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Seduction by Nuns
By Jan
I was going through a terrible divorce from an abusive husband and was disturbed because the Church does not approve of divorce. The priests reputedly talked me out of filling for a divorce telling me they would talk to my husband, but he continued abusing me. I had endured broken noses and a broken arm. The straw that broke the camel's back was the broken jaw. I contacted a divorce attorney as soon as I got out of the hospital.
I lost all respect for my parish priest because he still insisted that if I went through with the divorce that I would be excommunicated and refused communion. I got so made at the priest I actually told him to get fucked and to never come to my house again.
There was a convent not far from my home, and located in canyon of the local foothills. One of the nuns regularly attended mass at our local parish, so I sought her out to discuss options I could pursue.
Upon calling the convent to make an appointment with her I drove up the hill in plenty of time before my appointment. I had visited the convent before and always found it to be a restful retreat from the pressure of urban living. The white walls around the convent isolated the grounds from the rest of the world, and the location provided a gentle breeze that insured that the updraft in the evening kept the grounds relatively worm at night and the down draft during the day cooled the grounds during the summer heat. The central building was their chapel and office with a dining hall as the anchor for the two wings for the residence for the nuns. The central garden was a restful place to contemplate or simply carry on a conversation with a friend. It would have made a lovely small college campus.
I parked my car in the lot in front of the administration office and rang the bell for admittance. I petite young nun in the typical black habit came to the door and admitted me. She asked me if she could help me, and I told her that my name was, Kathy Gaffney and I would like to see Sister Luke. The young Nun picked up the phone and dialed a number and quietly told someone who I was and who I wanted to see. After she replaced the handset in the cradle she smiled at me warmly and invited me to have a seat, and that Sister Luke would soon be there.
The straight back Victorian chair was not the kind of chair to relax in. I sat there very properly as the nun went about doing paper work at the desk. She interrupted by a phone call. She took some notes and hung up before calling a number and telling some the message.
About that time Sister Luke entered the lobby from another door. She greeted me with a smile, took my hand and asked me, "How can I help you Mrs. Gaffney?"
"May I have a word with you in private?"
"Of course my dear, let's take a walk in the garden."
She took my arm and led me through the door she had entered the lobby. It was a short walk to the rose garden. There were walk ways through the garden to a central fountain with a saint topping it. There were several concrete benches located around the garden. She led me to one that was shaded by a tree.
I told her what my parish priest was threating me with if I went through with my divorce of my abusive husband, and pleaded with her to help me.
She was very supportive. She comforted me with a hug and assured me that she would contact the Bishop and if necessary the Cardinal on my behalf.
I assured her I could get the hospital x-rays of all of the broken bones. After we talked for a little more time she invited me for a cup of coffee in the dining hall. We made our way through the garden to the dining hall.
I don't know what I expected, but the hall was not what I expected. There eight round tabled with eight comfortable chairs around them. There white linen table clothes on them. The kitchen was separated it was obvious the novices actually served food to the nuns. Sister Luke led me to the kitchen where we picked up a couple of cups and filled them from a large coffee machine and picked up spoons to sweeten our cups to taste before returning to the dining room.
As we discussed the possibilities, she was assured me that she was comfortable that I would be granted an annulment. That would vacate my marriage as if it never happened. As far as my local priest would be concerned I would be a virgin and he couldn't refuse me communion.
While we were talking I noticed several nuns coming in to socialize before the evening meal. Some of them were in traditional habits but some were wearing street clothes. The short matted cropped hair that looked like they had cut their own hair was the giveaway that they were nuns. Most of them were older women. I was disappointed by the fact that there were so few young nuns and novices.
When I became more comfortable I noticed that the conversations at the other tabled was far from religiously reflective. I heard them discussing far more earthy matters. I even herd an older nun discussing how much she wanted to get in the panties of a certain novice.
I was mildly shocked because nuns were supposed to be celibate. Finding out that nuns could be sexual and even openly lesbians was a revelation to me.
Sister Luke saw me blush upon hearing the conversation at the next table, and she suggested that she walk me to my car. We deposited our cups in a Rubbermaid pan on the way out. As we walked through the garden she told me, "Not all nuns are as celibate as the lay parishioners would expect. I hope you don't think any less of my sisters?"
"I had no idea that nuns could be so worldly!"
