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Such a boring day......with such boring lessons. I guess most people had THAT day that was filled with yucky, time wasting lessons. For me, that was Thursday. Double Latin followed by double maths. Then an hour of RE (Catholic School.....what else would you expect.) last thing was relationship education which touched, and I mean only just touched on sex Ed. 


By lunchtime, my brain was mush and most of the girls in my class used to find ways to divert themselves. I know some masturbated in class, but I was nowhere near brave enough for that on this particular day. For me, my sexual power was in my mind.  Last lesson, taken by a nun, sister Joan. Sister Joan wasn’t quite a full nun yet, and she was by far the youngest of them all. I would guess at mid/late for sure.  As we sat there listening to a really badly cobbled together lesson about what God wanted relationships to be, I started thinking about sister Joan. Well, she’s certainly pre menopausal, which means periods, which means a cycle. A cycle means that at some points she simply must feel horny.  My mind was in a drift and I let it take me wherever it would. So, sister Joan, late at night in her cell. Kneeling, praying, stripped to the waist. (What? Where did THAT come from?) I imagined her doing penance, lightly whipping herself with the whip all the nuns carried at their waists. I imagined her small breasts tensing with anticipation as each stroke whistled over her shoulder and landed on her back. Did she gasp with pain, or was it a more erotic gasp of pleasure.  I let me legs drift apart under my desk. That always made me feel dirtier. What happened when Sister Joan went to bed? Did her back still sting? Was she wet between her legs, her cunt gasping for the cock it would never receive? Did her fingers track down over her tummy to her moistness? Did she play with herself until her back arched off the bed in orgasm? I hope so!  Meanwhile, I was wet. I could smell my arousal and I hitched my skirt up until I could see my white panties. They were, of course, stained as I knew they would be. What if Sister Joan saw me? What if she had a thing for the teenage girls she taught every day? I imagine the suppressed lust of a celibate nun must be immense. Even if she isn’t a lesbian, she must crave cock. Does she use candles and fuck herself? I hope so.  My hand is in my panties under the desk. It’s the first time I’ve dared to do what some of the others do. God, I’m wet! My clit is so sensitive! It’s like a fucking electrical switch! The slight st graze makes me twitch in my seat. Much more of this and Sister will know what I’m doing!  Maybe Sister will keep me back after class. Maybe she will take me into that store to, gently tug my white panties down and place her mouth on me, reassuring me all the time, and encouraging me to just let it happen.  “Oh Sister.....I don’t know whether I’m going to cum or wet myself.” She says she doesn’t mind if I do either or both. Her tongue....oh....so expert.....so gentle.....licking me just where i need it until with uncontrollable exctacy I cum into her mouth.  Back in the classroom, in the real world, I have come into my panties, biting my bottom lip until it bleeds so as not to make any noise.  Sister has noticed. She asks if I am alright. Immediately two girls turn their heads to look at me. They know what I have just done and their lips curl in a sneer. They know because they’ve just done it themselves.  I reassure Sister that I’m fine, just feeling a little hot. This provokes a giggle from the girls. “Yeah...right....feeling a little twat more like” whispers one of them.  Back home, my panties are ruined. I decide to wash them myself. I don’t want mum worrying that I’m sexually active just yet.  I catch my brother looking at me. He does that longer than usual these days, and there’s something in that look....desire, maybe? I let my hips sway as I walk past him and I hear him breath in through his nose long and loud. I know he can smell me. And I love it. 

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