Nun Pussy Ch. 03

Quite out of breath, they lay on the floor, breathing heavily. It was some time before the nun adjusted her skirts and covered her nakedness. You have plummed my depths most wonderously,“ said Maria Clare.

Zachary arranged his cloak, marveling at his good fortune.

“You may spank me anytime you wish,” said the boy. “I would spy upon you in your privey a hundred times to be rewarded in such a delightful manner.”

“That is unnecessary.” The nun smiled. “Tell me, was that the first time you ventured to view a Sister’s precious secret?”

“It was,” swore the boy. “It was most thrilling.”

“Was it me you chose to spy upon or was it I who just happened along?”

“In all honesty,” said the boy, “I hoped to view the charms of young Rachael, the novitiate.” He swallowed and looked to see if her had upset the nun by his admission. “But I now swear that I am glad it was you.”

Maria Clare nodded. “Truly, Rachael is a beauty more of your age. You would much admire her hidden charms should you have the oportunity to view them.”

‘Truly, your body is magnificent beneath the consealment of your habit.” His eyes met hers. “And truly, you fuck deliciously. Your back hole is much tighter than Father Burke‘s and your buns ever so much prettier and softer to to absorb my strokes.”

“Surely your compliments invite a further exchange of confidences between us.”

“I look forward to that,” said the young man. He hesitated. “You spoke of young Rachael’s hidden charms. You have seen them?”

“I confess.”

“Perhaps at a time of laying hands smartly on her bare bum?”

“She is newly arrived and has yet to be introduced to bum warming but she will be. All noviates acquire the red bottom, many times, before confirmation.”

They heard the heels of a nun’s shoes on the stone passage outside. “Someone is coming. We will speak later,” whispered Marie Clare. “I did not believe your punishment would take so long. I am to meet someone else here. She turned to leave.

Zachary hurridly closed his robe, covering his nakedness. He heard the nun greet the intruder.

“Sister Maryam! Is it so late already!” Maria Clare sounded flustered.

“Are you not alone?”

“This is the young man I invited for special instruction.” She raised her voice slightly. “It is time to leave, Zachary.”

“Yes Ma’am.” The redfaced boy looked up to the senior nun, then down to the floor.

“You may go, Zachary,” Maria Clare said softly.

“I’m sure he has been well instructed, Sister,” Sister Maryam smiled.

Maria Clare answered soberly. “We each learned something. Don’t you agree, Zachary.

The boy nodded vigorously. He left to the coarse laughter of the older nun. The last thing he heard was, “Sister Maria Clare, you must tell me everything.”

*** “I came to ask if those pictures I told you about have any validity,” said Rachael. Are men actually made as they were pictured in The Good Mother’s book and do men do enter each other bodies as was depicted?”

“Most assured;y they possess the appropriate weapons and use them in the manner you saw in that book. I have seen and touched such a member.” confessed Maria Clare.

“How is it that you came upon such a revelation?”

“You remember the night we met on our way to excrete our wastes?”

“We revealed our secret parts to each other by candlelight.”

“After you left I chanced upon a lad from the monestery attempting to spy upon my person as I went about my business.”

Rachael giggled. “How terrible. Do you believe he witnessed as much of our persons as we revealed to each other?”

“He said he did not.”

“And you believed him?” Maria Clare laughed quietly. “I directed him to the catacombs where he accepted his punishment.”

“Oh tell me! What did you do?”

“I bared his bottom and strapped his arse until it was quite red.”

“Truly, did he lift his robes?” asked Rachael. Was that thing as thick as you surmised?”

The older woman nodded vigorously. “You would not believe the bulk that rose so stiffly from that place.”

“Did he not mind your touch?”

Maria Clare smiled mysteriously. “He did not draw away.”

“What, pray tell, did this object feel like?”

“Most firm, and hot to the touch. It has a life of its own and moved in my hand in a most peculiar manner.”

“Did you not fear he would force it into that place men say God made for it?”

Maria Clare shook her head. “He has had no experience with women.”

“Then he can little enlighten us in such a matter?”

“The young man is most eager to learn and is desirous of viewing our secrets . I feel certain he would reveal his weapon in exchange for viewing yours.”

“I ache to administer to his bare bottom as you did.”

“There is more,” whispered Marie Clare. “He knows women possess that opening beneath the hairy triangle we are not to think about. . .”

“But constantly do,” interposed Rachael.”

“Until , at times, we become dewy slick within that crevice.”

“As it does now?”

“Most certainly it has been so since the young man parted his robes.”

