Tale of a Naughty Nun

Chapter 8

'Do you still feel you need playing with, Sister Chastity?' he innocently asked.

'I do, yes. So, I guess you were very good at kissing,' she smiled, with it looking almost like a grimace.

'Would you like me to play with you, so you are less, err, more ready for the lesson this afternoon?' he asked.

He almost said she was sexed up, but managed to fumble around it.

'Well, I'm not sure. If you think I should, and you don't mind,' she hesitantly said.

'It will just be a natural progression, and I don't mind,' he offered.

She quickly pulled up the habit, and dropped the large loose knickers around her ankles. The alacrity undermined her show of reluctance. She was eager to experience what she had learned from him. What he called an orgasm was very nice.

She leaned back on the cot, with her knees spread, as he had shown her to do. He ran fingertips lightly over her thighs, into the crease of a leg, just missing her lips. He could see they were engorged already.

'No need for all that, Fred, I'm ready,' she tightly spoke.

He ran a finger between her lips, finding them soaking wet. She was right, she was wide open, and more than ready. Her breathing was deep and ragged, as though she were ready to orgasm. He pushed a finger inside, to explore her v****a. Meeting the familiar barrier, her hymen, didn't scare him this time. He pushed another finger into her, while being careful not to break anything.

With a thumb he rubbed her clit. He tried different pressures and rhythm's until he confirmed what was best for her. He was only a little way ahead of her in knowledge, but he used the internet to find out how a woman worked. Putting it into practice was a lot different to just reading, and studying diagrams. More fun too.

She pushed her hips up from the cot, and groaned. Wanting to try something, he pushed a finger into her bottom. She was in no state to object, or even be aware of it. She was panting heavily, and her feet looked as though she were running somewhere.

'I love you, Fred,' she whispered. 'Keep going, Fred, please keep going.'

Her eyelids were flickering, and she looked as though she had left this world for heaven. A heaven, hers, wherever it was, and whatever that was like. Her hips rested back onto the small bed, and she sighed heavily. It looked as though she were sinking into the thin mattress. She opened her eyes, trying to bring her mind back to the here and now.

'Fred, oh, Fred, that was so good,' she murmured.

'Glad you liked it,' he brightly smiled.

'Is it like that when a man puts his p***s inside?' she asked.

'It's much better than that, much better, Sister Chastity,' he said.

From watching her, he didn't think it could get any better than that. It certainly hadn't for the girls in town. He lied, from wanting to do it to her, but of course that would be impossible. She was a virgin, and a nun, so this was as far as they could go.

'You look sad, Fred,' she commented, looking concerned.

'I was just thinking, it doesn't matter,' he said.

'I too was thinking, thinking of you. I've received pleasure from your teaching, but you haven't. Is that the reason for the sad face,' she asked.

Fred couldn't think what to say, without blurting out he wanted to take her.

'You're trying to put on a bright face, but I've discovered the truth. Next time you must show me how to pleasure you, Fred. I need to know everything, so I can teach the subject. No need to be shy, Fred,' she encouraged.

'Yes, Sister Chastity, whatever you say,' he smiled.

'That's right. You are my guide, but I am the teacher, and you must do as you are told. So when we have time, you will show me how to play with your p***s, Fred. No excuses, I will learn how to pleasure you, Fred,' she sternly told him.

It was strange when Sister Chastity tried to be strict. It didn't sit right on the pleasant and innocent young woman.

She was pleased to see her students were in class early, and looking eager to start. She'd heard the other nuns complain that students always had an excuse why they were late, hadn't done their homework, or needed to leave early. Maybe she had a natural talent for teaching. Her technique hadn't been learned from a college, as she hadn't passed from high school. That was here, taught by the other nuns.

'We shall start by reviewing past lessons,' she said.

They pointed out parts of a female and male body on a chart, using illustrations from text books. The medical names are sometimes difficult to pronounce or even to remember.

'Use the name you are familiar with. If in doubt, I'll tell you the correct medical name. It will help if you need to see a doctor. Also, your crude words need to be used sparingly,' she chastised them.

The subject of sexuality and procreation had gained their attention, so past lessons had been learned and memorized. Satisfied her boys were up to speed with the lessons, it was time to move on.

'Now, on to something new. It seems we started half way through the procreation process, or at least, not right at the beginning. I wonder if anyone can tell me how it is started?' she asked.

'That's right Billy, a kiss. A simple kiss is how you start. Can anyone show me how that works?' she enquired.

'How can we do that, miss, with no girls here,' Billy cheekily stated.

'Good point, Billy. I need a volunteer, to demonstrate kissing,' she said.

