My Convent School Story (1928) Pt. 2

Our heroine gets into trouble and has to lick her teacher’s wet cunt.

After supper, when I had retired to the library to finish my Latin exercises, one of my schoolfellows pressed a note into my hand. Furtively, I opened the folded paper. It read:

“ Did you make a “good” confession today? I am sure we both did, as Father Aloysius could not stop smiling all through supper! Such an irony, is it not, that we must sin in order to be assigned penance! To tell you the god’s truth I find you so beautiful and captivating that I thought of you the entire time that black priest stared at my wet little cunt. Your Margaret.”

I looked over at the pretty 11-year-old girl with brown braids wrapped around her head and pert little breasts, nay just the suggestion of breasts rising and falling on her chest. I smiled at her and nodded. She winked back, and then we both dissolved into giggles at the long table. Sister Agatha looked up from the desk and shushed us, which only made me giggle more loudly. The sister’s face hardened under her starched wimple, and she rose in a flurry of black serge, the long rosary clicking against the desk.

Margaret’s round eyes widened in alarm and she whispered, “The old crow is taking flight!” Not knowing what else to do, I quickly crumpled the note and put it into my mouth, swallowing the bitter wad of paper just as the nun clamped her claw into my shoulder.

The nun motioned both Margaret and me to follow her into her private office in the library. Sister Agatha paced back and forth before her desk, as we stood before her, attempting to look penitent.
“We pride ourselves here on order and our incorruptible discipline, ladies. I will know the source of your frivolity in the library,” she said, her low voice grating like gravel under a cartwheel.

Margaret and I looked at one another. What could we say? That we were joking about the priest who had heard our confessions that afternoon, and our knowledge of his erotic enjoyment of them? Were we to tell her that the confessional was ripe with the scent of unfulfilled lust and that the very same hands that placed the body of our Lord into our waiting mouths were dampened by his own emissions?

That the taste of his seed added a certain piquancy to taking communion? Or that we had come to know that unless our confessions inflamed his desire we would have even harder penance to endure? Hardly that, I should think! So, there we stood, silent and watchful.

“Margaret, you have been with us since you were but a child of 8, but your friend is a recent student at our school. Do not think, young woman, as I will not deign to call you a lady, that I am not unaware of why you have been sent to us. Your licentious behavior is why your family sent you to us for discipline. You couldn’t resist it, could you? That book, illuminated with the most vulgar of drawings, depicts the most depraved acts! The sporting of the sparrow indeed! Was it worth it to you to read the writings of Vats Ayana, that heathen pervert? I will not allow you to corrupt other girls in my care, young woman.”

Shockingly Sister Agatha swiftly removed her black garments to stand naked before Margaret and I. “It is I and I alone who will do the corrupting of young girls in this school.”

The sister sat in a chair and spread her legs wide, looking at me she said, ”Now you little slut, you will make much pleasure by licking and sucking my cunt and you sweet Margaret will shower your sucking tongue on my nipples. Do you understand?”

I felt a blush creeping into my cheeks as Sister Agatha spoke. Margaret looked over at me, a similar flush staining her cheeks. But, even embarrassed as I was I kneeled between her legs looking into a cunt much wider and longer than mine and virtually covered with hair. The nun reached down and parted her lips and then forced my mouth to her wetness. Out of a sense of fear and excitement, I began to lick, seeking out her clit, which I found quickly and began to slurp like a hard candy. This sent the nun into shudders of pleasure.

I looked Up to see Margaret sucking tentatively on the nun’s long stiff nipple, and with a groan, Sister Agatha pressed her head into her breast while lifting her skirt and driving a long finger into her sweet young cunt. Margaret groaned and began sucking the breast like a suckling child.
My hand made its way under my skirts and into the folds of my already wet pussy. Giving sister Agatha pleasure was intoxicating and I loved the sounds my mouth and tongue made against her wet cunt.

I followed the nun’s example and thrust two fingers into her gaping cunt hole. The response was immediate. The nun lifted her body off the chair and groaned with pleasure, “More fingers all your fucking fingers you wanton little whore,” groaned the nun as I soon found I could sink four fingers into the wide cunt and it made her clit grow even larger, which I then sucked and licked like a Christmas confection.

