Librarian, The


Chapter One:  The first day on a new job.

     Miss Jane started her first day at the school library with
some trepidation.  She'd only just graduated from her university
course and didn't have much experience.  This was her first
serious library job, except for a few short stints of work
experience.

     As the job was at the local Catholic High School which was
run by an order of Nuns, she had chosen to wear a tailored suit
instead of her normal, comfortable, casual jeans.  The suit she
felt showed  off her figure rather well, and hopefully wouldn't
upset the Nuns too much.  In addition she'd pulled her beautiful,
natural blonde hair back into a tight bun.  However she hadn't
been very happy with the image she thus presented as a
conservative almost dowdy librarian and had decided to wear some
lingerie.  Just so that she'd feel a little more like her normal
sexy self, although no one else would be able to tell under her
clothes.  She chose a nice silk camisole and french knickers and
donned them before putting on the rest of her clothes.  The feel
of the silk against her skin made her feel a little more alive
than the severe clothes by themselves would have.  She checked
herself out in the mirror before going out to the car quite liked
the effect, even if it made her look, she thought, far too
serious for her age of only 21.

     She turned up to the school at 9:00am on the dot and parked
her car and went to the library.  There she met the head
librarian, Sister Mary.  She would have preferred to have called
her by her first name but she appeared so fierce and
uncompromising in her severe, starched habit.  Sister Mary didn't
appear all that much older than herself, yet there was something
intimidating about her manner which made Jane think she must be
at least in her forties or fifties.

     Sister Mary showed her to her desk and outlined her duties. 
Her desk was behind the loans counter and her duties seemed to
consist mainly of checking the books that the students wanted to
borrow, out of the library computer system and accepting them
back when they were returned.  She was also apparently expected
to reshelve them when she had a spare moment.  She wasn't very
happy about this, but realised that she had to start at the
bottom and work her way upward.

     Sister Mary then asked with as slight smile, "All right now
Jane, do you think you can handle all that?"  Jane realised that
when Sister Mary smiled she seemed much younger than she was, but
it was also obvious she didn't smile all that often.  Jane
replied, "Yes, Sister.  The system is pretty standard and well, I
suppose that I can cope.   If I have any problems is it all right
if I ask you for help?"

     Sister Mary just narrowed her eyes slightly, smiled again
and said, "Certainly you can ask anytime my dear.  My office is
just over there behind the filing cabinets.  Its door is always
open for you."

     Jane realised that Sister Mary was attempting to make her
feel a little more welcome and was thankful for that.  She then
noticed a young girl at the counter looking expectantly at her
and she said, "Oops!  My first customer, I suppose I had better
look lively then, hadn't I Sister?"

     Sister Mary just chuckled and replied, "Certainly!  I'll
leave you to it then," and walked off into her office.

     Jane walked to the counter and waved the magic loans barcode
reader wand over the book the young girl and placed on the
counter and checked it out of the library computer.  Her first
customer smiled at her and simply said, "Thanks!" As she skipped
quickly out the door.

     She then settled down to a steady routine of loaning books
out, and accepting books which had been loaned back into the
Library.  After a few hours she found that she had a couple of
trolleys of returned books and started to reshelve them.  As she
wandered the library looking for the right shelf for the right
book she was amazed at how well disciplined the students were. 
All were hard at work studying and no one was making any
unnecessary noise.

     Her first day at work finally ended.  She was returning the
last couple of books to their shelves and thinking about going
home when she realised that all the students were gone.  She
returned to her desk to get her purse and leave.  As she picked
it up, she noticed Sister Mary looking at her from the door of
her office.

     "Did you enjoy your first day Jane?" Asked the Nun.

     "Yes, thanks," replied Jane.

     "Not too hard...or boring, I hope?" The Nun asked, showing
Jane one of her smiles which brightened up her stern looking face
framed in its starched veil.

     "No, it was fine!" Answered Jane.

     "Look, why don't you come into my office.  I have a small
bottle hidden here for special occasions.  I think celebrating
the completion of your first day with us qualifies," said Sister
Mary.

     Jane followed the Nun into her office.  She looked around it
and found that it was quite large, and its walls were covered in
large travel posters from assorted airlines.  There was also a
large poster of two young women, sitting on a small wooden pier. 
They appeared to be friends, in deep conversation and were
dressed in loose casual clothes.  She found herself wondering at
the way in which one of the two girls was looking at the other. 
It was obvious that the girl had an expression of what appeared
to be almost love in her eyes.  Suddenly her regard of the poster
was interrupted.