“Your tale makes my hairy nest moist as well,” confessed the younger woman.

“He says,” disclosed the older one, “that I possess more curls in that place than any of the Brothers.”

“You revealed it to him?”

“And more,” said Maria Clare. “I dare not reveal all that transpired.”

“You possess many pretty curls,” said the girl. “Was he not impressed?”

“You are amply decorated,” declared the nun.

“You excite me greatly. Let us undrape each other and ease that itch that consumes me.”

Maria Clare nodded. “I confess I long for your touch that brings such joy.”

“I am totally bare beneath my skirts.”

“And I.”

The older woman insinuated the younger one’s hand into the folds of her habit and placed it where she desired that intimate stroking. “I yearn for you to tease my tender place as well.”

“Young Zachary yearns to see how a lass such as yourself is constructed,” said Maria Clare. “Would you please his eye should the opportunity arise?”

“If modesty does not prohibit, I would have us naked together.”

The older woman gasped. “Rachael! Your fingers! I writhe under your sweet torture. Let us arrange ourselves that I may frolic in your garden as you cultivate mine.”

“And tickle to our heart’s delight.”

They lay in Maria Clare’s hard bunk. They opened each other’s habit to lay bare that place from whence many good feelings issue. Each moaned under the caresses of the other until their movements could no longer be controlled and their gasps could not be witheld. Each burst into uncontrolled spasms of ecstatic delight at almost the same moment.

“Someday I wish to kiss you fully,” confessed Maria Clare. “Do I shock you with my carnal desires?”

“I am a bit taken aback. I had not dreamed of such an act, though I heard it rumored that some Sisters do such things in the privacy of their cells,” said the girl. “Is that true?”

Many relieve themselves in such mutual gratification. I confess I do likewise.”

“You admit it openly?”

“Only to you, but most surely, we have already sinned.”

Rachael smiled. “I too confess to such fingering caresses on my person.”

The younger woman withdrew her hand from the nuns crotch and brought her fingers to her own lips. “You do not have an unpleasant taste,” confessed Rachael.”

Marie Clare nodded. “Many lonely nights, I please myself and lick my fingers. Often I have wished I might so contort myself so as to place my tongue on that ticklish spot.”

“It is impossible or nearly so,” confessed the girl.

“You too have tried?”

“I have,” confessed the younger woman. “Would not it be more pleasurable to allow another kiss it for you?” Rachael lay back, legs spread and moist parts opened to the cool air of the underground room. “Would you lick the juices from such a place?”

“Surely the flow of such a font must be be ambrosia.”

“My fingers, soaked in your juices, are flavored with your nectar. There is nothing repulsive to it.”

Marie Clare lifted her fingers from Rachael’s hairy slot to her nose. “The odor is not unsavory.”

“Taste. Our flavors are not so different.”

“You have tasted your own natural tang?”

“Of course, after those solitary sessions we have confessed to.”

Maria Clare brought the fingers to her lips, pretending innocence. “It will not kill me, I suppose.” She hesitated. “And I do love you, very much.”

“And I you.”

Marie Clare brought the moist fingers to her tongue. She smiled. “Ambrosia. It is ambrosia. We must sip at the source for our bedtime devotions.”

*** The following week, Zachary again entered the catacomb Maria Clare had chosen for their meetings. He eagerly anticipated discarding his robes and having the good sister grasp his prick in such a nice way. He was a slight man but well developed in the lower region. Already he was stiffening in anticipation He could absorb the punishment of the strap as little more than a petty annoyance compared to the good feelings entering the good nun’s holy bottom gave him. Last week he had rushed back to the monestery to jerk off while he mentally re-lived the woman’s hand grasping his privates through his own manipulations not to mention the invision of the little, back hole in the cleavage between those bulbous, female cheeks.

He was much surprised to confront young novitiate, Rachael, inside the candle lit room. “I do not understand.”

Sister Maria Clare stepped from behind the girl. “You will Zachary, I assure you. Rachael has asked to admister the strap today as a part of her training,” explained the nun.

Zachary, perplexed, shook his head.”

“She merely wishes to learn how, should she be forced, to punish someone to retain control in her classes.”

“I have done nothing wrong,” protested Zachary.

“I know,” whispered Sister Rachael. “I only seek experience, learn how it is done.”

“With my robes raised and parted?”

“If you would.”

“Sister Marie Clare told you what she did.”

“Yes.”

“And you are willing?”

The girl nodded.

Now Zachary was not the dumbest boy around. He sensed that the two nuns were merely pretending punishment in order to handle his rather large pee tube which, at this moment, was elevating to full erection. He nodded. “If you punish me in such a manner, should I not be allowed to take the same measure of your bottom?”

