Sister Maria 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 Thomas' 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 cum 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 Maria'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 Thomas 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 nipples 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 Maria 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 Thomas 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 nipples 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.
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 Maria realised what she had done. She had sinned; she had sinned as she had never sinned before and she cried out in torment as she realised that Father Thomas must be right – she was a slut!
Mother Superior was also heading for a shower. She had been the one to follow Sister Maria into the confessional and she knew as soon as she was on her knees that the unfamiliar smell, unfamiliar in the confessional at least, was that of a man's cum. She had noticed how shaken the poor novice was when she had come out but she knew it was a man she could smell and the only man in the vicinity was Father Thomas.
She guessed correctly that he had been wanking as he listened to Sister Maria's confession and he had obviously cum, cum a lot judging by the strength of the smell. After she had received her own absolution she had secreted herself at the back of the church and waited until all the other Sisters had left. She had intended to confront Father Thomas but when she realised the younger nun was still in the church she had hung back, intrigued as to what was about to happen.
Mother Superior was no innocent but what she saw shocked even her. The poor novice being spanked as she lay across the altar was bad enough. But, although she didn't have a clear view of what happened, Sister Maria's bobbing head and Father Thomas' moans of delight told a very obvious story of a man having his cock sucked. It was only when he ordered the poor novice to leave her knickers behind that she realised her own were soaking too.
She had rushed out at that point, knowing already what Father Thomas had in mind for the girl's knickers, even if Sister Maria didn't. She knew that she needed release too and the safest place for that was in her private shower.
As soon as she had locked the door, knowing that as Mother Superior she had the only door with a lock in the whole convent, she had turned on the water. She removed her black veil, allowing her long auburn hair to fall free. Reaching round and opening the single button at her neckline, she simply lifted the thick, coarse material of her habit over her head. Dropping it to the floor she looked at her image in the full length mirror and wished that Sister Maria could see her now. She had long ago forsaken the plain underwear that the other nuns were forced to wear, favouring instead a lacy black bra and matching black thong. The only other thing she wore now, apart from her shoes, was the silver crucifix that hung between her two magnificent breasts.
