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The Virgin Chronicles - 11
by Netman169 (netman169@yahoo.com)
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These stories are a series of accounts, of young teen
girls losing their virginity and discovering the world
of sex. In Part 11, Patricia is a fifteen-year old
postulant nun who has to make a choice between the vows
of Obedience or Chastity. (Mf, ped, 1st, mast, oral)
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Part 11 - Postulant Patricia
My name is Patricia. At the time of this story I was
fifteen-years old. I was in the first year of training
to become a nun in a position known as a postulant. I
was 5 feet, 1 inch with blond wavy hair. When I entered
the convent I was supposed to cut it, but since I was
only a postulant they let me hide it under my veil. I
had just gone through puberty a few years ago yet my
body was straight with only a flat chest like a boy.
Luckily the habit hid my body.
A postulant is a nun in training. I took preliminary
vows including Obedience to the Church and Chastity to
my body. I lived in a convent with twenty other nuns and
postulants and the Monsignor who was head of the Order.
He was in his thirties.
I was very naive about the world having chosen this life
early. I knew literally nothing about sex and only a
little about basic biology.
One day after class in the Monsignor's office, as I was
leaving I picked up the book and papers that I had set
on the shelves.
Unknown to me at the time some of the Monsignor's papers
had gotten stuck to the bottom of mine.
Now every afternoon we had an hour of alone time in our
rooms when we were supposed to study, meditate or pray.
As I was sifting through the papers preparing to study,
I noticed I had picked up one of the Monsignor's
magazines by mistake. It had a plain cover with the
title Unnatural Desires printed across it. Curiously,
the 'Un' in "Unnatural" had an X printed over it,
leaving it to read "Natural Desires".
I opened it up and started looking through it. The first
few pages contained pictures of grown men and young teen
girls about my age and younger. They were pictured at
what appeared to be a party at a house with a pool.
Everyone was in swimsuits. The bikinis that the girls
were wearing seemed very skimpy for their ages.
But then I got a real shock. On the next page, everyone
had taken off their swimsuits and were partying around
stark naked. I quickly closed the magazine hoping I
could sneak it back next week. Throughout the rest of
the day I had a hard time not thinking about what I had
seen.
The next day at alone time, I had to see more. I sat on
my bed and turned to the page where everyone was naked.
Some of the girls had straight flat bodies and flat
breasts like me. Their pussies ranged from bare slits
like mine, to plush and hairy like Mother Superior's was
when I saw her in the shower.
But I was more interested in the men and what was
between their legs. I had seen drawings of penises in a
biology book but never a photograph. The penises of
these men seemed to be between six and eight-inches
long. I wondered if that was a typical size.
Turning the pages, there were pictures of the girls now
touching and stroking the men's penises. I was shocked.
The penises were much harder and bigger now, between
eight to ten-inches long. I couldn't look away. From
what I knew about sex, I assumed that meant they were
aroused.
On the next page, I got an even bigger shock. There were
pictures of these little girls with the penises in their
mouths. They appeared to be sucking them. Some seemed to
be swallowing them in pretty deep. I had never heard of
anyone doing this.
Even more puzzling were pictures of the men with their
heads between the girls' legs. They were licking the
little girls' slits and the girls seemed to be enjoying
it. I wondered what that felt like?
The next few pages were the most interesting. It showed
the men sliding their penises in and out of the girls'
vaginas. Most of the girls were on their backs, their
legs pointed up with the men inside of them. A few were
squatted over the men riding them like cowgirls. One was
bent over the couch being taken from behind.
I did know what sex was, but seeing it was a real eye
opener. I again wondered what it felt like?
The last few pages showed the men shooting white stuff
all over. I assumed this was their sperm. There was lots
of it coming out of the tips of the penises. Some landed
on the faces of the girls, some in their mouths'. Most
were dripping out of their vaginal openings.
I finally understood sex and how it worked.
While looking at the pictures, I noticed that I had a
really tingly feeling in my own vagina. I pulled up the
bottom of my habit and looked at my panties. Mother
Superior made all of us postulants wear the same kind.
They were white cotton little girl panties that covered
our whole bottoms. She said they were white to signify
our innocence. In fact she inspected us each day.
I couldn't believe how wet I was. The crotch was soaked
so I pulled it off to one side and started rubbing my
bare fifteen-year old slit while continuing to look at
the pictures.
Soon my hand landed on the little bud at the top on my
slit. Rubbing that felt really good, especially as I
looked at the pictures of the men licking the girls'
pussies. That seemed like it would feel really good. The
faster I rubbed, the better it felt and soon I felt my
insides expanding and contracting and my body exploded
in what I assumed was an orgasm. It felt so good I was
trying to understand why the church forbade it. I
reached down and started rubbing myself again.