“That would be unseemly,” said Maria Clare.

Sister Rachael said, “Such a scene would be exceedingly naughty. . .”

“Unheard of,” snorted Maria Clare, hiding her smile.

“. . . but fair...” continued Rachael. “I offer my bottom as you offer yours. Tat for tat.”

“That’s tit for tat,” said Maria Clare.

“I was reluctant to mention tits in mixed company,” tittered Rachael, “We hardly dare acknowledge our own.”

Zachary gasped, astounded at the holy sister‘s talk. “I only spoke as it is mentioned in the old saying. A tit is what is offered,” said Rachael, simply.”

“You would offer yours? To a boy?”

”I offered a tat or tats to my bum. I think you should, in all fairness, do the same. Don’t you, Zachary?”

Zachary thought they were discussing their bare bums. He certainly wanted to see them exposed. He had never seen a young female bum, only that of a holy sister of the church. “Yes Ma’am. I would like to smack both your arses and hear how a strap sounds on anothers’s bare buns.”

“I do believer the boy is a libertine,” said Maria Clare.

“So much the better for us,” said Rachael.

“I cannot believe you would venture so far,” gasped the older nun, “as to bare a bottom you but recently bared to my eyes.”

“It was bared when you asked.”

“You would answer all such requests?”

“Should they meet my approval.”

“Who would have believed it would come to this.”

“You told me of clasping the boy’s poker. You marveled at its length and firmness. Shall we procede?”

”Hopefully we are alone,” said Maria Clare.

Rachael nodded. “The Mother Superior would be most displeased that we discovered a treasure before her.”

Maria Clare turned to the boy. “If you would lift your robes Rachael will give you a glimpse of what you will punish in return.”

Zachary nodded. He lifted the hem of the long robes until he was bare to the waist.

The nun nodded gravely at the taut cheeks and as he turned a bit of the extended pecker nosed upward. Sister Rachael grasped the hem of her habit and turned her back on him. She bent forward and lifted the black skirts of her habit above her hips.

The boy could not believe such beauty. Never had he viewed such pale roundness. Slender columns rose from her black stockinged calves to full blossoming thighs to the naked, double loaved bottom exposed in its full majesty. Zachary gasped at the beauty. His eyes, for the minutest part of a second, caught the few stray, black hairs the protruding below what he could only think of as paradise.

Quickly, the robes fell to cover the young nun’s secret parts. She turned to the boy, her face flushed but serenely innocent.

Maria Clare sounded all business. “We are ready to begin. Shall I demonstrate how it is accomplished?”

“I’ll manage,” said Rachael. She pressed Zachary forward. He placed his hands on his knees as he had been taught. The young nun raised his cloak higher and bared the taut buns to her virgin eyes. She gasped and ran her hands over the smooth hide and was amazed at how much it excited her.”

“You forgot the strap,” reminded Maria Clare.

“I would prefer using my hand.”

The older woman shrugged.

Rachael pressed her hand under the boy from the side and encountered the stiffness of the youth’s cock. She squeezed. The boy reacted by moving back and forth in her closed fingers. She had never imagined such a thrill. She seemed frozen as in a dream.

“Well? Are you going to lay it on him or not?” Maria Clare’s patience wore thin. She wanted her turn. Then, after punishing the boy, they could go about their fingering of each other beneath their habits.

“I’m seeking how to hold him while I strike the target.”

“Just do it.”

Rachels hand slapped tentatively. A weak sound echoed from the compressed flesh.

“You can do better that,” said Maria Clare.

“Harder, said Zachary, “You can smack harder. I can take it.”

With each smack, Zachary pressed his bar of flesh further into Rachael’s closed fist and withdrew. It was ever so much better that what he did with his own fingers. He wondered what would happen if he shot the white stuff.

“My turn,” interrupted Maria Clare. “I want to punish him a bit.”

“Maybe it should be his turn next. He should spank one of us.”

“I never agreed to let him do that,” protested Maria Clare.

“Fair is fair.”

“Then it is you. I will watch.”

“Only if I see you absorb the same.” Rachael sounded adament.

“I cannot believe you‘d expose yourself to a mere boy.”

“I already have, for a moment. It has no lasting effect.”

“How dare you?”

“Like this.” Rachael lifted her skirts high for a moment, exposing all below the belt for a second. “Try it. It airs to those parts we hide from the light. Let them breathe.”

“And if I do? Maria Clare breathed in her courage.

