Sisters Of Divine Joy Ch 01

Author's note: This is a story of lesbian nuns. It includes nuns doing lots and lots of lesbian sex and interpretations of theology that may offend some people. So if you don't want to be offended, don't read it. It winds me up when people are warned about the content, and then still complain at the end! A waste of your time and mine! I hope it is the start of a series. All comments welcome. Also no one in this story is under the age of eighteen. This includes present tense and any flashbacks. Thanks always to Kenji Sato for his excellent editing. I can strongly recommend his services.

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Sisters of Divine Joy 01

The Mother Superior of the convent of the Sisters of Divine Joy, Sister Elanor Rose, typed quietly and quickly on her computer. She was working on the six-monthly report of the convent to present to her Bishop in an hour's time. Ten minutes later, she saved it for the final time, spellchecked it, and sent it off by email. That would give the Bishop time to have a quick look before their meeting.

With that job done and nothing urgent, Elanor Rose sat back in her amazingly comfortable, leather office chair and thought about who and where she was. She had just celebrated her fifty-fifth birthday. Physically, she knew she would not meet any of the conventional definitions of beauty or attractiveness. Her face was plain, although she knew she had lovely, deep-blue eyes, which all her lovers commented on. Being a woman who did not go to the gym, or care much about her appearance; she was fat rather than curvy; was hairy under her arms as well as her bush, which were like two jungles; and her skin had spots and rough patches.

She also knew, as well as she could, that none of that mattered to the other nineteen sisters in the convent. Apart from all of them being over eighteen -- this was the minimum age you could become a novice -- they were all different themselves, physically. There were a couple of lovely women who would get into any lesbian pornographic magazine. The rest though, were pretty much like her. The only thing they had in common was that they were all-natural hair-wise. It was a rule of the order, that you could not shave anything ever.

The other reason her physical appearance did not matter to the sisters, was her other attributes. She was caring, compassionate, sensitive, loving, and understanding. She was also a good personnel manager and leader. The convent had developed and grown under her leadership, and was not under any threat.

But the strongest reason she knew for her popularity, was that she was a great fuck. Every sister, after going to bed with her for the first time, left knackered and incredibly happy. They all agreed with fingers, tongue, and cock she was the best.

The reason her sexual prowess mattered was the unusual nature of the order of the Sisters of Divine Joy.

The first different thing was not the sexual side, but the fact that the sisters lived in luxury and comfort. The convent was very nicely decorated and furnished, and the food was extremely high quality. Although the sisters only wore a habit -- all other clothing and especially underwear was forbidden, as it denied access to all areas of the body at any time -- was very fashionable and of particularly excellent quality.

The reasoning was simple. If the sisters did decent work, they did not have to live in poverty to prove another point. And the sisters certainly did work hard. All of them were involved in their community.

The movement of Elanor's right hand up inside her habit, to gently tease her fat, outer cunt lips in anticipation of the visit of the Bishop, reminded her of the biggest difference between them and all other orders.

That was that the little Sisters of Divine Joy, believed in exactly that -- that ecstasy was God-given, and God meant that they should experience it as often as possible. And the greatest and most satisfying form of ecstasy they were taught, was that experienced in the sex act with women.

The fundamental rule of the order was that the ultimate in ecstasy and sexual enjoyment was the love between women -- providing, of course, they were over eighteen. So, everyone in the order was either a lesbian when they joined, or was converted soon after. Like other orders, they had a role and believed in preaching and conversion, but in their case, as well as to their version of the Christian faith, it was also to muff-munching, and as many creative ways of fucking with toys, as possible.

They also had their own rules. Everyone participating or approached, had to be over eighteen. No act at all with the bottom, except for light spanking, and no use of pain, control, or domination. Theirs was a religion of open, equal, consenting mutual love. But that did not exclude much else, and passion and stamina were certainly encouraged.

Their creed had developed from the creeds that had not made it into the traditional church thinking -- creeds that emphasised the importance of the Virgin Mary and the role of women. Mixed in, were bits of Pagan-mother-goddess thinking. The key points were that love was at the root of all relationships, including that between people and between people and divinity. Equally, that love should be expressed physically. For the Sisters of Divine Joy, that physical love would be between women exclusively.

Elanor had joined the convent after being seduced by the then-Mother Superior, just after her eighteenth birthday. She had known since puberty, that it was the sight of breasts and hairy pussy that brought a tingling between her legs. The sight of boys did nothing for her at all. Because she had been brought up in a strict religious family, the idea of lesbianism had been vilified. Fortunately, though, her family had welcomed her becoming a nun as it was still a religious order. They had no idea, of course, of its theology, philosophy, or mission. The order had managed to keep this firmly to itself.

It had begun in England in the 1920s, and had spread to America in a couple of the more liberal states, and to Holland which also was liberal in its approach to sexuality. It was still small and had one ruling bishop whose office and accommodation were at this convent.

