Tale of a Naughty Nun

Chapter 13

Sister Chastity knew the only way to cleanse herself of her sins was through prayer and self denial. She also knew that the only way she could cleanse herself and her habit of Father Black' seed was to throw her clothes into the laundry and to have a long, scalding hot shower. What she didn't know was how she was going to make it all the way from the church to her cell without anyone noticing the state she was in.

For once, God was on her side as she practically ran all the way to her room. The only other nuns she bumped into were old Sister Agatha and even older Sister Ruth. They were both nearly blind and often supported each other around the convent. While their sight was failing, however, their other senses were fully attuned and they voiced their disapproval of the young novice running through the cloisters. The only thing that stopped them making even more of a fuss was the distinct smell of a man's c*m that assaulted their sense of smell as the younger woman rushed by. It was a scent neither of them had known for a long time but one that neither of them had ever forgotten and they smiled to themselves in private reminiscence.

Sister Chastity's cheeks burned in shame as she was sure they older nuns could discern her sins but she made it back to her room and slammed the door shut. They were not allowed locks on their door but the one saving grace was that they each had their own private en-suite. Stripping off her habit and veil, she almost burst into tears once again when she was reminded of her nakedness beneath her clothes and wondered why Father Black had instructed her to leave her moist knickers on the altar. What was he going to do with them, she wondered?

Turning on the hot water to the highest setting she could bear, she scrubbed her face and naked body as if she could wash away her sin and humiliation with soap and water. After the longest shower she had ever had, however, she knew this was not the case. Turning off the water and drying herself quickly, she walked back through to her bedroom.

As she began to look out fresh underwear she suddenly became more aware than she had ever been of her naked body. She had often been naked after her daily shower, of course, but today, for the first time ever, she saw her body as a woman's body. She looked at her own breasts, the curve of her hips, her thighs, and the hair that had grown between her legs. She had never been so conscious of the changes she had undergone as she had grown from girl to woman but now she could barely tear her eyes away.

She began to draw her hands, which had been unconsciously resting on her thighs, up along the smooth skin of her hips, her fingertips just brushing against the skin. She had never touched herself like this before and it felt quite ticklish but nice at the same time. Without thinking about what she was doing, her right hand began to make its way up along her chest between her breasts. She walked over to the only small mirror she was allowed and watched as her fingertips slowly traced the shape of one breast then the other.

Her breasts had never interested her before; in fact they were something of a nuisance being so large on her small frame. Large and full, she thought to herself, as she let her fingers linger for a few moments more. Gliding the fingertips of both hands now along the curve of both breasts, she could feel her n*****s becoming firm. As her fingertips brushed over her them, she was surprised at how sensitive they were. They had felt like this before and she suddenly felt quite dizzy at the intense pleasure she was realising could be found in her own body.

Sister Chastity was so enthralled by what she was seeing in the mirror and what she was feeling in her breasts that it took her a few moments to become aware of the moisture between her legs. She tore her eyes away from the mirror and watched as her right hand, seemingly with a mind of its own, slide down her body until it reached what Father Black had called her "hairy pussy

Instinctively her fingers moved over her swollen lips, and the innocent girl's knees almost buckled as she brushed what felt like a little button. She was so overcome by the sensation that she fell on to her bed. Sitting there for a moment, breathing heavily, she tried to work out what was happening to her but still she allowed her fingers to caress her naked flesh and she forgot all about sin and rules.

She knew she wanted to touch that little button between her thighs again and she tentatively stroked her fingertip over it. Her whole body seemed to react and she had to stop herself from crying out in pleasure, a pleasure so intense that it was almost painful. Breathing heavily now, reluctantly, her fingers moved back down while her palm rested over her clit, holding it there for a few moments, amazed at the heat coming from this part of her body. Her moistness was just enough to allow one fingertip to slip inside and this time she couldn't stop a small moan from escaping. Each new sensation astounded her but she knew now what she wanted.

