we could suck on
them.  When we got around to checking out each
other's crotches, she was amused that I was wearing
hip huggers.

	I found out that she had on a thong.  We got a
big laugh at the idea that if the nun's found out about
our panties we would get a spanking.  I assured Penny
that I had already been spanked earlier that week by
Sister Bernadette.  That caused even more hysterical
laughter.

	Penny was a brunette and was very mature for
her age.  She sported nice sized tits and a womanly
pussy.  We sucked pussy until we had both
experienced orgasms.  We were both dressed and
doing homework by the time mother got home.

	Over dinner Penny pleaded with my mother to
allow me to spend the weekend at her family's beach
home.  Mother didn't put up much of a fight, and
allowed me to go with her.

	That night I called Annette to tell her that I
was going to be able to spend the weekend with her.
Annette was pleased and assured me that she would
plane a fun weekend for us.

	I was so excited that I had trouble sleeping.  I
had packed a bag, and repacked it several times
before Friday arrived.  I even took the bus to school.
Annette was on the bus as usual, and we did stand
together, so that we could indulge in a little public
masturbation.  The fun was masturbating on the
public bus without the other patrons being the wiser.
It gave me an erotic thrill to actually have an orgasm
in full view of at least 50 people without them
catching on.

	We even debated if I should take my bag to
school or let her take it to work.  Then it dawned on
me that I should have left it at home.  I had plenty
of time to go home and retrieve the bag and have the
choice of riding the bus or walking to her place.  I
decided to take the bag to school and simply ride the
bus directly to her bus stop.

	After school there was no point to take the bus
directly to her stop, because she wouldn't get home
for at least three hours.  I simply decided to hang
out at school for a couple of hours.

	I simply went to the nun's living quarts thinking
that I might have a talk with Sister Bernadette until
I would catch the bus.  But she wasn't around, so I
simply sat in one of the chairs in the lobby.

	  The receptionist had already gone home for
the day.  There wasn't anything to do, so I picked up a
religious publication to read some articles while killing
time.

	I wasn't paying any attention, but when the door
opened there was a rush of air and noise from the
street coming through the door.  When I looked up it
was Sister Mary-Grace.  I couldn't help taking a good
look at her face in an attempt to guess her age.  I
suspected that she was close to the age of Sister
Bernadette or even a little older.

	She gave me a warm welcoming smile and asked,
"Mary, do you want to have a talk with someone?"

	I said, "Actually I was just waiting until it was
time to catch the bus.  I am spending the weekend
with a special friend, and she won't be home for at
least three hours."

	Sister Mary-Grace approached me, and sat in
the chair facing me.  'Would you like me to keep you
company until you have to leave?"

	"Yes, Sister"

	"Tell me about your friend?"

	"I met her on the city bus coming to school, and
she told me that she is an aluminous of our school.
She told me that you were one of her favorite
teachers."

	Sister Mary-Grace's asked, "What is her name?"

	"Annette Mark"

	Sister Mary-Grace's face lit up.  "Oh, I do
remember her fondly.  She was one of my very special
students.  Do tell me all about how you met Annette?"
She placed her hand on my knee as I started to tell
her my story.

	"I use the city bus to come to school and go
home.  Almost every morning it is standing room only,
but o Labor Day the bus had plenty of room, so I sat
down near the back door next to a nice looking
woman.  We struck up a conversation, she told me her
name was Annette.  She recognized my uniform, and
told me that she was an aluminous of my school.  I
enjoyed talking to her, so I started looking for her
every morning.  We became very good friends, and
she invited me to have dinner with her."

	Sister Mary-Grace asked, "How much did
Annette tell you about our friendship?"

	"I would say that Annette did show me
everything you shared with her!"

	"Everything?" she asked.

	We spent the time discussing our relationships
with Annette.  She told me about what a rebellious
girl Annette was, and how she was only able to change
her attitude by introducing her to the pleasures of
sex.  I told her how Annette would stand behind me
on the bus, and reach around my body, and stick her
hand into my panties.  She would masturbate me right
there in front of the people on the bus.  She did it in
such a way that no one noticed what we were doing.