All hands went up, with a look of determination on their faces. All of them wanted to help their teacher. About to pick Fred, she realized his involvement must be kept a secret, so as not to embarrass him. Though there might have been another reason.

'Billy, you will demonstrate to the class,' she said.

He eagerly came forward, while wiping his lips with the back of his hand. For some reason it seemed different this time, compared to when Fred kissed her.

'Not so quick. Turn this way so the class can see,' she said.

Feeling a fat wet tongue invade her mouth was unpleasant. She pushed him away, and was sorry to see his face drop.

'A good attempt, Billy. You need to take it gently, to be less eager, and more careful,' she told him, and the class.

Billy looked crestfallen and embarrassed. He was used to failure, but this was a direct blow to his male ego. Sister Chastity knew her boys, though she was unaware of the word ego, but understood male pride.

Fred was keeping his head down, indicating he didn't want to be involved.

'Billy, let me show you,' she said.

She licked his lips, and sucked them into her mouth, just as Fred had shown her. Her tongue roamed around the inside of his lips, not invading his mouth as he had. Their lips squashed together, to feel little sparks of sensitivity. Her tongue darted into his mouth a little way, and quickly out.

They came up for air, and this time he had a big grin on his face. She didn't think of it the same way he did. Billy was being kissed by a nun and she had slipped her tongue into his mouth. His previous failure was forgotten.

'Now your turn, Billy. Try to copy what we did just then,' she told him.

He leaned in to lightly peck her lips, like a little bird. He was no longer rough and ready, as though frightened she would run away. He sucked her lips into his mouth, and gently nibbled them. His tongue slipped between her lips, sedately, in no hurry. Finding her tongue, his wrapped around hers, and she joined in cavorting, and teasing together.

Sister Chastity pushed him away, to see his bright smiling face.

'Well done, Billy, that was excellent. You get a gold star for kissing,' she complimented him.

'Thank you, Sister Chastity. I enjoyed the kiss,' he beamed at her.

'I can see that. Your p***s has grown. Does everything make it grow?' she asked.

He looked down at the lump in his trousers, and blushed.

'Sit down now, I don't think there is anything else I can teach you about kissing. Is there anyone else unsure of the technique?' she asked.

Who was going to miss out on kissing a beautiful nun? No one in that class, so they all held up their hands. Billy sat looking proud of himself, with a big stiffy he would work on later.

One after another the boys eagerly walked, almost ran, to the front of the classroom. The last boy had more experience, and automatically wrapped his arms around her. He knew what he was doing, from long hours of practice with the girls in town.

'Wooow! Andrew, that was very good,' she gasped.

He nonchalantly swaggered back to his desk. His friends applauded him.

'Settle down, boys. I think we'll move on,' Sister Chastity said, sounding out of breath.

Some of the guys looked disappointed, whereas others wondered where she was going next. They all had a smile on their faces, from having smooched their favourite nun. For some of them it had been the first time deeply kissing anyone. They looked at Fred, grateful to him for starting this wondrous lesson. Had he put her up to kissing, or had she thought of this herself? Either way, he started her experimenting, instead of sticking to the text books.

'You are all familiar with kissing, and I've seen that it stimulated you. In the not too distant future, I trust you will think of your wife, and how she is to be stimulated. Kissing is a mutual lead-up to further s****l intimacy. Let's not forget God's purpose in all this, and that is to procreate. The church extols us to go forth and multiply. In some ways it is a race between our church, and others,' she laughed.

Most of the boys were thinking about a race to procreate, and laughed along with Sister Chastity. The last thing they wanted was for her to take umbrage, and go back to the text books.

'The next stage to be studied, are the breasts,' she said.

This perked up their attention. Any eighteen year old had his attention grabbed by the mention of breasts. A boy, or man for that matter, liked the idea of grabbing breasts.

The grabbing part was probably why women kept them hidden away in contraptions called a bra. Apart from avoiding the ravages of gravity. Breasts are far too sensitive to be grabbed by a pair of strong male hands. Women are naturally conscious of keeping them hidden, and out of the hands of men. Walk down any busy street, look at a woman at chest height, and she will unconsciously glance down to make sure her breasts are properly covered.

Sister Chastity was unaware that she should protect them. She had grown up in a convent, away from the real world, where nuns didn't have to think of such things. The boys that bothered the girls in town were aware of how difficult it was, to get their hands on a pair of breasts. Why they wanted to, hadn't been thought about much.

'You have learnt to be gentle while kissing, and must learn to be even more gentle with breasts. Your lips, teeth, and tongue will be used to stimulate the breasts. Unlike kissing, it is your wife who will benefit, not you. You must be patient with her, and look for signs of excitement, to see if she is ready to mount,' she explained.