I had a lot to think about on my drive down the hill. There was the hope that my marriage could be annulled. If I had children would that make them bastards? If I chose to marry again would I be allowed to wear white again? Then the picture of that older nun talking about getting in the panties of a novice started me thinking about what they would look like naked and what they would do.
That evening I even thought about Sister Luke and tried to picture what she would look like naked. The habit covered everything but her face and hands. What I could see of her feet was just those ugly black square heeled oxfords. The only thing I could tell about her figure was that she had large breasts. The only hint about her waist was that white cord around her waist that was loosely tied with a heavy cross pulling the sash down in front. I couldn't even tell what color her hair was. Her eyes were brown as far as I knew, but I had never knowingly looked at her eyes. I wondered what kind of underwear she wore underneath.
It took a year for the church to grant me an annulment, and during that period of time Sister Luke and I had become close fiends'.
We had gone to movies together, and on those occasions she had worn street clothes. I learn more about her life and became comfortable in the presence of her in street clothes. I felt sorry for the way her hair looked. It was a dirty blonde. I was inspired to volunteer to style her hair for her. With a lot of hairspray I was able to give her a style reminiscent of the style worn by Doris Day in the fifties. She still dressed plainly and she didn't have much of a waistline. She had a youthful look that belied her true age. It took me awhile to learn that she was fifty-two years old, but looked no more than thirty-five. I still fantasized about what she looked like naked.
One evening when we had been to the movies I invited her to spend the night at my house rather than driving her up the hill in the dark. She accepted my offer. Rather than going straight to bed I offered her a glass of wine. By the time I suggested we go to bed we had consumed a full bottle of red wine. When we were in my bedroom I offered her one of my nightgowns, but she refused.
It took me longer to get undressed because I couldn't take my eyes off of her as she undressed.
Sister Luke removed all of her clothes casually, but folded each item and placed them on the hope chest at the foot of my bed with her shoes neatly next to the pile of clothes. Seeing her naked for the first time was a turn on. Her skin was a flawless creamy white. Looking at her breasts I could tell that they were at least 38-DD. Her areolas were no larger than the size of a quarter, and her nipples were inverted. It was obvious that she didn't shave her underarms because there was plenty of underarm hair visible sticking out from under her arms alongside her breasts. Her crotched was also unshaven because not only her vulva was covered with dark brown pubic hair there was hair on the inside of her thighs. There were fine hairs on her lower legs too. By that time I had removed everything except my bra and panties.
Sister Luke approached me and as she reached around my body to unhook my bra, she kissed me on the mouth. I was stunned by her bold move. As she pulled my bra free of my arms she tossed it aside. She was still kissing me as she started pulling my tight little panties down. She even knelt in front of me as she pulled my panties down my legs. She was eye level with my crotch, and the look on her face looked as if she liked the fact that my pussy was free of any pubic hair. She also must have like that I was wearing self-supporting nylons with my three inch heels, because she didn't removed them before she stood up and placed me on my bed.
She joined me on the bed and I could smell the soap she had used to bath with and her natural bodily odor. She slipped her left arm under my head, so that my face was resting against the side of her left tit. I could feel and smell her underarm hairs. For some reason the musky odor of her underarm turned me on. She kissed my forehead and assured me that she had been dreaming id this night for a long time.
I admitted, "I have dreamed of this from the first meeting at the convent."
She placed a hand on my right tit and felt it. She had to withdraw her left arm before she was able to bend over me and suck on my nipple. She licked the nipple and even bit it.
My body responded by quivering and my pussy felt wet. The sex was amassing. She lapped my pussy and sucked on my clitoris until it was driving me wild. When I eventually reached that point where I was breathing hard just before having an orgasm she used her right hand to stick two fingers into my vagina and the other two fingers into my asshole. That was all it took to send me into a quivering orgasm that left me exhausted.
I lay there until I recovered and looked down to see her smiling face resting on my pubic bone. I felt wonderful and happier than I had been in years. I wondered if I should do to her what she had done to me. Before I could decide or as Sister Luke sat up on her knees and walked straddle of my body all the way up to my head. I was looking up at that hairy crotch. The way her legs were spread her butt cheeks were spread enough that I could see just how hairy her crotch and asshole was. She had a very strong womanly aroma that also made me very horny.