     "Interesting picture isn't it?"  Sister Mary asked, "I
always think it shows the true type of feminine love that can
only exist between two women.  Now sit down and tell me some more
about yourself."  She motioned to the couch which filled one wall
of the office as she handed Jane her drink.  Momentarily their
hands brushed and Jane felt a strange little spark of feeling
shoot up her arm from the contact.  She felt her eyes open a
little wider as she looked more closely at the Nun, realising for
the first time that she was in fact quite pretty despite the
plainness of her garb.

     Jane sat down and found herself opening up to the Nun,
telling her of her hopes and aspirations.  Of working in school
libraries and helping students as much as possible.  Sister Mary
had handed her a glass of whiskey which she found a little strong
for her, but as she drank it she found herself loosening up a
little more.  After about half an hour Sister Mary suddenly
announced that it was time for Evensong and that she would see
Jane in the morning.

     Feeling a strange mix of emotions ranging from
disappointment at not being able to continue talking to this
intriguing woman, to elation that she had been able to talk to
her and discover that she wasn't quite as daunting as she first
thought.  Off she went home to her little flat where she lived. 
It was small, but it was cheap but it was large enough for her
purposes.  She started a hot bath.  She felt like a long soak to
relax her a little.  As she undressed she surveyed her lithe
young body in the mirror.  She let her hair loose from its
confines and shook it down around her shoulders, framing her
face.  She reached up and pulled the camisole off of her upper
body and then slipped the french knickers off.  She looked in the
mirror, admiring her own body.

     She took in at a glance her large, firm breasts, with their
big nipples, her flat stomach and her sparse patch of reddish/
blonde coloured pubic hair where it formed the junction of her
long, slim legs.  She did a small pirouette and arched her back, 
thrusting her firm bum out and admiring the effect in the mirror.

     Smiling she entered the bathroom where the tub, partly
filled steamed gently.  She stepped in, feeling the heat of the
water entering her bones already, up feet into her legs.  She
slowly eased herself into the water.  It was just a touch too hot
for comfort, but the pleasure she was expecting to receive from
total relaxation cocooned in the water made her grin and bear it
as her body became used to it.  Finally she was lying up to her
neck in the steaming, hot fluid, feeling it warm her whole body
up and her muscles completely relax.

     As she lay there, she started to doze off slightly as she
relaxed.  As she sank slowly into her reverie her mind began to
wander back over the events of the day.  She remembered how she
had felt when she had awoken that day, a little worried about
starting a new job.  However she also remembered how she had felt
physically.  The previous night her boyfriend had visited her and
before he went home they had fucked furiously.  He had really
given her a workout, fucking in nearly every conceivable
position. He started out by kissing her, and then he moved from just a
normal kiss to something a little more passionate.  As they had
sucked on each other's tongues for a while, his hands had started
to wander all over her body.

     He had then cupped her breasts and squeezed in that special
way he had.  It had started to drive her crazy with passion, her
juices had really started to flow when he had rubbed her nipples
into aching erection.  As she lay in the bath, she felt the heat
of the water against her open loins become replaced with the
internal heat from her own body.  She remembered how his hands
had found her bum and began to squeeze and knead her buttocks,
pulling them apart and running his fingers up and down the crack
of her bum, pushing her clothes against her cunt and little brown
arsehole.

     She then recalled how she had pulled his cock out of his
jeans and grasped it tightly, feeling it throb in her hand.  How
she had then bent down and taken it into her mouth, feeling its
width force her mouth delightfully open, making her stretch wide
to take it all in.  She had licked its length and breadth,
running her tongue around the large purple head which seemed to
throb with the beat of his heart.

     They'd then pulled each other's clothing off in a frenzy of
lust which brought a slight smile to her lips as she remembered
it.  Naked she had mounted his cock, feeling it slide between her
wet, willing pussy lips, reaching deep inside her cunt to scratch
that mysterious little itch which only a hard dick could
properly.

     As she remembered the antics of the night before her hands
had subconsciously crept towards her breasts and had cupped them
in imitation of her memories.  She remembered how after fucking
up and down on his cock for a few minutes she had felt her first
orgasm building and when he has suggested they try a little,
"Bow-wow," their special name for "doggie" position, she had
answered with alacrity and placed herself on the edge of the bed,
on all fours with her curveaous bum thrust lewdly into the air,
awaiting its spearing with his shaft of love.