I had a perfect view of Sister Agatha’s fingers violating young Martha’s tender cunt and the view made me wet, thinking I would like to taste that myself when we return to our dorms. I began twisting my hand in the nun’s big cunt when it realized if I folded my thumb that would slip in as well, soon my entire hand was surging inside the nun and I pushed down and out making Sister Agatha writhe and groan with pleasure.

Little Margaret was now bouncing up and down on the nun’s fingers and looked prepared to climax like the women in the book I had read I reached out with my wet fingers and; pushed one into her puckered ass hole. She screamed with pleasure and pain and came win a writhing mass.

At that same moment, Sister Agatha’s foaming cunt grabbed my hand pulling it involuntarily deeper into her cunt then just as quickly pushing it out with a force I never imagined possible as my hand was thrust from her cunt Sister Agatha’s spewed cum all over my face and hair. I had never felt anything like it: a shower of female ecstasy I moved closer to her convulsing cunt and another volley of fluid spewed forward landing in my already open mouth I moaned and came with my own fingers, wet with her cum entered my trembling cunt.

——

This was my introduction to lesbian love and my time at the convent school would never be the same.

It was I who left the next note, placing it on her pillow in the dorm room as her bed was almost directly across the room from mine. She didn’t see it until she was brushing her hair and preparing for bed.

On the note, I had written: “Dearest Margaret” she excitedly placed her brush down and glanced over at me with a look of furtive excitement. As she opened and read the note I became wet with anticipation.

The note read: My little flower weeps dew with every cherished sight of you. Come taste me when the clock is twelve and with trembling cunts let us delve.

The time did not pass slowly but in the interlude, I carefully removed my undergarments so that I would be ready for lovely Margaret. Though I was trembling with excitement I did refrain from touching the tiny nub between my cunt lips. I wanted to feel Margret’s slim fingers to taste the slickness there.

When the appointed time came and with the dorm asleep Margaret crept into my bed I kept my back to her almost wanting her to think I was asleep, Immediately her fingers were on my round ass and then slowly probing between my legs. I sighed and parted my legs for her. The deliciousness of her delicate lips parting my slick cunt lips was indescribable. She probed my folds until she found my clit and then let her fingers part around it like the flow of a river by a large stone. She slowly rubbed up and down my clit trapped between her clamped fingers. The sensation was so pleasurable I almost called her name out loud in an act of passion and love, As the river of her fingers lavished my clit the middle finger of her right hand entered me with a startling and delicious swiftness that took my breath away. This young girl was more experienced than she let on. Then her mouth was at my neck kissing and her hot breath was raising the tiny hairs there.

“Oh, my love, your cunny is so wet for me. I want to feel it convulse and wet my hand with its sweet juices. I want to taste you on my fingers, you beautiful dark angel.”

Margaret began grinding her wet bare cunny into my hip bone so that I could feel my pussy juices run down my stomach. “ See how wet I am for you my love, see how my little cunny weeps on your soft perfect skin.”

The tension of Margaret’s fingers on my trapped clit grew more fevered. It was like nothing I had felt before and wondered how it was that I had not discovered this method of cunny rubbing. Yet it was her finger how it probed the inner walls of my cunt and had wave after wave of pleasure burst forth from my loins. I knew that my roiling cunt would soon explode and dear Margaret sensed it too. She rode my hip bone like it were a wild steed and the feel of her delicate folds and clit grinding against me sent another wave of pleasure through me.

“Oh my love, I am nearly done for it…” sighed Margaret her hips made three long hard thrusts the length of my hip…she groaned against her teeth as a flood of her cum flowed forth from her trembling cunt lips and over my hip coursing down over my buttocks and stomach. It was more than I could stand I came on my new lovers fingers thrusting my body so hard against her cunt I elicited another wave of climax in her body. We thrashed together for what seemed eternity until our hearts and bodies found peace once more.

Before finding sleep in our separate beds we committed our undying love for each other.

🔞 Candy.AI 🔥 AI Sex Chat - Roleplay, Erotic Stories, Try for Free 🕹️

Please, Rate This Story:

(average: 4.29 out of 14 votes)