When she lowered her pussy to my face she demanded, "Eat my pussy Kathy! Make me cum!"
I sought out her clit with my tongue, and she started rocking her hips back and forth rubbing her vagina and clit across my nose. My mouth was being flooded with her vaginal fluid, and eventually she even rocked backwards covering my mouth with her asshole. She demanded, "Stick your tongue in my dirty asshole!"
When I stuck the point of my tongue into her sweet tasting asshole she reached back and slapped her hand on my vulva and started stroking my clit with her middle finger. I had another orgasm almost the same time that Sister Luke had one. My face was covered with her juice and nose was filled with the slimy liquid, so I had to breathe through my mouth.
When we recovered we settled down in each other's arms to kiss each other lovingly before we drifted off to sleep. In the morning we were both embarrassed by morning breath, so we took turns relieving our bladders and brushing out teeth. I gave her a new toothbrush to use. We got dressed and went out for breakfast before I returned her to the convent.
I became such a regular visitor that no one had to ask who I wanted to see. One evening Sister Luke invited me to spend the night with her. I wondered how the other nuns would react to me spending the night with her. After the evening meal we retreated to the garden and while sitting on one of the benches we hugged and kissed for a long time. When we decided to call it a night she led me to her small room. It was very Spartan, consisting of a simple single bed, a little nightstand with a single lamp one chifferobe that contained all of her clothes. Not that she needed a lot. There were just a few habits and a couple of civilian dressed. She didn't need a lot of room for her undergarments and toiletries. When we got undressed I wondered about what we were going to do about bathing to do about bathing and such.
She produced a couple of flip-flops from under the bed and handed me a bath towel. She opened the door and we made our way down the corridor to a communal shower and bathroom. There were several naked nuns and novices in the humid shower room and bathroom. At least the toilets had stalls around them to afford some privacy, but few of them bothered to close their door while reliving themselves. As we entered the shower room I was surprised to see a couple of nuns standing under the spray of the showers with their backs against the tiled walls and young novices kneeling before them with their faces buried in the hairy bushes of the older nun's.
All we got was smiles from her fellow nuns as we moved to an empty shower and when she adjusted the temperature we got under the spray. Sister Luke used her hands to soap my body up. She took special care of my breasts, crotch and ass. I found it very embarrassing to be washed in front of other women, but they were all paired up and doing even more than what Sister Luke was doing to me. When I looked at the other nuns they smiled at me and held the heads of the novices and other nuns tightly against their cunts.
Some of them even stayed long enough to watch me soap up Sister Luke. Of course I lavished a lot of attention her DD's. On impulse I knelt before her to wash her cunt and ass. When we rinsed the soap from her private parts I buried my face in her hairy cunt. I ate her pussy until she verbally told the room that she was cumming.
We eventually after we dried off we made our way to the sinks in the bathroom to brush out teeth. We simple carried our wet towels in our hands as we made our way back to her room. The doors were open for the most part and as we passed I observed several of the nuns performing oral sex on other nuns. I even saw one older nun sticking her face between the cheeks of the butt of a sweet looking young novice. When the novice saw us she winked at us.
Back in her room the narrow bed was no problem because one or the other was on top most of the night. It was almost impossible to satisfy her. I sucked her breasts, cunt and asshole through a half dozen orgasms and she did the same to me. We got very little sleep that night.
Early the next morning there was a bell that she told me we had only a few minutes to get dressed before we had to go to chapel for morning devotions. She slipped on a simple while shift before pulling the black robe over her head. Then she tied the hood covering her head except for her face them pinned the starched while cowl over that and then placed the black hood over that and pinned it without a mirror with no more than a half inch of the while showing from under the edge of the black cowl. She put her feet into the black shoes and was ready to go.
I had to quickly put on my skirt and put my feet in my pumps. I simply brushed my hair quickly, before Sister opened the door and we filed into the chapel with her fellow nuns and novices.
The Mother Superior conducted the morning payer and communion. As I approached her she smiled at me. As she placed the host on my tongue I made my way back to stand beside Sister Luke that I noticed that the buttons on my blouse were mismatched causing it to be puckered and allowed the Mother Superior to look inside my blouse and see my naked tits. My nipples got hard instantly.