Removing her juice-covered finger, she moved it back to that magic button. Prepared in some small way now, the young novice closed her eyes and let the pleasure wash over her. She returned to playing with her n*****s with one hand while the other continued to caress round and round her clit, building up the courage to slowly stroking up and down directly on it. Fred had done it earlier, but doing it by your own self and doing it by your own hands and fingers led her to feel something strikingly different.

Each rush of pleasure was more intense than the last as each new sensation seemed to be slowly driving her out of her mind. Nothing existed now but her desire for pleasure, a pleasure that she was still shocked to realise could be found in her own body. She could feel something inside her rising, just as her hips were rising off the bed. Her eyes squeezed shut, her whole body tensed, her fingers continued to run faster and faster over that incredible button. Then it happened.

It felt as if something powerful had suddenly been released as her body was washed by wave after wave of excruciating pleasure. She didn't know how long it lasted but, finally, exhausted, it stopped and her body began to relax. That was when she began to feel guilty.

As the pleasure receded and her head began to clear, Sister Chastity realised what she had done. She had sinned; she had sinned as she had sinned before and she cried out in torment as she realised that Father Black must be right – she was a slut!

Even though she was not aware that the pain on her face had been seen, Mother Superior, Sister Teresa had however seen it plain and clear on the face of the young novice. She was not unknown to the pleasures of flesh and she had known it all too well from the tell-tale signs of her gait. She was in pain and had difficulty in walking, not to mention that she was looking down at the floor as if she wanted to be swallowed in whole.

It was the walk of shame and also one of pain. But she was just a child, if the priest had some how harassed her in some way then should be definitely taken up with Reverend Mother. Sister Chastity might be anything but she was an innocent little girl who was devoted to her life at the monastery and that kind of devotion was almost impossible to find in today’s time. Whatever it might be, Sister Teresa knew that she had to confront, Father Black and he was going to answer for what he had done to the poor child!!

Father Black was indeed thinking about the young novice but not in a way that would have pleased Mother Superior. Like the two nuns he had rushed back to his room but, unlike them, he was carrying a precious treasure. Sister Chastity's knickers were burning a hole in his trousers and he knew he wouldn't be satisfied until he had c*m in them. As he reached his room he closed the door but even his did not have a lock. Not that he was worried that there was any chance of being disturbed; none of the nuns would dare to enter without his express permission.

As he pulled Sister Chastity's large, wet knickers from his pocket, he began to get hard. Settling down on his big leather chair behind his desk, he held them to his nose and sniffed the heavily-stained spot, the very spot that was lucky enough to be constantly touching her p***y. Immediately his c**k grew to its full length and throbbed in anticipation as he freed it from its confines.

As he inhaled her musky aroma he knew his c**k was harder than it had ever been and he knew it was time to give it some attention. Its tip was already moist as he wrapped the young nun's underwear around it and rubbed them back and forth. The feeling was amazing but then he had an even better, even more perverted idea. Turning the knickers inside-out, he rubbed the purplish head of his c**k against that wet spot, the spot her p***y had stained. The thought that it wouldn't be long until he was rubbing against her p***y nearly made him c*m on the spot.

Trying to slow things down, however, he took a few deep breaths and calmed down enough to restrain him from shooting his load. Slowly now, he simply rubbed Chastity's knickers across his leaking c**k, savouring every second as he covered them in his own pre-c*m.

But he knew he couldn't last forever as he wrapped the big knickers all the way around his c**k and began to pump it. The feeling of her wet gusset was incredible and his hand pumped harder and faster, eliciting moans of pleasure from his unguarded lips. He reached down to squeeze his balls, he imagined it was Sister Chastity on her knees doing it for him and he could hold back no longer.

"Yes, you little, slut, yes! Squeeze my balls as I c*m all over your face."

But it was her knickers, not her face that he filled with his c*m and he was only starting to recover when the door burst open and Mother Superior barged in.

"What the hell have you done to Sister Chastity? And what the hell are you doing with her knickers?"

When Father Black jumped out of his chair in shock at the sudden intrusion, it was all too obvious what he had been doing with the young nun's knickers. He stood there with them wrapped around his softening c**k, his c*m still dripping into them. Mother Superior, for her part, was shocked too and seemed rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed on the unholy sight before her.