Tale of a Naughty Nun

Chapter 4

Sister Chastity stopped one of her students, and said, 'Fred, I wonder if you could help me. It's about the lesson this afternoon.'

'Of course, Sister Chastity,' Fred smiled, at his favourite nun.

'It's about those pictures you showed me. Those pictures of ladies, well, err, their bits down there are shaved. It seems to me to be hygienic, and easier to see what is happening down there,' she said.

'Oh. I guess so,' Fred murmured.

His smile faded, to be replaced with a worried look. She was referring to pictures of naked women in the dirty magazines confiscated during the human biology class. His friends called it the s*x class. When she found the magazine he thought it would mean trouble, only it turned out rather different to what was expected.

Sister Chastity was very naive, and very ignorant of the reproductive process she was supposed to be teaching. She sought his advice, and it ended up with him demonstrating how her naughty bits worked. She had the very first orgasm while he played with her p***y. Since then they'd avoided each other, trying to ignore that anything happened.

Now she was seeking his advice again. She was a novice nun, but it was still very wrong to have had such an intimate experience together. If the proper nuns found out, there would be a terrible scandal.

Even though he was eighteen, he didn't have much experience with girls, which was one of the disadvantage of being at a boy’s boarding school. She was five years older, and had even less experience of the outside world than he did. She'd been brought up by the nuns, and had lived here all her life.

'Do you shave, Fred?' she asked.

'Occasionally. Oh, you want to borrow a razor. I can go fetch mine if you like,' he offered.

'Thank you, Fred, I knew I could rely on you. I'll be in the first aid room,' she said, as he hurried away.

Just talking about her shaving her p***y was a thrill. That she was going to use his razor to shave her pubes, was exciting. Though it was frustrating that he wouldn't be able to tell his friends!

Thinking of Sister Chastity shaving her s*x, was a reminder of cousin Betsy. While home on holiday Betsy slipped into his bed one night, and let him play with her p***y, or rather, had demanded it. Betsy was a year older than him, and went to a girls’ school. It seemed she needed to get some experience to catch up with friends. He didn't mind her using him, not at all.

She too was bare down there, only she said it was waxed, whatever that meant. Guiding his hand and fingers until she c*m, taught him something about the mysteries of female s*x. He'd just lay there watching her orgasm, until she got over it. Then it was his turn to be played with him, until he c*m. He had to teach her not to be too rough, but she got it in the end, and eventually on her small breasts. She complained about the mess and how sticky it was. The next night she brought tissues.

'Here you are, Sister Chastity,' he said, sounding out of breath.

He'd discreetly put the kit in his school bag, not wanting anyone to ask what he was doing with it. He couldn't look at her as he handed over the shaving kit. He was embarrassed, and expected her to be as well.

'Err, Fred. I'm not sure if I can do it. You've err, seen me, and you touched me down there last week, so you're familiar with it. I, err, wondered if you could show me how. I mean, to shave,' she hesitantly asked.

'I guess so,' he murmured.

'I don't want to cut myself, especially not down there. It might be best if you do it,' she suggested.

'If you want me to,' he nervously spoke.

Oh! f**k! She didn't want to be cut, but he was so nervous he wondered if he was able. There was no way he was going to refuse. His c**k was already twitching from the thought of her shaving with his razor. It was now like a tent pole in his pants.

She pulled up the habit and sat on the cot. Many homesick and ailing boys had used that cot over the years. When he had toothache, she administered clove oil and care, until it subsided. He remembered, as every boy did, her pulling his head against her ample bosom, and stroking his hair. She had soothed away the pain with her breasts, hands, and soothing words, as much as with the tincture.

'Perhaps I should slide a pillow under you,' he suggested.

Fred tried not to shake. He filled a mug with hot water, and selected a fresh razor. He circled the soap with a brush, whipping up a rich lather. He couldn't delay any longer. He put a hand under her bottom, to pull her up a little. She got the message and lifted herself into position. At that moment it dawned on him, that he had a nuns bare bottom in the palm of his hand!

He pulled it away, unintentionally slipping a finger over her little brown hole. Before he lost his nerve, he brushed her pubic hairs with lather. He paid special attention to her slit, not sure if that needed shaving or not. It took longer than necessary, while he put off the inevitable.

Sister Chastity sat on a pillow, with legs spread as wide as she could, while one of her students brushed her naughty bits. It was a different sensation from last week, when he used his fingers. Nevertheless, she felt nervous from a tingling sensation down there.

Unexplainably her tummy seemed electrified. Each brush stroke was sending shocks through her nervous system. Making a mental note of what was happening to her body and mind was important. It would help when teaching the boys.