Just then the door burst open and in walked the
Monsignor. He closed the door behind him.
There I was, my habit pulled up around my waist, the
crotch of my panties pulled over to the side, and my
fingers on my vagina.
"Postulant Patricia," he said, "I see you found my
magazine. I see you liked it!"
I looked at him in shock. I could not talk. I could not
even pull my habit down.
"Don't stop just because I'm here," he ordered. "Go on,
continue."
I didn't think I could disobey him, so I started rubbing
again, this time looking him straight in the eyes.
Monsignor on the other hand, was looking straight at my
vagina. It must have reminded him of the little girl
vaginas he saw in his magazine.
Then he did something I never expected. He kneeled in
front of me, moved my hand aside, and put his mouth
right on my vagina. He started licking up and down the
slit between my thin outer lips and then went up towards
the top.
His tongue landed on the bud that I later learned was
called the clitoris. I leaned back flat on my back to
enjoy. It felt better than I had imagined. I understood
why the girls in the magazine liked it. After five to
ten minutes of this, I exploded in another orgasm that
was even better than the first.
As I lay trying to catch my breath, Monsignor stood up
next to my face, reached down, and lowered his zipper.
Out popped his penis. I was excited to see a real one.
It was flaccid but from seeing the magazine, I
understood what he wanted. I got down to my knees in
front of him, opened my mouth and took his penis inside.
As I sucked like the girls in the magazine, his penis
started to grow in my mouth. It grew to at least eight-
inches long.
It felt incredible as it expanded inside my mouth. I
even tasted a bit of salty fluid on the tip.
I just had to have more and swallowed him as deep as I
could down my throat. As I slurped licking the underside
of his shaft with my tongue, I looked directly at him
with my blue/gray eyes.
He seemed lost in another world. I now understood why
the girls liked this. Besides getting me sexually
aroused, I also felt a profound sense of power.
Before he could get too excited, however, he pulled
away, "Take off your habit and veil," he ordered, "It's
time to give yourself in sacrifice!"
I knew that I had to obey him, but really I wanted to do
it anyway.
Sitting up, I pulled the habit over my head taking the
veil with it. We young postulants were not allowed to
wear bras, not that I needed one. (Mother Superior also
checked this daily.)
I lay back down, almost totally naked except for the
white cotton panties. He was the one who reached over
and peeled them off.
I hoped he wouldn't be disappointed in my straight young
body, my flat breasts or my thin little girl vagina
lips. (In hindsight, I should have known from the
magazine that he preferred little girl bodies.)
When he saw my body, he leaned down and put his mouth on
my flat right breast. After licking a while, he sucked
on the nipple. I could feel t harden in his mouth. Then
he did the same to my left breast.
When that too was firm, he stripped out of his robes
taking off everything but his collar. His penis was
still hard. I reached out and examined the thing that
had just been in my mouth. I didn't know I would like
penis so much. After feeling it all over, I couldn't
wait to get it inside me.
He climbed up above me, as I spread my legs. That
magazine showed me just what to do. I grabbed his penis
and put it at the entrance of my vagina. He stopped for
a moment as if to say a prayer and then pushed forward
hard.
"Oh God!" I screamed as he busted through my hymen. I
never felt anything fill me up so full. As he started
pumping in and out with long slow strokes, I felt like I
was (pardon me) in heaven.
The bulbous head of his penis was rubbing the insides of
my vaginal canal in places I never knew existed.
As he sped up, I felt my body start another orgasm. This
one was so strong; I almost fell off the bed. In the
middle of it, I felt him spewing load after load of his
hot priestly seed, deep into my vagina. As he pulled
out, I felt his hot holy seed dripping from my vagina,
forming a pool on my bed.
I now knew what the girls in the magazine felt like. I
now knew what sex was.
The Monsignor put on his clothes, took his magazine, and
blessed me. Before he left, he reached into his pocket
and handed me a pair of black satin bikinis.
"Wear these from now on and report to Mother Superior
when I leave," he ordered. "She'll know what this
means."
Cleaning up my vagina and putting on the new panties
along with my habit and veil, I reported to Mother
Superior's room.
Stripping before her, I displayed the new black bikini
panties.
"Looks like the Monsignor thinks you are ready to move
forward in your training," she said, running her hands
over my still excited nipples down to my satin covered
vagina.
"Plan on spending the new few nights in my room."
Needless to say, life in the convent got a lot more
interesting!
More stories to come...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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