After morning devotions we made our way to the dining hall. We enjoyed hot coffee while waiting for breakfast to be prepared. There were a couple of lay women in the kitchen preparing a simple meal. Oatmeal and toast with sliced fresh fruit for most of them. Very few wanted eggs with their meal, because they were concerned about their weight.
I was famished because of all of the sex, so I asked for two eggs, bacon with gravy on my biscuits. I ate like I was starved, but tried to engage in conversation with the other nuns at our table.
They all inquired about my story, and they all expressed their sympathy when I explained about why I sought an annulment for my marriage. I also felt the thigh of the nun sitting to my left rubbing my thigh. Sister Luke was doing the same thing to my right leg. Before I finished my coffee both nuns had a hand on my thighs. I was getting wet and was sure that the back of my skirt would have a wet spot on it when I got up.
As Sister Luke and I made our way out we deposited out silverware, plated and cups in the Rubbermaid's. As we walked down the halls to her room I asked, "Are all nun's nude under their habits?"
She let out a pleasant laugh, "I can't speak for my sister, but in the morning it is expedient for me to skip the under garments before morning devotions. I do come back later to brush my teeth and pout on panties. I don't normally wear brassieres. I don't like the restrictive feeling and the chaffing under my tits. I'm sure several of my sisters go commando because when it is my turn to do the laundry several of them don't have more than one or two panties in the wash and there are sits-marks on their white under robes.
I also confessed that the nun sitting to my left had been stroking my leg too.
Sister Luke chuckled, "Sister Agnes is a horny bitch. She does give good head though!"
We retrieved our toothbrushes and headed for the bathroom. Upon entering there were several nuns already in there. We waited for a couple of sinks to open up before brushing our teeth. I felt rather naked not have makeup on. In the mirror in front of me I could see into the stall behind me. The nun sitting on the toilet had her habit gathered up around her waist and her legs spread as she sat there masturbating with her right hand. Of course all that was visible was her face and that was contorted in a look of pleasure and her eyes were closed. When she opened them she looked at my reflection in the mirror and smiled.
Some of the nuns had duties as teachers at a couple of local parochial schools. So they car pooled to the schools in a couple of SUV's.
Sister Luke was summands to bring me to the Mother Superior's office. When she knocked on the door there was a short pause before the door opened. The woman that opened the door was a regale looking. Her face was of undeterminable age. The only clue was the graying eyebrows and the lines created when she smiles. After Sister Luke introduced me to Mother Superior Joan, she excused Sister Luke and escorted me into her office.
I was duly impressed with her office the mahogany desk was massive with a simple green ink blotter on it. There was a wing on the right with a computer with a combination fax and printer next to it. Her desk chair was a massive tufted leather swivel chair. There was a matching tufted leather couch with tacks decorating the arms and base. It was a warm room befitting a corporate head. She invited me to have a seat on the couch and she sat next to me and turned her body so that she was facing me. She placed a hand on my forearm and asked me to tell her all about myself.
I told her about how Sister Luke had helped me get an annulment from m y abusive husband, and how she had befriended me.
She told me that she came from a wealthy French family, and had been sent to boarding school as I child. She had been so frightened and homesick that the nun in charge of her dorm and taken her into her room and allowed her to sleep with her so that her crying wouldn't disturb her classmates. The nun had not only comforted her with hugs and kisses she introduced her to oral sex in all its forms. As the years passed she remained in love with that nun and devoted her life to the order against her families' wishes.
She resented that the church is dominate by homophobic males that censor nuns that speak out against social injustice. They reprimand us for being political activists. Some of them would even disband out order and excommunicate us.
Cloistered here away from the world we are free to love our fellow sisters as we see fit. It is not often that a lay woman is invited within these walls. All we ask of you is to not discuss what you have seen to anyone outside these walls.
I assured her that I would honor her wishes, and she leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Her hand rested on my bare arm as she did so.
Having finished her business she offered me a glass of wine. When I accepted she stood up and went to a cabinet where she poured red wine in to two goblets. She moved very gracefully back across the room and handed me one glass. As she seated herself she held her goblet to her nose and smelled the fragrance of the wine. I followed her example and only tasted the wine after she did.
When we emptied our glasses she took my glass from her and rinsed them out before returning them to the cabinet. I watched her as she approached me again. She moved with all of the grace of a cat.
