Inspired by the erotic comic Convent Of Hell by Ricardo Barrierio and Ignacio Noe.
Zoƫ was a little nervous, at first, being separated from her mother, but the two young nuns did their best to make her feel more relaxed. Small talk about the weather, what it was like out in the secular world, that sort of thing. They introduced themselves as Sister Margaret and Sister Tabitha, both novitiates. They wore white habits rather than black, like the older nun, but both carried the wooden crosses, with the short hilt and long gnarled stems, like old smoothed out tree branches.
The three girls entered a small room, where the nuns proceeded to help Zoƫ with her wet clothes. But the light banter put Zoƫ off her guard quickly. The two young nuns explained that Zoƫ's clothes needed to dry out and apologized for the lack of street wear available. All they had was a novice's habit just like theirs , but without the cowl that covered their hair.
Zoƫ sat on the bed, clad only in bra and panties when Sister Margaret said, "You are a very pretty woman, Zoƫ. Very feminine, very attractive. Do you have a boyfriend?"
"I'm not that pretty! In fact, I think I'm a little fat!" she answered. "And, yes, I do have a boyfriend."
"Fat? Heavens no!" said Margaret, "Voluptuous, perhaps, but definitely not fat! What does your boyfriend think of your body?"
Thinking the question a little odd, coming from a nun, or a nun in training, Zoƫ gave her a strange look.
Catching the look Sister Tabitha interjected, "Just because we are nuns doesn't mean that we are ignorant of the outside world. We have curiosities and feelings and desires, just like you."
A little more at ease, Zoƫ answered the question as she stepped out of her damp and cold boy shorts . "Bobby has never seen me like this."
Incredulous, both nuns looked at Zoƫ as if she were crazy, Margaret saying. "You mean, you two have never....um..."
Zoƫ finished her sentence. "Had sex? No! I'm saving myself for someone very special. The man I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. And I don't know if Bobby is it yet, or not."
Tabitha smiled as the words sunk in, thinking 'How right you are! And you don't even know it yet!'
Margaret went on, "Have you two ever touched? Played? Made out?"
Tabitha approached Zoƫ, carrying the spare habit. She held it open so Zoƫ could slip into it. Zoƫ stood, as she answered Margaret. "Well, sure we have. But fully clothed. Lots of kissing, that sort of thing, but nothing beyond that. Bobby understands and has always been a gentleman"
Margaret unsnapped Zoƫ's lacy bra as Tabitha helped her into the robe, but before Zoƫ could tie it together, Tabitha's hands cupped Zoƫ's breasts.
"What are you doing?" Zoƫ said, confused by what was happening.
"Admiring your breasts. They're beautiful. Full, ripe, enticing!" Tabitha answered, still holding the lush orbs, her thumbs playing over the thin material covering Zoƫ's nipples.
Zoƫ tried to push away Tabitha's hands, but found herself unable to remove them. She didn't understand! The few times Bobby had tried to cop a feel, she merely brushed his hand away. With Tabitha, she was unable to move them at all. It was as if Tabitha's hands were magnetically attached. The gentle massaging of her nipples was making her tingle. The warm feeling emanating from her chest was something she had dealt with before, especially after an intense session with Bobby. But this was different! There was a warm sensation radiating from her pussy as well. She felt a level of wetness that was foreign to her. Sure, she had gotten damp before, the result of necking with Bobby, but this? This was more intense! It was like an itch!
And she was compelled to scratch it! Her hand dropped to her full red-orange bush. Her fingers gently stroked up and down, her middle finger finding its way between her lips. She was confused. She didn't want this to happen, but seemed powerless to stop it. Tabitha leaned in, burying her face in Zoƫ's cleavage while her hands gently kneaded the soft fleshy melons on each side of her face.
A moan escaped Zoƫ's lips as she grasped the back of Tabitha's head, the middle finger of her other hand now knuckle deep inside her wetness.
Tabitha gave her a slight shove and Zoƫ fell back upon the bed, her legs splaying as she landed. Tabitha stepped between them, dropped her robe on the floor and lay down on top of Zoƫ.
They lay there, pussy to pussy, breast to breast, and to complete the connection, Tabitha pressed her lips to Zoƫ's. Surprised at the suddenness
Of Tabitha's advances, Zoƫ opened her mouth to protest. But, instead of telling her to stop, Zoƫ sucked Tabitha's tongue onto her mouth. The two kissed deeply for over a minute, Zoƫ moaning at the tender urgency of Tabitha's touch.
Tabitha broke the kiss, trailing her lips down Zoƫ's neck, shoulder, over the swell of her breast, drawing lazy circles, with the tip of her tongue around her areola, before finally latching on to her nipple. Zoƫ let out a moan as her hand cradled Tabitha's head, and through half closed eyes watched Margaret shed her habit and walk to the bed, joining the twosome. Zoƫ noticed the now prominent belly of the young nun, thinking to herself, 'Oh my God! She's Pregnant!" Margaret leaned in and kissed Zoƫ's other breast, gently chewing on the needy nipple.
"I....I didn't know you were...pregnant!" she panted, "How? ....How did it happen?"
"I'm carrying Father's baby" she said, momentarily letting go of Zoƫ's nipple. Her hand traveling down, caressing Zoƫ's belly, before cupping her waxed pussy, her middle finger grazing the young girl's dampening lips.
"You mean.... the Priest?....He's...the father of your baby?" Zoƫ exclaimed, getting more and more turned on by the attention of the two young cleric's.
"Of course! He's the only male here! He serves us all, just as we serve him!" Margaret said as her finger slid just inside Zoƫ's vaginal lips. "He feeds us. He clothes us. He keeps us warm. We, in turn, satisfy his hunger, his need for breeding, cater to his enjoyment."
Ill at ease with this revelation, but enjoying the attention of the two naked nuns, Zoƫ lay there, holding Tabitha to her now aching breast, moaning as Margaret's fingers replaced hers, explored her now weeping sex. Unable to control herself, Zoƫ reached for Margaret's face, pulling her near, and kissing her deeply. Margaret responded by grasping Zoƫ's other breast, kneading it gently as their tongues fenced back and forth in each others mouths.
So engrossed with Margaret's attention, she failed to notice Tabitha releasing her nipple. Tabitha moved lower down, her tongue darting out and teasing Zoƫ's engorged clit. Zoƫ moaned into Margaret's mouth as she almost involuntarily opened her legs and ground her hips into Tabitha's face, smearing her musky juices all over the nun's lips.
Margaret broke the kiss, trailing her tongue down Zoƫ's throat, latching onto her left nipple. She pulled and twisted the other, causing Zoƫ to cry out as her pleasure level increased, far beyond anything she had felt with Bobby.