	By the time we had finished recounting our
affair with Annette, it was getting close to the time
I needed to catch the bus.  I couldn't think of a more
pleasant way to pass the time than to be discussing
my love for Annette, with one of the women that had
taught her about sex.

	Sister Mary-Grace suggested that she drive me
to Annette's in the rectory station wagon.  She even
helped me carry my bag to the car.  I directed her by
telling her where to turn.  When we pulled up in front
of Annette's home the lights were on, so Annette was
obviously home already.  Sister Mary-Grace helped
me carry my bag up the stairs ad rang the doorbell.

	Annette was surprised when she opened the
door, and saw Sister Mary-Grace standing there with
her arm around my waist, and my bag in her other
hand.  The shock was short lived, and she reached out
and hugged the two of us together.  As soon as we
were behind the closed door Annette and Sister
Mary-Grace engaged in a welcome kiss that went well
beyond a welcoming greeting.  The way they were
kissing it was a wonder that the sister could keep her
cowling on her head.  She thanked the sister for
bring me to her home, and invited her to join the two
of us for the weekend.

	Of course she accepted.  Annette mentioned
that she was making dinner, and excused herself to
look after the meal, but Sister Mary-Grace followed
her to the kitchen with me in tow.  The three of us
worked as a team to make dinner.

	Over dinner the two of them reminisced about
her school days.  They got a laugh talking about all of
the times Annette had been caught disobeying the
schools rules.  Annette reminded Sister Mary-Grace
about the way she disciplined her.  She claimed that
the bare bottom spankings were bad enough, but she
did enjoy being forced to service her carnal desires.
They were having a great time laughing about their
adventures, and consuming a good bottle of wine.

	When our appetites were satisfied we gathered
up the remains and put the leftovers in the fridge,
and the plates and such in the dishwasher before we
adjourned to the family room to continue the reunion.

	Annette brought along a fresh bottle of wine
long with glasses for the three of us.  The tails of
sexual escapades continued.  Annette was the one
suggested that Sister Mary-Grace might feel a little
more comfortable without so much clothing on.

	The two of the chuckled over that comment,
but started unpinning the cowling from her head.
While she was folding it up very carefully, I got my
first look at her hair.  Like Sister Bernadette her
graying-brown hair was cropped rather short, and it
was matted against her head as a result of sweating
under the cowl.

	Annette stood behind her, and reached around
her to remove the sash.  She kissed the sister on the
neck, as she removed the sash cord.  She even
unfastened the neck of her traditional black robe.
When it was un-fastened the robe simply slid down
her shoulders to fall around her feet in a pile.  Like
Sister Bernadette she was wearing a simple while slip
that covered most of her legs.  When Annette slipped
the straps off of her shoulders the slip slid down her
body as well.  As Sister Mary-Grace gathered up the
clothes I got a good look at what the nun looked like.

	Sister Mary-Grace was a slender woman with
small breasts hardly the size of most 12-year-olds.
Her skin was not as supple as a youthful girl's, but
there wasn't a mark on her body.  The other thing was
the fact that her order didn't allow the nun's to
indulge in the vanity of shaving their pubic hair off.
When she lifted her arms she exposed an abundant
amount of dark underarm hair.  Her vulva was also
covered with dark tangle of pubic hair, so thick that
it was hard to see her vagina opening.  I was mildly
surprised that she didn't have panties on.

	Annette reached around her body and rubbed
her crotch as if to wipe moisture off of her old
friend's crotch.  She was doing it for my benefit too.
She spread the nun's labia open to show me what her
vagina looked like.  She even asked me to show the
good sister how good I was at pleasing older women.

	I knelt before the nun and clung to her hips, as
I buried my nose in the moist folds of her pussy.
Both of them had a hand on the back of my head.
They were pulling my head so hard against her pussy
so hard that I could hardly breathe, and I was loving
every minute of it.