She sat down next to me again and took my hand and held it against her lap. She said, "I would like to be your special friend too. I would never interfere with your relationship with Sister Luke. I would just like your company occasionally. It's not often that I get to enjoy the company of worldly woman that smells of expensive perfume."
She released my hand, and when I didn't remove it she reached over and placed her hand on my shoulder and let her fingers slide down the front of my body until her hand reached my right breast. She gently squeezed it. She molded it like it was putty. When I started rubbing between her legs she kissed me on the mouth. She started undressing me slowly. With the removal of each item of clothing she held it to her nose and smelled the fragrance. She took special care removing my panties and smelled the crotch as well as sucking on the material.
I felt particularly vulnerable sitting on the leather couch totally naked. Having witnessed Sister Luke undressing enough times I knew how to undress the Mother Superior. I reached around her to pull the pins holding her cowl to the head piece. With the removal of the black cloth and white one as well I untied the back of the hood. When I pulled it away from her head I saw her matted gray hair. It was thick and coarse as steel wool. I kissed her on the mouth before proceeding to removing the rest of her habit.
I untied the white collar and discarded it before untying the neckline of her robe along with the white underneath. She helped me pull it free of her arms. The material gathered around her waist, exposing her ample breasts. They sagged substantially and the thing little blue blood veins were visible though her translucent flesh. Her areolas were no larger than quarters and her nipples were small as well. I started lifting them with my hands and molding them before I started nursing on her nipples.
When she stood up the two robes fell to the floor around her feet. She stepped out of them and all she had on were the ankle nylon stocking and the typical square heeled shoes worn by most nuns. Her vulva was sparsely covered with graying pubic hair. Her labia minor were visible and the skin had a distinct grayish color.
I used both hands to spread her lips open and buried my face in her pussy. She stood there stroking my hair and telling me what a sweet young woman I was.
When she had an orgasm she pulled me to my feet and kissed me. She placed on hand on my left breasts and the other hand on my shaved vulva. She diddled my clit until my knees almost buckled. I had to sit down before I fell down.
She knelt before me and parted my legs, so that she could inspect my cunt. I felt her warm breath on my cunt before she took my clit into her mouth and sucked vigorously. She was making all kinds of noisy sounds as she sucked on me. When I was about to cum I used both hands to grabbed her hair and pull her face tightly against my pussy. After I had an orgasm she sat back on the pile of her discarded robes.
She rejoined me on the couch and we hugged and kissed for a long time before she helped me get dressed and she put her habit back on. When she was dressed she went to her desk and produced a pack of cigarettes and lighter. She offered me one, but I refused. She lit one and took a deep breath before exhaling a gray cloud of smoke. She said, "Smoking and alcohol are the two vices the church allows us to indulge. The rest is an enjoyable sin that I'm addicted to."
The drive home I was deep in thought I hardly remember what took place on the drive home.
The next weekend when I drove up the hill for a little retreat I wondered what would take place this weekend. This time when Sister Luke and I were invited to the office of Mother Joan we were greeted by three very young novices. The novices were wearing only the white robes and cowl. The white robes allowed us to see the shadow of their areolas and nipples through the material.
Mother Superior Joan simply told the girls to prepare to wash our feet. The three of us sat on the couch as the three girls removed their robes and brought pans of warm water for us to place our feet in. They removed our shoes and nylons. In my case the adorable little blonde before me had to reach under my skirt all the way up to almost my crotch to roll down my nylons. I had developed the habit of not wearing panties, so she got a good look at my shaven crotch.
The girls washed our feet and dried them carefully when they disposed of the water in the pans they returned to kneel at our feet. The two nuns simply lifted their robes and draped them over the heads of the girls as she moved in to bury their faces in the moist aromatic pubic hair.
My novice simply pushed my short skirt up around my waist and dove in to suck on my clit. I couldn't get over how adorable she looked with her nose buried in my pussy and her crystal blue eyes looking up at me. Her hair looked like corn silk and was as soft as could be. All I had to do was sit back and enjoy being pampered.
As we had orgasms we had the young novices stand on the couch with their butts resting on the back of the couch so that we could eat their pussies. I fell in love with the blonde novice servicing me. I would have taken her home with me if I had been allowed.
Every visit to the convent became an adventure. Over time I got to have sex with every nun, novice and lay woman working there.
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