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I'm a Nun
by J (address withheld)

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A young woman becomes a nun, but first experiences 
what the world has to offer so that she can better 
understand what life is like. (MF, bi, mast, oral, 
anal, orgy, sacrilegious)

***

I am a nun.

I became a Christian when I was only ten years old. 
Even though I was born Muslim it occurred to me early 
on that Christianity suited me more so, mostly because 
of the gentleness I perceived within Jesus and much 
less so in Mohammad. Judaism just seemed far too 
original. This is not a downplaying Judaism or Islam - 
only a testimony of personal discovery. 

At 13 years old I knew that I wanted to be married to 
God, and fulfill his every desire. This seemed to be 
possible in the way I desired by simply becoming a nun. 

So I did. 

I entered a convent at 19 years old, for the very first 
time. Within months it was clear to the Mother Superior 
that I had the will required to live a life of 
commitment to God, and God alone. After three months in 
the convent, I was made responsible for five new young 
women who had just arrived. (Like Shakespeare, I am 
connivingly leaving a point hanging, which clearly 
needs more rubbing.) 

Although, it must seem that I was very naive and 
obsessively pure, I was not. My parents had insisted 
that I go to a public school in my pre-teen years, as 
they were greatly concerned with my zeal for the 
religion and my constant involvement in ritual. "At 
public school you'll meet boys and girls who are 
normal," they would say. 

I felt immense pain for my parents, knowing how 
misunderstood I was to them. I felt for them, knowing 
the pain they must feel at having a daughter they 
simply could not understand. This was a great tragedy 
for us. 

But while I was at public school, I decided that I 
would learn all I could, both academically and 
otherwise, before I committed my life to Jesus. I read 
books on every conceivable topic from motorcycles to 
anal sex. No subject that could not be dealt with later 
on, was left unexplored. 

I made a decision, like young Mennonites, to explore 
the world and the fruits it has to offer. There was 
nothing within Christianity that I was familiar with, 
which denied a young woman to satisfy her curiosity. 
Once this decision was made, I began to become more and 
more sexually aroused by my discoveries and in need of 
coitus. 

I made love to a young man early on and I found that I 
loved every aspect of the lovemaking act. I couldn't 
get enough of him between my legs, licking my clitoris 
and making love to me with his tongue. I was awash with 
passion when he entered me whether it was while I lay 
on my back offering up my vagina for his consumption; 
or whether I was on my knees, extending my behind high 
up into the sky for him to enter whether anally or 
otherwise. 

Once the floodgates of sexuality opened up in my life, 
there was quite literally no closing them. If I wasn't 
with a man on a given evening I would spend my time 
masturbating or making love to an older woman living in 
my apartment building. I had a collection of toys so 
grand that 

I considered opening a store called "Sex Toys R Us" 
(just kidding) 

As often as I wanted, I would lower the lights in my 
apartment, and set out dozens of candles smelling of 
sweet flowers. I would bathe; always extending my toes, 
and arching my back in a sexual way too simply turn 
myself on. I was magnificent. 

I looked into a mirror perched up against the back of 
the bathtub, and as I lay in bubbles I masturbated, and 
did so for hours. By the time I climbed out of the 
bath, I could barely ambulate myself to my bed for 
sleep. I had spent myself and I was indeed spent. 

I tried threesomes, foursomes and even fivesomes where 
I was the central figure catered to by the three men 
and two women in my group. If you have ever experienced 
a cock or dildo, or both in more than one of your 
orifices than you will get what I am about to say. 

Double, triple, quadruple penetration is as delightful 
to me as I could have ever imagined. 

I have had a cock in my ass, visited by another one in 
my vagina while a third rammed my throat while two 
female nymphs were sucking interchangeably on my 
nipples, massaging my breasts as though they were 
making bread. 

I experimented with strap-ons and fucking men, so I 
could better imaging what it was like to be male. I 
found I was able to humble the male species in a way I 
much preferred not seeing at least initially. It is 
clear to me now that when a person is on all fours, 
awaiting penetration, that they have place themselves 
in a subservient one. This is humiliating. 

Yes, I know that subservients are often seen as the 
real person in control in a given relationship, yet I 
can't help believing that at some level humiliation 
does enter this picture. 