Fred scraped away the lather from just below her tummy. The exposed flesh was white and fresh looking. Several strokes had her bare down to the lips. He could hear her breathing hard. From last week when playing with her, and his cousin's reaction, he knew what that meant.

Sister Chastity felt a wave of arousal wash over her, and seep into every crevice of her mind and body. The brush strokes over her naughty bits had been a start. The feel of the steel razor revealing her s*x, little by little, was a sight to behold. It held her full attention.

Again Fred was arousing her! This time, she knew what might happen if she didn't keep control of herself.

The wrinkled lips were in the way. Concentrating on the task helped him keep cool, nearly. He gripped a lip between thumb and finger, and pulled. She gasped. He ran the razor over the lip, getting close into her crotch. He did the same again, and received a deeper gasp. He gently ran a finger along the crease of her crotch, to check it was a close shave. Or was it to hear her moan?

He took a firmer grip of the other lip to shave it. He took his time, with the excuse of making a thorough job of it. Who was he fooling, except himself? She wasn't complaining. With almost all the foam shaved away, he could see her v****a was open between the distended lips.

He was tempted to finger her. He continued to shave the last of the pubes away from her bottom. He nudged her c******s with a knuckle, pretending to himself it was an accident. Everything between her legs was revealed, naked, and pale white. Her p***y was pink and glistening. He knew he had been the only one to have played with her, and felt some kind of ownership over her p***y.

He wiped her crotch with his fingers. She trembled and gargled something. It didn't sound like an objection, so he did it again. This time his fingers slowly rubbed over a hard clit. He'd only seen them in the glossy magazine pictures. Sister Chastity's looked very big. He couldn't resist rubbing it.

Sister Chastity felt her student rubbing her naughty bits, and needed to tell him to desist. Something prevented her voice sounding. She merely managed to move her mouth, miming the objection. A massive feeling of need overcame her. She pushed her thighs apart, as though offering herself to him. She knew it, and hoped he didn't.

Fred felt her silence, apart from the heavy breathing, and moans, was an encouragement to continue. His fingers ran lightly over her thighs, then rubbed up her slit, over her clit, and back again. When she pushed her crotch at him, he entered her v****a with a finger.

Again he felt the membrane that frightened him last time. Now that he was prepared for it, he gently explored inside, avoiding despoiling her. His thumb rubbed her c******s. When she pushed up at his probing fingers, he rubbed harder. Fred pushed his hand under her, to tease her asshole. Betsy had enjoyed that, and so did Sister Chastity. He pushed a finger in, while playing with her lips and v****a. He could feel both fingers almost touching.

At that moment she let loose a soft keening noise, and slumped back against the wall. His hand was trapped under her, with the finger still inside her bottom. He withdrew his fingers from her v****a, and gently stroked her c******s. Freeing his other hand, he stroked her thighs, with butterfly soft touches.

The sing-song sounds she made became fainter. He recognized she had an orgasm, and wondered at how carried away she'd been.

That second time, Jane had been in control all the time. Her orgasm was hardly noticeable. He'd been carried away in awe, while she was playing with him, so it was no wonder he'd been hardly aware of what she was feeling.

He cupped Sister Chastity's denuded s*x and bottom in both hands, while she recovered. He pressed and released her s*x, as though pumping her up from the deflated position she was in. He thought it comical, but didn't laugh.

He was keenly watching her. Her face was screwed up in concentration, and then began to relax. She was limp, as though falling asleep. She opened her eyes, and smiled at him.

'Fred, Fred, that was wonderful,' she heavily breathed.

'Glad to be of help, Sister Chastity,' he smiled back.

She stood up, letting the long black bat cape, as his friends called it, fall into place. He knew she wasn't wearing panties, and was completely bare down there, and that gave him a thrill. His c**k twitched. It was rock hard, tenting his trousers.

'Did I do that to you, Fred?' she asked.

He didn't know what to say. She was a novice nun, nevertheless, she should be treated with respect.

'Maybe I should do something for you, like we discussed in class, last week,' she offered.

He was a bit shocked from what he had just done, and got away with. Unable to clear the sight of her bare p***y from his head, he didn't know what she meant. She put a hand on the lump in his trousers, and he remembered what Billy had done in class last week, and felt embarrassed.

'Sit there, and I'll try to ease the lump,' she innocently said.

She unzipped his fly, and a rock hard c**k flipped up at her.

'It's very big. Are you sure that will fit in a v****a?' she asked, sounding surprised.

'Sure, Sister Chastity,' he said.

She took it in both hands and began to roll it, like pastry.

'Oww. Like this,' he instructed.

'Sorry. Is that better?' she asked, and received a nod.

She had a hand wrapped around his c**k, gently milking him.