	Annette had changed her clothes as soon as she
got home from work.  She had dressed for my arrival
before the nun and I arrived.  She was bare footed,
and had on blue shorts that we so tight they looked
like they were painted on.  The blouse she had on was
transparent and I had been staring at her brown
areolas and nipples all evening.

	Sister Mary-Grace moved to Annette's side and
started unbuttoning the blouse.  When she had the
blouse open she lifted Annette's breasts and toyed
with the nipples before she unfastened the shorts.
Annette was not wearing any panties either.

	The nun stuck a finger into her pussy and jilled
her for a short time.  She smelled her fingers like it
was the fragrance of fine wine.  She even tasted the
pussy juice on her fingers.  The two of them turned
their full attention on me at that point.

	The two naked women removed my school
uniform just as carefully as they had the nun's habit.
The two of them had me down on the thick carpeted
floor.  Annette was between my legs sucking on my
pussy, and the nun was sitting on my face.  She was
grinding her pussy and asshole against my nose,
mouth, and chin.  Annette also renewed her
relationship with the nun in full view of me.  I sat
with my back against the couch while Annette made
love to her old teacher.

	Annette sucked on those small tits, and left red
lipstick all over the small tits.  She ate the nun's
pussy with such relish that the smell and noise filled
the room.  I was masturbating while watching the sex.
After the nun had screamed out her gratitude to her
previous student's efforts Annette insisted on the
nun assume a praying position over the couch with her
face buried in the cushion where Annette's naked ass
had been sitting.

	I watched with interest as Annette parted the
nun's butt, and she licked her asshole lovingly.  I was
amazed that anyone would relish tongue fucking
another person's asshole that way.  They were both
making a lot of pleasant noises.  At one point Annette
sat back and looked at me, and said, "It is about time
you learn to appreciate the taste of a sweet asshole!"

	She grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled
me around and placed me between Sister Mary-
Grace's legs in front of herself.  She pushed my head
down until my nose was buried between the cheeks of
the nun's butt.

	Any other time I would have been upset about
being degraded in such a manner, but I would do
anything Annette asked of me.

	When I started licking her ass I found that it
was surprisingly sweet.  I dove into my work just as
ardently as Annette had performed her duty.  Sister
Mary-Grace was sweating profusely by the time she
cried out in pleasure.

	By the time we finished it was getting late and
Sister Mary-Grace announced that she had better
get the parish car back to the rectory.  Annette and
I helped her get back into her habit, and we saw her
off at the front door, because neither of us wanted
to get dressed.  We panned on spending the entire
weekend nude.

	For two days we made love to each other almost
constantly.  Sleep and meals were about the only
interruptions.  She ate my pussy until the flesh was
almost raw, and she rimmed my asshole just as
efficiently.  I in turn ate her pussy and sucked her
asshole enough to learn every crease in her sphincter.

	When the weekend came to an end we showered
together and I gathered up my belongings in
preparation of going home.  She escorted me to the
bus stop.  Mother was excited about my return home
and fussed over me while I told her a fictional
weekend that never happened.

	The next day as soon as I boarded the bus I
cuddled up against Annette for the ride to school.
She made good use of the time, by masturbating me
to an orgasm.  When the door opened at my stop, I
reached behind myself and gave her a squeeze on her
pussy.

	I had no more than entered the school grounds
and Penny came running.  She wanted to know all
about my weekend date.  I didn't tell her everything
that we did, but I did give her enough details to turn
her on, because I had plans on finding out how good
she was in bed too.

	By the time I got to Sister Bernadette's class I
was horny as a bitch in heat.  I stayed after class to
see if I could get a little taste.  While we were
talking I found out that she wasn't sporting any
panties under her robe today, and she let me know
that Sister Mary-Grace had confessed to her all
about the evening she had spent with Annette and
me.

	That was the start of a long career of pursuing
older women and occasionally a younger girl.



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