     Ah!  As she remembered how his cock had sank easily and
deeply into her tight cunt with one thrust of his hips, her hands
crept down to cup her pussy and to pull it open to feel the heat
of the water.  She had felt like she was being impaled by a rigid
spike of steel and had loved its feeling as it went deeper and
harder into her than in nearly any other position.  She loved it
when he squeezed and kneaded her bum cheeks, pulling them apart
so that he can see his hard cock thrusting in and out of her
cunt.  She loved it even more when he played gently with her
bumhole, gently feathering the tight little hole with his
fingers, slick with her spilled love juices.

     Suddenly as she recollected how her orgasm of the night
before had suddenly burst over her washing her with waves of
pleasure, so did another smaller one as she lay in the bath
playing with her own pussy.  She suddenly began to thrash and
writhe as she rubbed her clitoris all the harder, trying to
remember how it had felt with her cunt impaled on her boyfriend's
large, hard cock.

     As she lay there, in an after orgasm state of pleasurable
delium she also remembered how she had sucked him off after he
had given her at least half a dozen more orgasms, each more
powerful than the last and she had finally had to cry, "Enough!" 
In order to spare her now tired cunt and slightly sore clitoris. 
She remembered the feel of his cum sliding down her throat as
with each jerk of his cock it had filled her mouth to overflowing
and some of his sperm had spilled out onto her breasts where she
had rubbed it in.

     Lying, nearly dozing off after her orgasm her mind began to
wander.  She went back over the events of the day.  In particular
her mind kept filling with a picture of Sister Mary and she
wondered what she would look like outside the starched cloth of
her habit.  She wondered if she would be as pretty as she thought
she would be and she also remembered the flash of feeling she
had, had when their hands had accidently touched.

     As she lay there she began to construct an intricate fantasy
of how she and Sister Mary became very close friends and then,
for the first time in her life, she wondered what it would be
like to be loved by another woman.  To feel under her hands the
curve and heft of another woman's breast, to rub her hands over
the lovely curve and shape of another woman's backside.  To feel
the gentle touch of another woman on her own body.  To actually
suck on another woman's breast, to feel her nipple harden under
her tongue.  She also suddenly found herself wondering what it
would be like to lick another woman's pussy, to give her pleasure
and to receive it back in that special embrace only lovers can
give to each other in what is known as a `69'.

     While her mind wandered into unfamiliar territory, her hands
once more retraced the path they had followed many, many times
before.  First her large, firm breasts with their large pink
nipples which were tingling from not only the heat of the water
now, but the tiny aftershocks of her small orgasm.  She cupped
and squeezed them as in her mind Sister Mary did it for her, she
actually hefted one up and licked the nipple with her own tongue,
tasting the warm water as it trickled off her breasts.   Her
hands then left her breasts and moved down her body and found her
cunt at the top of her long legs, which were now spread open as
wide as the bath would allow.  Her fingers, rather than making a
beeline straight for her aching clitoris, instead teased her
pussy lips which were hanging open, engorged and throbbing with
blood.  She ran her fingers first up one side and down the other
as in her mind Sister Mary stroked her pussy.  Then she pulled
her cunt lips open wide, letting the hot water rush into her
cunt, heating her already superhot clitoris to even greater
heights of pleasure.

     She thought of Sister Mary doing that, and of her head
slowly bobbing down to lick at her cunt.  Of her finding her
clitoris and starting to suck and lick at it and drinking all the
juices that flowed out of her cunt and covered her face and lips. 
Suddenly she felt her orgasm building again, much greater in
intensity though, than the last time.  She visualised Sister Mary
swinging her body over hers, placing a leg each side of her head
and presenting her with a perfect view of her cunt, hanging over
her head.   She thought of how nice it would be lick those large,
red cunt lips which were glistening with the Nun's pussy juices. 
As in her mind's eye she reached up to pull the Nun's cunt to her
face to taste those juices she started coming.  It exploded from
her clitoris and washed over her body in superheated waves of
pleasure and filled her mind with light and brightness the like
of which she had very rarely experienced before.

     She nearly fainted with the intensity.  She then seemed to
drift off into a very confused doze.  When she finally awoke
properly she realised that the bath water had actually cooled
quite a lot and that she had spread water from one side of the
bathroom to the other with her thrashing.  A little embarrassed
when she remembered what she had been thinking she climbed from
the bath and dried herself off roughly, almost as if she wished
to expunge the guilt of her fantasy from her mind.