It was that ruling Bishop, Angela, who came into the office half-an-hour later. She was fifty-three, smaller than Elanor, and had a curvy figure with a few extra pounds spread evenly over her body. They met with a warm embrace and big smiles. They had known each other for twenty years. They had worked hard together to protect and develop the order, and both knew they had done an excellent job.

Because of the unusual creed, keeping the creed secret as far as they could was important. Fortunately, they had only had two occasions where recruits had not appreciated the unique selling points and had left, threatening legal action. They had had to settle out of court both times, but were able to pay.

What they both knew was that the order had a lot of money. It had been set up by two very-wealthy-but-closet lesbians, and wealthy donors had continued to be very generous. They had invested all the donations very well.

As their hug lasted longer than it usually would between colleagues, Elanor reflected that they had become particularly good friends over the years. They had supported each other through personal crises, including Elanor's breast cancer which had resulted in having a magnificent, augmented pair, and Angela's mental breakdown due to the stalking by an ex-sister.

The presence of Angela's tongue in her mouth a second later, reminded Elanor that they were still very enthusiastic lovers, too. She responded by cupping each of Angela's massive tits in each hand, and squeezing until Angela broke off the kiss to gasp for air.

They did not, though, go straight into sex. They both took their roles very seriously. So, they both stayed dressed for the meeting.

After coffee was served by a novice, Angela got out her laptop and they went through the report Elanor had just sent her. For an hour, they reviewed and discussed the state of the finances, each of the sisters and how they were getting on, and how the work was going.

At 11.30am, Angela smiled and closed her laptop. "That is everything for now. The Goddess continues to smile on us."

Elanor smiled back, and carried the coffee tray off the small table and after setting it on the desk, moved the table out of the way. "Does that mean you can now fuck my brains out?" As she spoke, she pulled her habit over her head.

Angela smiled in return enjoying as always, the sight of her naked lover. "As the Goddess would like." She stood up to take off her own robe. The twelve-inch strap-on cock that protruded from her waist, could not hide all the magnificent red curls of her massive bush; nor the strong scent of aroused cunt.

Elanor moved in front of Angela, and took hold of the cock in both hands. She knew that four inches of it went up into Angela's cunt, and that there was a clit stimulator in the harness. So, when she began to move it around and in and out, Angela groaned and gasped with pleasure. Five minutes of that attention, joined with a fair amount of nipple licking and tit sucking, left Angela desperate to cum.

But just as she was about to crest the wave, Elanor let go. Angela groaned in disappointment, but then grinned as she watched the Mother Superior turn and bend over her desk, legs apart and hairy cunny gaping open. Moving up, she took the head of her cock and ran it gently over lips and clit. Elanor groaned in delight and purred, as she was revved up and up. By the time the head nestled inside her fat outer lips, she was truly soaked.

Angela left the head motionless for a few seconds, and then began an agonisingly slow movement of the smallest of thrusts, including a spiraling motion. Then, without warning, she grasped the fat flesh around the hips and drove her cock in, in two quick thrusts. For the next five minutes, the office resonated to the sound of flesh banging against flesh, as Angela's tummy banged against Elanor's fat backside, accompanied by wet, slurpy sounds; with Elanor begging to be fucked harder, and Angela telling her what a cock-hungry, gorgeous dyke she was.

They both squirted when they came. Most of the sisters were either natural squirters, or had learnt to do it. Elanor and Angela were naturals. Sometimes only the smallest arousal could make them jet out a small amount of cum. Big squirts were like power hoses and would leave their lover looking like they had just had a shower.

These were only small ones, but even so, would leave both sticky and smelly. And both knew they would not shower or bathe until Sunday. This was another rule. Sisters had to carry the marks of their loving on them all the time. They had all come to appreciate the smell of days-old, fucked cunt and pussy juice-covered flesh.

As they disentangled, Angela asked her lover to return the favour. This time, it was in the missionary position on the settee. Angela liked this, and it also gave them the chance to kiss lovingly, while Elanor proved once again her proficiency using the silicon cock.

She used all her experience and skill to prolong Angela's explosion. She varied her speed, depth, and movement. Angela's favourite was the terribly slow, deep thrusts, with Elanor holding her legs high in the air. This time, she came like that, squirting her juice over the cock and Elanor's hairy heaven.

As they lay one on top of the other recovering, Angela brushed the hair out of Elanor's eyes and smiled lovingly at her. "I do love you a lot, you know that, don't you?"

"I think you've told me that once or twice," Elanor smiled, kissing her on the mouth letting her tongue flicker inside. Angela responded with her own tongue and a gentle thrust of her hips against the cock still inside her. "I wish we could," Elanor said regretfully, giving one final thrust back, "But it's almost lunchtime and we cannot miss that."

Angela groaned, "I hate it when you're right!"

"Comes with age, gorgeous." Elanor smiled back, "And beauty, as well!"

Angela laughed, as Elanor moved back. The cock left her with a soft plop. "And it helps you can use your cock like no one we've known."

"Flattery will get you everywhere," Elanor responded, as she took the cock off and pulled her habit back over head. "Now, lunch. Fucking you always makes me hungry, as well as horny!" With a mutual giggle, they left the office.

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