Date: Mon, 23 Feb 2004 13:32:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Marie LeClare <marieleclare@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Nuns of India - lesbian adult youth

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.

The Nuns of India Ff
By
Marie LeClare

NOTE: This is as it was told to me by a woman who lived it.

My mother died having me and by the time I was 12 I was helping in the
fields, alongside my father until that terrible accident when my father was
killed. Since we lived in a poor village and I had no relatives, it was
either I beg on the streets of Calcutta or be taken in by the nuns. I
didn't think I would be selected to be taken in by the nuns because they
didn't have a big community but one day I was notified by the village
elders that I had been selected.

I didn't know much about these strange people with their black robes, who
kind of reminded me of the penguins I had seen in picture books, but they
seemed pleasant enough and greeted me with hugs. Actually when the Holy
Mother hugged me she also rubbed my back, which I thought was another form
of greeting so I rubbed her back in return.

Upon entering the community I was assigned a small bed lined up in a row
with the other young girls, and was told to get ready for my bath. I
thought this was wonderful because we only had a communal bath in my small
village, and the water wasn't always clean.

I was taken to the room for baths and saw a bathtub big enough to float a
boat I thought, and filled with clean water. Sister told me to undress and
she had a pleasant smile as she helped me, telling me that I was lucky to
have been chosen, and that I was a beautiful girl. She had even laid out
some clean beautiful clothes for after my bath.

I didn't feel beautiful, although my body was going through some changes,
and I had a few strands of hair under my arms and on my pussy, and my chest
seemed to be getting bigger, although my breasts were about the size of
walnuts.

After I had climbed into the tub sister sat on the edge, with one foot
tucked under her, and picked up the bar of soap and thoroughly washed my
long hair. Then she picked up the scrub brush and washed my hands and feet,
all the time or so I thought, looking at my pussy and my tiny breasts.

Then she told me to get on my knees so she could wash between my
legs. Dropping the brush she put one hand behind my back and rubbed as her
soapy hand started to rub my pussy. I was getting the strangest feeling
between my legs like a volcano was going to erupt. As I started to pull
away in fright, sister held me tighter and moved her hand from my back to
cup my breast and pull and twist my tiny nipple, as she started rubbing my
pussy furiously in a little circle, while rocking her body on the foot she
had tucked under her.  Then it happened. Something strange and wonderful. A
feeling I had never felt before. My first orgasm. Sister just smiled, kept
rocking and rubbing my pussy until it happened again and again.

The next day I had to go and see the nurse at the infirmary for a
checkup. She was one of the nuns who had gone to nursing school. She asked
me to undress and hop up on the scale. After weighing me, she had me go
into this smaller room and told me to get up on the table and put my feet
in these metal things. Then she put this strange bandage around my arm and
made it get tighter and tighter until I though it was going to break my
arm, but all of a sudden it stopped and with a whoosh it was taken off.

Sister nurse then pressed her hands all over my body and lifted my arms and
pulled softly on the few strands of hair, and announced that she would have
to do the taste test. Lifting my arm away from my body nurse started to
lick my underarm, which she seemed to enjoy because she walked around to
lick the other side.

As she walked to the end of the table I noticed that her uniform had risen
up to almost the top of her legs, and that she had very pretty legs. I
could also see that she wasn't wearing any underwear, and that she was very
hairy. She stopped at the end of the table and lowered her head to continue
the taste test I assumed because I could feel her tongue licking my other
hair between my legs.

I started to get that same feeling that I had felt in the bath between my
legs, and it must have been hard work on nurse because she started to
breathe very hard and I noticed one of her hands was between her legs and
it appeared that she was scratching herself. It must have been very itchy
because nurses hand was moving very fast and it felt her tongue was moving
just as fast on my pussy.

She continued licking my pussy in every direction until soon I was
squirming on the table unable to hold still. Soon that wonderful feeling
overcame me and I thought I was going to pee but I couldn't stop, and let
out a little squeak, as nurse kept scratching. It must have stopped itching
because nurse held her breath for a moment before moaning into my
pussy. Standing up and pulling down her uniform nurse said that I had
passed the tests and I could go.

As I was getting on at school with my studies they let me play soccer and
volleyball but on Sundays we had to do something called make confession,
and since we didn't have any priests, Holy Mother would hear our
confession.

The first time it was my turn to make this confession I had heard about
they made me wait until the last, and wanted me to go into this little
scary room. I wouldn't go. They told me I had to, but I yelled and screamed
that I was scared until Holy Mother came out of the other little room and
told me she would hear my confession in her room.

She took me by the hand and we entered this little room with only a little
bench to sit on, so she had me sit on her lap, asking me if I would like to
make a confession. I didn't know what I was supposed to confess to so I
told her that I had taken an extra bun at breakfast which I didn't know if
it was bad or good but I told about it anyway.

As I sat on Holy Mothers lap I felt her hand on my leg patting it softly
and rubbing gently until it disappeared up under my skirt. It felt very
soothing even when I felt her fingers softly rubbing my little pussy
through my plain cotton panties. As she pulled them aside and went back to
softly rubbing my pussy she asked if I ever had any naughty feelings there
at night. I told her yes but not as much as when sister gives the baths or
sister nurse does the taste test.

She told me it was alright if another woman does that but to never let a
man touch your pussy. Then she did the strangest thing. She had me kneel on
the floor and lifted up her black robes to expose a very hairy pussy. With
her legs parted wide she told me in order to receive absolution for my sins
I must drink at the altar of holiness, and pulled my face to her
pussy. Then she told me to stick out my tongue and lick her pussy.

When my tongue touched the hair it felt ticklish and the taste wasn't
objectionable so I pressed my tongue hard against her pussy trying to
imitate what nurse had done to me during the taste test. I was licking so
hard that my jaw was starting to hurt when Holy Mother let out a gasp,
pulled my head harder against her pussy, and filled my mouth with a very
pleasant tasting liquid that tasted somewhat like sweet honey.

I decided that this was a very pleasant life and became a nun. Now, would
YOU like to drink at the altar of holiness? <EG>.

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