This story takes place in the shared universe created / structured by the author Stormbringer. Hopefully you should be able to enjoy this without knowing much of the background but I encourage you to track down and read "The Coxville Curse" by Stormbringer for much more of the same. You can find links and information on Stormbringer's author page here on Literotica.
My thanks to Stormbringer for allowing me to play in his world.
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Coxville was your typical small town in the American South. It was the county seat of Coxville County and the second biggest town in the county after Coxburg to the North. The county was large in comparison to some Southern counties go, but a large part of it to the west was taken up by Lake Cox. Apart from a few small towns, the rest of the county was mostly farmland growing corn, tobacco, and cotton crops.
Coxville itself was named after Colonel Phineas Josiah Cox, hero of the Mexican War and owner of the Cox plantation which had dominated the entire county for 200 years until the Civil War. Yankees had occupied the mansion during the war, burning the surrounding buildings and releasing the slaves to ravage the neighbourhood in 1864. The Union army had been forced to march out quickly without finding the time to burn down the mansion itself. It was left standing alone - a stunning piece of architecture surrounded by the still smoking wreckage of stables, barns, silos, and slave quarters with crops burning in the fields for days.
The town grew up around the plantation years later. The tree-lined road that ran up to the mansion later became Main Street with the mansion itself becoming the town and county administrative offices. Stores lined Main Street and residences sprang up around them as it grew to a respectable size.
Dominating the front lawn of the town hall was a huge, 300 year old oak tree that had been young when the first Cox settler had arrived on the land. That tree had played a part in the history of the town that, unknown to the townsfolk, would soon come back to haunt them.
Overlooking the town on a small hill was a large, old stone building that housed the Sisters of Mercy Convent. It was closest to the Westside area of the town where the blacks of Coxville lived - there were perhaps a couple of hundred of them, mostly living living in trailers, old houses, and some low income housing. Though the enforced segregation that had taken place prior to the Civil Rights movement had been officially ended, the white majority of the town were happy with the blacks' apparent willingness to remain in Westside.
The local school, Coxville High, had been forced to integrate black and white students in the 70's and, after thirty or more years, most of the school age children attended the school even if they didn't necessarily mix that much. The poorest of the Westside families though, relied on the Sisters of Mercy for their children's education.
For over a century the convent had attracted nuns from across the country who saw the injustice perpetrated against the blacks of Coxville and wanted to do something about it. The nuns - most of them in their 50's and 60's - spent the remaining years of their lives voluntarily teaching the most disadvantaged of the Westside blacks.
Of the nuns, only one was a born and bred Coxville girl - Sister Nancy O'Malley had picked up her surname from her Irish immigrant great-grandfather but her face and figure were Coxville through and through. At 23, she was by far the youngest of the nuns and more than one middle-aged husband had stared in bemusement at her when she'd stood with the other nuns at a fund-raiser, wondering why someone so young, beautiful and as blessed in the chest as her would take vows.
Coxville women, with almost no exceptions, were possessed of much larger than average breasts with a study in the mid-90's determining that a recessive gene ran throughout the native-born women of the area. Sister Nancy was definitely not an exception - her nun's habit were bought wholesale but each one had to be altered by Sister Assumpta, the seamstress of the convent. The black all-in-one outfit was snug around her hips and backside but had to be pulled in tight at the waist to prevent it hanging loose while the bust needed to be let out to accommodate Sister Nancy's huge breasts. The result was a nun's habit that looked as though it had been sprayed on to her perfect hourglass figure.
Sister Nancy had taken her vows five years before after her one and only relationship had ended so badly. Raised as a devout Christian, she had met and fallen in love with her boyfriend Adrian at a summer camp run by the church when they were both 16. True to their beliefs they had never gone further than kissing for the first two years they were together and Nancy had been convinced they would marry and live happily ever after.
As the years went on, Adrian became more and more insistent that the abstinence they were practising was pointless, that God would want them to be happy physically with each other. A month after she turned 18, Adrian had insisted that it was time for them to be intimate. Naive and - if she were honest with herself - more than a little curious herself, Nancy finally gave in.
Adrian's four inch condom covered dick finally took her virginity one night in the back of his father's car after they'd been to see a movie. She'd looked up at his stupid grin as he thrust in and out of her for a whole minute, his hands all over her huge tits, an expression of surprised delight on his face, while she lay there wondering what all the fuss about sex was.
Still, Adrian had seemed to enjoy it and so she let him do it twice more over the next week figuring it was something she'd have to do when they were married. The expected marriage had never happened - a week after taking her virginity, Adrian was struck and killed while crossing the road by a bus carrying a visiting Bible study group. Along the side of the bus was the slogan "Fornication is the devil's work!"
Nancy took this as a sign from God that what they had done was wrong. Barely two weeks later and she had joined the Sisters of Mercy Convent, deciding to dedicate her life to helping educate the poor of the Westside.
She had surprised the other nuns - and herself - by not only how much she enjoyed her work but also by how much the students responded to her. She taught English mostly though helped out with other general subjects when needed and the other nuns were pleased to see that though she was around the same age as her class when she started, the predominantly young men of Westside treated her with respect.
What neither Sister Nancy nor the other nuns knew was that the male students resisted messing around in her class so that they could keep attending. Every young man who went through her class spent long hours staring at her huge tits wrapped beneath her skin-tight habit, wondering what she looked like without it. As the years went by, Sister Nancy's English classes became legendary throughout the Westside youth.
Now, five years after she started at the convent, Sister Nancy was content with her lot in life. The classes she and the others provided were voluntary but she was secretly pleased that her lessons always had a good turnout. Of course, as time had gone on, more and more students were taught at the High School so a good turnout these days was half a dozen.
"So if you can make sure you read chapter four by next week's lesson, that will be great," Sister Nancy said over her shoulder as she wiped the white board clean. Her class said nothing - each of the six teenagers stared rapt, watching her huge tits move gently beneath her tight habit as she used broad strokes to clean her lesson from the board.
Sister Nancy turned to face them, smiling, her pink lips glistening with just a hint of lip gloss (the only make up she wore) her blue eyes bright, the small beauty spot just below and to the side of her right eye somehow adding to her perfection. Her hands were clasped before her flat stomach, a large golden cross hanging on a chain around her neck and dangling in front of her hands, pushed forward by the large shelf of her tits.
"By the way, those of you attending Sister Mary-Anne's math study class tomorrow will find me instead as Sister Mary-Anne isn't well at the moment."
