Convent Education By Alisha
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Memoirs are like a bag of peaches. If you drop the bag, they may start rolling down on all sides and we may find it difficult to pick them and collect them once again. Memoirs are like the bubbles in a beer glass. You sit in front of a filled glass, you can see a bubble originates from an unexpected corner and it travels to the top. When it reaches the top it lingers there for some time and vanishes without leaving a trace. Of all the memoirs, memoirs of our school days are most wonderful and cherished for a long lifetime. When I think about my school life, a smile blooms on my face. I love and cherish those memoirs. I still remember each and every nook and corner of my school. I was educated in a convent school run by catholic nuns. Our school is still maintaining its reputation with respect to the high discipline, educational standards, achievements in sports and games. The catholic schools have great reputation regarding their discipline. When we were subjected to the disciplinary measures including beatings given using thin cane sticks, we had felt the need for revolting and had cursed our parents for sending us to such a school. But while I now think as a mother, I agree with the disciplinary measures they adopt and I am determined to send my daughter to the same school.
My mother was a nurse and was getting transferred frequently. As she was not getting time to help me in studies she decided to put me in the school hostel. There were only about forty pupils in our hostel. Most of the students were day scholars. My roommate was a rich girl named Teresa. Her father was one of the patrons of the school. Therefore she commanded more attention and freedom from nuns compared to others. On weekends she was free to go to restaurants outside the school and eat food. She took me as companion on such occasions. As I was hailing from a moderate background I never had any pocket money and Teresa did not consider me as a parasite. She was always very loving and generous to me. She often gave her sparingly used clothes, which were becoming smaller to her size to me. But her under clothes did not suit me as our sizes never matched. She was having big breasts compared to other students. I have found some teacher's too looking at her assets enviously. Most of our teachers were young women who had just completed their college education. The permanent staff consisted of nuns only. The teachers were badly paid and they were offering free tuition for us so as to earn some extra bucks. Those students who were attending the tuition classes were getting more attention from the teachers. Unfortunately my mother had no money to send me to special tuitions. Teresa was having special tuition on all subjects and she never bothered to attend them on a daily basis. She would give me her notes and thus I did not felt the need for tuition.
Our school's Principal was Sr.Michele Mary, and elderly nun of around 50 years old. She was a high disciplinarian. She would carry a cane with her and she would punish the girls who are bunking classes and coming late. Our school assembly starts at 9.30 am and will be up to 10 a.m. All girls will stand in different rows according to their heights and will pray to god, then we will sing the national anthem followed by one girl reading the current important events from news papers. Then our principal will make a short speech on discipline and regulations. We would then march to our classes row by row like young soldiers. The second in charge is Sr. Alice who commended more popularity than our principal. She would never punish us, but would make us understand our wrongs and would advise us with a charming smile. Our physical education teacher was Sr. Jane who was a strongly built nun, with the figure of an athlete. I wonder how she selected the lifestyle of a nun, as she looked very sexy and her eyes always resembled like an animal on heat. We were advised to wear perfect size brassieres in schools. During the assembly teachers would be inspecting girls who are not properly dressed and those who did not behave properly will be taken to a secluded room and punished. Most of the time the punishment would be 5 blows by a thin cane on our buttocks. The hostel warden was Sr.Martha who was aged 40 and took music lessons in the school.
When I was in the sixth standard, my boobs began to get rounded. At first I saw my nipples getting bigger and within two months they groomed like a small plum. But my chest remained flat. My roommate Teresa was first to notice the changes in me. She would inspect them when we were alone, and would comment that I am becoming a woman. She had attained puberty by then. She told me about puberty and showed me her sanitary pads and explained about the monthly flow, which I may soon going to feel. Even though my mother was a nurse, she never discussed such womanly matters with me. Whenever I was staying at home, she would be busy preparing dishes, washing clothes and most of the time she might be having her night duties and was interested to complete her sleep in daytime. She had no spare time. She was doing some part time jobs like attending patients staying in their houses. She never missed an opportunity to make money. We had no house of own and my dad was not earning much. Thus she had much financial burdens on her shoulders. She never had much clothes other than the nurse's uniforms. One day Teresa asked me to close the door of our room. She told me that I should not disclose the matter she was going to show me to anybody else. She took a small book under her pillow and showed it to me. It was a dirty book showing nude pictures of women and men doing wicked things. When I saw the first picture, I was trembling violently. In the picture a black man was trying to insert his big penis into a white lady's pussy. I was seeing nudity of a man and woman for first time. I did not think that men would insert their penises into our pussies. How big his phallus was looking. The root of the phallus was hairy and the woman's pussy was looking like red piece of meat cut in the middle. There was a lot of hair around and above her pussy. Teresa saw my astonishment and told me not to get embarrassed. She told me we are born as products of such wicked acts done by our fathers on our mothers. She told me how she had pretended asleep and saw her father inserting his big pole into her mother's pussy at night. They would do it with the TV playing on so that adequate light would be there and Teresa would not be wake up. She asked me whether I had not seen it in my home. I have never seen such a thing. My father was away at work during day time and when he would be at home my mother would have left to her hospital. Perhaps they were doing it when I was at school.