“Perhaps it will lead to ambrosia for all.”

Maria Clare’s mouth tightened, but she nodded. The older nun grasped her skirts and lifted them high. Zachary peeked from his bent over position. He had, for the moment, forgotten the older woman’s cunt hair was red. And there was so many curls in that vee where her legs came together. Her skin was fair and her bottom, more massive than he remembered, was firm and superbly rounded. He could imaged the sound of his hand connecting with those soft mounds of flesh. He almost lost his load.

“Nicer than I could have imagined,” whispered Rachael.

“I feel foolish,” said Maria Clare.

“What do you think Zachary?”

“She is most lovely,” said Zachary. “You both are.”

“Which bums would you most like to spank?” There was flirting lilt to the young woman’s voice.

Zachary shook his head. “I could never choose between you.”

“I’ll help.” Rachael stood beside the nun and lifteded her skirts. With their backs turned they bent and presented their plump asses, side by side.

Zachary straightened and moved to the two barred bottoms. Tentatively he smacked one and then the other.”

“Warm me,” moaned Rachael after the third slap.

“If you must do it, do it harder,” instructed Maria Clare. Zachary laid it on, first one resounding cheek and then another. Both sets of buns jiggled and danced under his hand. Zachary’s erection was about to spout without a helping hand. After one delicious smack at an upward angle, his fingers detected slick moisture at the core Curious fingers probed the the older nun and he was amazed at her wetness and the ease with which they entered there. He was more surprised when she pushed back on those same fingers until they were completely inside her slick, smooth pasage.

Maria Clare emitted a long low moan.

Zachary stepped between them and, with his left hand, probed the younger woman with the same result.

“He has his fingers in the hole I pee from,” moaned Maria Clare.

“The feeling is glorious,” said Rachael. “I don’t know if I can stand it.”

“Don’t stop,” begged Marie Clare. “Please don’t stop.”

Enboldened by the nuns reaction, Zachary continued to probe the women from the rear. “I adore your pretty, fat asses,” he whispered.

“Is that where you have your fingers,” groaned Rachael.”

“I’m tickling your pussies,” said the boy. “They want for a hard cock to soothe them.”

“That would certainly be sin,” whispered Maria Clare. “Such an act must have a frightful name for it.”

“Fucking,” said Zachary, “Cock in pussy is called fucking.”

“Would you do that to us,” asked Rachael.

“Never!” declared the older sister. “Use your fingers only.”

“I must fuck,” said the boy. “My cock is so hard it hurts.”

“I want it,” moaned the young nun.

“No!,” said Maria Clare. “It’s a sin.”

“Do her first.” begged Rachael. “She might leave if you do me. I promise I’ll wait for you.”

“I’ll fill her cunt,” said the boy. “I’ll fill her good.”

“No,” wailed the nun. “You cannot enter there. Fill me in back as you did before.”

“You have had him before?” asked the girl.

Zachary moved behind the older woman’s large behind, parted the soft cheeks spit upon his weapon and aimed it at the crinkled rosette. He plugged the woman to his balls in one mighty thrust.

Maria Clare screamed and tried to pull away. “You’re killing me. I can’t stand it.”

Sister Rachael straightened to watch the boys cock slide into the nun’s small, back hole untll all she could see was his tight buns pressed to the larger, softer flanks. Soon, the boy withdrew from the fleshy cushion only to ram forward again. He held the nuns hips in a steel grip to keep her from pulling away.

“I would not have thought it possible,” breathed Rachael.

“I’m fucking her,” marveled the boy. “I’m rammed right up her tight arse hole. I’m fucking her.”

“Let me go!” Maria Clare moaned. “I remain tender from your last mounting. You are too much. I am filled to overflowing and you make me feel most strange.”

Rachael dropped to her knees to better observe the junction. “He really does enter your nether hole,” she marveled, “He withdraws and moves it in as we do with holy candles in our holy place.”

“You candle your cunts?” asked the boy without slowing his movements. ”You should not speak of such things,” wailed Maria Clare. “A mere youth should not know of such things.”

“He knows about fucking.” The young woman tasted the sound of the forbidden word for the first time and found she liked it. “He knows how to fuck your arse. Don’t you like being fucked?”

“It becomes better. Now that I grow accustomed to it, I find many pleasant sensations.” The older nun gasped. “They grow stronger. I think I am. . . I think I ammmm. . . I think I am going to do what you made happen with your fingers! I think I am. . . Doing IT! The woman slipped to her knees. Zachary’s cock slipped from its haven and for a moment his hips moved back and forth while his hard cock pumped the air.