So I fucked men but bemoaned my inability to cum inside 
of their ass. I hoped so badly that in my next life 
that I would have a penis, for it offers so much that a 
vagina can not. I would like a penis that is no longer 
than six inches, and not quite as thick as my wrist. I 
would prefer being circumcised, mostly because the 
crown of such a penis looks like a little piggy. I love 
pigs. They are so smart. 

I learned early on to be sexy. My advice to women 
reading this story is to be sexy, as sexy as you can. 
Take advantage of the blessings that God has bestowed 
upon you. We are living in a very rich time and place 
in history where the shelves in supermarkets are filled 
and sexual enhancers are cheap. It is proper to eat 
when you are given food, and it is correct for us to 
engage in sexuality to the extent that one chooses, 
even if it appears to be slutty or uncouth to some. 

I bought lingerie from Victoria Secret by the pound. 
Men would ogle until their eyes popped out at the 
vision of my breasts, or my flat stomach, or my legs 
covered in silk. I have never met a man, except for 
one, who was able to stand a meter away from me while I 
stood opposite him dressed in the most provocative 
outfit I owned and be able to keep his distance. 

I had grown into a very attractive young woman by then. 
My eyes were the feature which moved men the most. I 
have coal black pupils set in very pear shaped eye 
lids. They are large and said to be inviting. Some say 
they looked like saucers. 

I could fuck men with my eyes. A man I had known for 
only a few hours, quite literally came on my shoes 
without touching himself while my eyes teared ever so 
slightly, stared deeply into his, and expressed a 
lustful desire for his stiff cock. Just my eyes and a 
few well chosen words were all that were needed. 

Anyone who knows is aware that the hands are the 
greatest sexual tools and the eyes quickly follow them. 
You can impregnate a dame with your eyes men. 

As I have said before, at 19 I entered a convent, 
having fulfilled enough of my fantasies to take me into 
my three next lives. On the first day I arrived I found 
my room in the dormitory and introduced myself to my 
roommate. The room was large, about 25 feet by 20 feet 
and the ceilings seemed to be 15 feet high. There were 
sort of frescos on the walls, and the paneling was 
rosewood. 

My roommate really seemed to look much like me, or 
perhaps like I would look five years into the future. 
She was about 5'2" and weighed 101 pounds. Her body was 
exquisite and I silently, (to myself) expressed my 
hearty appreciation to God for giving me more and more 
blessings. My Christianity was strengthening within me 
as I learned more about life. 

Her name was Nellie and she was a physical fitness buff 
and she never went a day, except for Christmas day and 
Easter, without doing some sort of exercising. My 
favorite, was when she would stretch and her arms and 
legs would flap about exposing herself to me in a most 
seductive fashion. Those nights I lay in bed and 
plunged my Silencer-Dildo in and out until I finally 
would get off and then fund a sated sleep. 

Then Nellie turned to me one night while I masturbated 
and told me that she could tell what I was doing, that 
she could smell my sex. I turned as red as my 
imagination allowed and asked her why she would say 
something so vile. Laughingly she said, "No silly. The 
wonderful smell of sex permeates one's senses like 
nothing else except perhaps vanilla, or a rosewater." 

She leaped out of her bed and pulled my covers to the 
side so she could find an entry place into my bed. I 
extend my hospitality to her. I appreciated her 
confidence and ability to so freely express herself. I 
felt her hands on my ass and her tongue on my clitoris 
and I began to raise my voice in joy. 

She stifled me with a simple, hot and wet lick to my 
asshole. I was stunned and asked her to repeat it. She 
put her finger into my ass and screwed me (a word I 
think to be most appropriate in reference to anal sex 
of any type) until I came and then pooped a bit on her 
fingers. Nellie was super cool and only laughed at my 
puppiness. 

She then positioned herself over me, so that her cunt 
was lowered onto my mouth. I ate her and in a flash 
learned to love cunnilingus more than any sexual act I 
had ever experienced. Men know what it is like to taste 
a woman's wetness and to run their tongue around her 
lips, simultaneously fingering her with one, or two, or 
three or four fingers. Some fist. (Not me.) 

Nellie and I made love, fucked and screwed every single 
night of that school year, without fail. We became an 
item, and not a single soul in the entire place had an 
inkling of our sexuality for one another. This made the 
fruit even some more forbidden, because when things get 
out they loose their flavor. 

Fucking a fellow student-nun in a convent, was not what 
I had bargained upon committing to a life of austerity 
and chaste. It did however make my initiation into the 
life of a nun far more fun.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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