Teresa turned the next page and I saw a man fucking a girl from behind. He was putting his hands on her breasts and was behaving like he was milking her. Teresa explained me that women get immense pleasure by their breasts being pressed as in the figure. I did not believe it. The lady in the picture seemed crying. Teresa put her hands inside my shirt and started feeling my boobs. I felt like blood was boiling. It was tickling at first and soon it began giving me immense pleasure. Teresa unbuttoned two of my buttons and applied both of her hands on my small boobs and started scratching them. Soon my nipples became tight and arousing. She put her fingers on its edges and tried to pull them out like removing them from my body. She was standing behind me like the man in the picture. She then uplifted my skirts from behind and started rubbing her things on the channel between my buttocks. I was not wearing any underwear. Soon I felt like rubbed by a flannel. Teresa had small hair on her thighs. I could feel them rubbing my buttocks and anus like a fluffy brush used to clean electronic devices. She turned another page and then we heard the foot steps of our warden outside. She used to walk making a noise rubbing her sandals on the floor. Teresa hid the book in a jump under her panties and opened the bolt of the door and took a book and started reading it in bed. I too followed to my table.
After a few minutes, we heard our doors opening lightly and in an instant warden Sr.Martha entered our room. She snatched our books and inspected them. She was happy to see they were of text books. She then scolded Teresa for reading books in bed. She then left the room making her departure sound. We used to put out light at 9.30 pm when a bell will be rung by warden. After that we should not make any noise or switch on any lights unnecessary. As per hostel rules nobody was allowed to sleep on other's bed. At around midnight I was awaken by presence of someone sleeping in my bed. I started to cry in fear, but Teresa gagged my mouth and she whispered to me. "Don't make any sounds, its me, dear". I was relieved to know that it was no demon. She then kissed me on my lips and opened my shirt feeling my boobs. She massaged my nipples and at the same time showered kisses all over my face and neck. She then inserted her tongue between my lips and I swallowed it. It was slippery but sweet. She then took one of my hands to her chest. I was surprised to find that she was not wearing any under garments. Her breasts were dangling and I could smell her fragrance from her armpits. It was full of sweat and aromatic like a cooked banana. "Do me , what I do to you", saying this she began to suck my small boobs. I could not stand the feeling. It was terribly pleasuring me. I felt her bigger breasts with my trembling hands. I looked for the feeling of her nipples. Contrary to what I expected, her nipples were very small. She was getting impatient. "Suck my nipples, dear like you suck your mother's". I had long forgotten sucking my mother's breasts. But I licked her nipples and soon my tongue felt her nipples getting enlarged. "Suck around my breasts, like this", saying that Teresa began to run her tongue around my areola and with each circle completed she decreased the diameter of her sucking area until she took my nipple inside her lips and she sucked them making me jerking around. She then put her thigh between my legs and began to rub my pussy using her thigh. "Imagine, this is the negro's penis you saw in picture book". She started rubbing. I could feel that her thighs were getting warmer, due to the friction and increase in her body temperature. My pussy had no hair started growing at that time. I felt some liquid starting to ooze from deep inside of my pussy and spreading downwards. Then Teresa made me rub her pussy with my hairless thighs. After some time she left me and moved to her bed. I heard some more wild cries from her after that, but I could not register the reason. This process went on for months. On a week end Teresa invited me to her house. I asked my mother's permission to go to her house and stay there for a day. My mother agreed and phoned to my warden to convey her permission. On Friday evening, Teresa's father came with his car and took us to her home. Teresa's mother was about 45 years old. Teresa was her youngest child. She had one sister and a brother both married and settled elsewhere. The food was excellent, and when the dinner was over, Teresa's mother asked us to go to upstairs and sleep. She told me that her husband used to come late at night and they would be sleeping in the bed room at ground floor.
