Tale of a Naughty Nun

Chapter 2

"Reverend mother, do you think Sister Chastity is the right one to teach the boys in that class?" Sister Teresa asked.

"If you mean is she qualified, the answer would have to be no. Did you have anyone else in mind?" Reverend mother asked.

"I just thought she is rather young and naive to be teaching s*x education, that's all. She's only a novice and not qualified to teach," Sister Teresa added.

"I agree, she has no experience of the outside world at all. She was a foundling and grew up here. I keep meaning to send her out into the world on a mission, perhaps to Africa, but never got around to it. Besides, I'm fond of her, and so are our boys. I was right about them not giving her a hard time over such a difficult subject," she lectured.

She was gazing out of the window, at a rough sea hitting the rocks below the convent school. Staring out of the window, rather than listening to another of Sister Teresa's complaints, seemed preferable.

"What exactly does she teach them? There doesn't seem to be a prospectus for that class," Sister Teresa persisted.

"It's the usual nonsense about birds and bees. I know you're fond of strict organisation, so perhaps you could take the classes for a term," she added, looking the sister coldly in the eye.

"No reverend mother, I am sure she is doing a good job, it's just that some record of progress would be advisable," Sister Teresa suggested.

"All I care about is the boys, and they seem to have calmed down since the class was started last month. We've had no complaints from the village over rowdy behaviour, and they seem to have settled down to their studies. Reports from other teachers are all very encouraging. My father used to say, 'if it aint broke, don't fix it," Mother Teresa quipped.

She ushered the bothersome sister from her office, saying she had work to do. She made a note to ask Sister Chastity to provide a summary of class progress, and conveniently forgot about it.

Here on the other hand,

Fred realised she had never seen an erect c**k before. The small ones she had glimpsed in the cold showers were nothing compared to Russell's. The guys had often walked out of the shower, when she came by to hurry them up. It had been a dare to show themselves off to her. But what he did not know was that she was deliberately doing this before them. It gave her a sense of perverse pleasure to be able to do this with young horny and hormonal boys like him.

"No, not at all. This is how it's done," he said, and began to fist his c**k.

More than a few joined in, with a discreet rub to their trousers under the desk.

"You were right Fred. I'm sorry I questioned your knowledge," Sister Chastity stated. There was something here that rang a bell. Something the sisters had said, about lights out and naughty boys. The sight of him doing such an odd thing, had all of her attention.

"May I have a look?" she asked.

She moved around from behind her desk, closer to Russell. "Fred, you said the female touches it. Like Russell did?" she asked.

"Yes. Well, sometimes, not always like that," he nervously spoke.

"It's fascinating, I had no idea. You were right about the material I was using. It wasn't accurate at all. May I touch it?" she asked Russell, who was just standing there.

He nodded, with a slack jaw. It was dawning on him what he had been doing, in front of one of the nuns.

Sister Chastity touched the swollen p***s. It was warm and hard, seeming to throb with energy.

Russell had never had anyone touch him before, and she was a woman. Still a very naive girl, if he had thought about it. His mind was on other things at that moment. He didn't hear the heavy breathing and quiet gasps behind him, from his friends.

Sister Chastity reflexively wiped her hands on the bat cape she wore.

"That was fascinating and very informative. Next week we shall continue, though I'm unsure how," Sister Chastity said. Dismissing the class she sat with a look of puzzlement on her face.

Fred felt some repair work was needed. It was imperative she not tell anyone about this, or there would be hell to pay. He cleared his throat to get her attention, though she spoke first.

"Fred. These pictures. The v****a doesn't look big enough. Does everyone have such a large p***s as Russell's? I'm concerned he might need some kind of treatment. It looks far too big to fit," she said, with a concerned look on her face.

"His is about average, Sister Chastity," Fred replied.

"So yours is as big as that?" she asked.

"Yes," he said. It certainly was, he knew for sure, because they had all measured up some time ago. Her look of concern made him explain.

"That's why the v****a needs to be stimulated. It becomes lubricated, so the p***s fits," he told her. He was getting used to this. Earlier he had nervously spoken, expecting to be cut short at any moment.

"I see. You said the p***s goes inside. Looking at those pictures I thought it just pressed against the v****a, and well, dribbled in the seed," she said, with a worried look on her face.

"It goes all the way in," he told her.

"Really? Oh dear. There seems a lot to discuss next week. I hope you can enlighten us all, Fred. It seems I have a lot to learn too," she weakly smiled at him.

He left her sitting at the desk, deep in thought. He too had a lot to think about. If she decided to discuss the class with the proper nuns, he would be dead. Some of them could kill at a thousand yards with a demonic stare. Perhaps demonic wasn't the appropriate word, but neither was angelic.

All next day Fred worried that at any moment he would be summoned before the Reverend Mother. Instead Sister Chastity summoned him. Perhaps she was about to soften the blow of expulsion from school.

He walked into the small room Sister Chastity used to comfort the younger boys. The older ones fondly remembered having their faces pressed against those large breasts. It had been just a natural thing for her to do, as a comfort for those missing their mothers.

"I need your advice Fred," she stated.

With relief flooding through him, he nodded.

"You will have to be discreet. Good. I was trying out something you mentioned yesterday. Though I didn't have much success," she began, with a frown of worry creasing her brow. This was so different from her usual happy expression. She was always ready with a comforting smile for the boys.

"You look worried. How can I help," he said.

"It is important to get the lessons right, but it doesn't seem to work. Sorry, let me explain. The female c******s is rubbed, so the v****a can open up, right? Mine doesn't seem to work. Could you explain to me what to do, what I'm doing wrong?" she asked.

Fred didn't know what to say. His experience was hardly anything at all. A fumble with his cousin in the dark didn't amount to much. "I don't know, I'm not sure," he stammered. "They're all different," he blurted out.

"Yes. I saw that from the pictures. I guess it's difficult to give instructions, without seeing it. Oh! I didn't mean, sorry, Fred," she blushed.

"That's alright I don't mind," he said. Meaning he didn't mind her talking like this.

"I didn't mean for you to, well, look at it. Perhaps. Well, I suppose for me to know how. I need to teach the class," she mumbled.

"If you want me to, I could take a look," he quietly spoke.

Bloody hell! Fred glanced at the door, knowing it wasn't locked. He was feeling hot and bothered in the small room. The thought of seeing what she had under that long black garment was terrifying. He was willing to bluff it out though. Something was driving him on, overcoming his fear.

"If you don't mind. I'm a little concerned. You can't tell anyone, promise?" she asked.

"It's not like those in the pictures. I've got hair down there," she whispered, as though it were shameful.

"Ah! That's all right, they shave," he blurted out.

"I should have thought of that. A sensible action, as it would be much cleaner," she mused.

She lifted the baggy garment around her waist, and sat on the edge of the cot.

"Sorry about this. It can't be pleasant for you to look at," she said.

"It's OK, really," he assured her.

"I was finding it difficult to find the c******s. I can't see down there, so had to just rummage around," she explained. "Could you guide my finger?" she asked.

Fred felt the room closing in on him. Her naked bottom half was on view, which was a sight every boy in school would die for. He was nervous, as his shaking hand revealed. A thought crawled into his mind that she had removed her underwear. They had all wondered if the nuns wore old fashioned knickers.

"Can you see it?" she asked.

The matter of fact question steadied him. He thought about what he had read in the magazines, and how his cousin had guided him.

"It's in these, err, folds. You need to gently play with them, so as to get it ready," he cited, not precisely, but near enough.

"Perhaps you could do it, if you don't mind," she quietly suggested.