Teresa bolted the door. She then opened her wardrobe and took one baby doll as my night dress. She threw it to me and asked me to change. I was shy to change clothes before her. We had not seen each other nude in daylight. I moved to the bathroom and without giving an instant to see my body I changed clothes. When I emerged from the bathroom, Teresa was standing there with a grim face. "Why did you hide away from me?", asked her. "Teresa, I feel shy to change dress in your presence", "Why dear, we are both girls no?", she said. "Teresa, when you look at me and come near me, I am feeling like you are a boy", I said coyly. "Ha,Ha, then what about when we sleep together?". "See, I am not shy like you, I don't have a problem to change my clothes in your presence", saying this she started opening her blouse. She removed them from her body, now she had her petticoats, which was purely insufficient to cover her breasts. Half of the globes were visible through the openings of her petticoat at arms. She then removed her skirt and it was dropped to the floor in another instant. "See, I am not shy like you", in one instant she removed her petticoat followed by her panties. She gave me a full- uncovered view of her breasts and pussy. Her breasts were bigger than I imagined when I felt them in the dark. I was seeing her pussy for the first time in light. I had felt it so many times. It was now fully covered with a fine mat of pubic hair. She had small hairs starting to grow on her thighs, and the hairs at her forelegs were curly. She did not wear any dress. She walked to me and asked me, "Am I beautiful, dear?". I was flabbergasted. "You are so beautiful, Teresa, I love you", I said. Teresa was overjoyed hearing this, she hugged me and kissed on my cheeks. "Dear, I love you, let me see you naked, please". I was not to deny her request. I stood there in silence. She took my baby doll away and there I was standing naked before her prying eyes. I felt blushed seeing her intent glances at me. She was looking at me like a boy looks at an adolescent girl. She then kissed me and sniffed at my cleavage. "Have you used soap on you dear?" , she asked. "Yes", I replied. "You don't do this anymore", she said. "Why?" I asked. "You are more fragrant than that, dear, you have the fragrance of a flower", saying this she began frantically sniff at me in my chest, in my armpits and she sniffed at my pussy too.
She then took me in her arms and laid me in her bed. She then rolled on top of me and behaved like the Negro man was doing in the picture. But she had no penis. She was rubbing her hairy pussy on my hairless pussy. After some time I too felt a slippery juice running from her cunt. Soon she moved to my side and intertwined my leg between her legs. She did it for an hour. Then she moved her head to my pussy and her buttocks were moving towards my face. Soon her breasts were pressing on my belly. She kissed on my pussy, then she used her hands to spread my legs even wider. She then did a thing which completely surprised me. She inserted her tongue into my vagina and started moving it like a penis inside the walls of my pussy. This made me on delirium. I saw her buttocks spread over my face. I too snatched for her butt, and immersed my face completely into her pussy. Her pussy hair was so soft. Some of them entered my nostrils and I sneezed for one time. The fragrance emanating from her pussy was so delicious. I too started licking her pussy. The more I licked the more wet became her pussy. It was like eating a pie, her pussy had a smell of burnt cake. She was moving her tongue like a penis into my pussy and withdrawing it in another instant. I pressed my hands deep into her buttocks so that red marks were visible on her smooth white but hairy buttocks. Soon we picked the rhythm she was planning and we achieved our first orgasm. I felt asleep after that. When I awoke, I saw Teresa sleeping like a child, with one of her legs placed on mine. It was Sunday, we went to church along with her parents. At afternoon Teresa sought my help to shave her legs. She said it inconvenient to have hair on her legs as our uniforms are long enough to cover only our knees.
She took some cream from a tube and applied it in her legs. After some time the hairs fall down and she used a damp cloth to rub her hairs and cream away. She washed her legs and it was so smooth. I wondered how did a cream do such a wonder. She then told me that it was called hair remover and her elder sister as a present gave it to her. It was labeled 'Ann french' . She told me that by hereditary her family is hairy and she said her mother's pussy look like a forest. I was exclaimed at her bold remarks and I asked her how did she see her mother's pussy. She then told me that she was curious to look at her mom's cunt and one night, she sneaked into her bed and removed her mother's robe and looked at it. I appreciated at her courage at doing such wild acts. She then told me that our warden Sr.Martha too had an immensely haired pussy. I was stunned at this news. She then told me that our warden is fond of young girls and she would cajole them to suck her pussy. I could not believe her words. But after one month I came to experience that Teresa was telling me the truth.
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