     As she cleaned the bathroom up she wished her boyfriend was
there to help her get over her strangely mixed feelings.  However
he was off on a trip on business and wouldn't be back for over a
month.  After finishing mopping up the spilt water she pulled on
a dressing gown and settled down to eat a sandwich in front of
the TV before going to bed.

Chapter Two: A night out

     The next morning she had forgotten all about her fantasy
about Sister Mary until she met her the next day at work.  When
she first caught sight of the young Nun she had gone bright red
as she remembered what she had been thinking the night before. 
She had simply stammered a brief "Hello" before starting to
reshelve the books which had been left over from the day before.  
As she worked amongst the stacks she calmed down somewhat and
told herself she was just being quite stupid about the whole
thing.  "Anyway," she thought to herself, "Sister Mary wouldn't
understand the matter at all, being a Nun and having dedicated
her life to religious service."

     During the day she managed to talk to Sister Mary on a few
procedural matters without any more trouble, although once she
found herself watching Sister Mary walking around the Library and
wandering what she looked like under her habit.  She guiltily
stopped that train of thought however before it had gone much
further.

     The novelty of the work quickly wore off and she settled
into a habit of arriving on time and then going home to her
lonely flat by herself.  Suddenly it was Friday, the end of the
week!  Sister Mary had attempted to be friendly throughout the
week to her, but Jane worried a little by her feelings for the
Nun had kept her slightly at arm's length.  However, just as she
was packing up late on Friday afternoon, ready to leave, Sister
Mary appeared at her elbow and started talking to her about her
plans for the weekend.  The Nun asked her, "What she was planning
to do that evening?"

     When Jane replied that, "My boyfriend is out of town at the
moment and I wasn't planning anything special at all this
weekend.  I was going to spend it at home most probably curled up
with a good book."  The Nun had then replied, "You work all week
with books Jane, come on, how about you come out for a drink this
evening with myself and some of the other Nuns?"  Apparently a
group of the younger Nuns played squash on Friday nights and
often rounded the evening off with a few quiet drinks in the
local Pub.

     Jane was a little surprised at the invitation and as she
wasn't looking forward to a boring friday night home alone, she
accepted.  They agreed to meet in the front bar of the Pub at
8:00pm after Sister Mary and her friends had finished their
squash game.

     Jane went home and had a quick dinner, showered and changed. 
She had rejected wearing her "normal" Friday night raging style
of clothes such as her leather mini-skirt and silk top as being a
little too "racy" for the company she was going to be keeping
that evening so instead she just put on a pair of jeans and a t-
shirt as it was still warm out.

     She entered the bar a few minutes after 8:00.  It was smoky
and crowded and she couldn't see Sister Mary or any other Nuns. 
As she surveyed the room she realised that this wasn't the sort
of place she would normally have expected to see some Nuns in
having a quiet drink together (not that she had, before meeting
Sister Mary, ever really imagining Nuns drinking alcohol at all). 
She thought that she must have misheard Sister Mary's invitation
and in fact she had meant the Lounge Bar so she started to work
her way through the crowd towards the doorway into the other,
more genteel bar.

     Suddenly she heard her name called and she looked around for
the source.  Seated in one of the corner nooks was a group of
about four or five young women all dressed in tracksuits.  She
saw one of them, with bright red hair waving at her and beckoning
her over.  As she came closer she realised that it was in fact
Sister Mary.  She was literally rather stunned.  Sister Mary had
revealed herself to be a quite beautiful young woman only about
five or so years older than Jane herself.

     "Hey!  Hey, Jane!  Over here!"  Called Sister Mary as she
motioned for her to come and sit down.  Jane sat down in a slight
state of shock as she realised that all the young women around
her were not much older than herself.

     "OK, Jane let me introduce you to the rest of the gang. 
This is Josephine, Maria, Susan and Ursella,"  said Sister Mary
as she pointed to each young woman in turn.  "So, what do you
want to drink?"

     "Errr, Ummm, a Vodka and Orange will do thanks,"  replied
Jane, attempting to cover her confusion by saying the first drink
that jumped into her head.

     "OK, Maria that will be three beers, a Vodka and Orange, and
a Rum and Coke."  instructed the Nun to her compatriot who was
already standing ready to proceed to the bar.

     "You look a little surprised when you first caught sight of
us Jane.  Whats wrong?  Expecting us to be wearing our habits?" 
Joked Sister Mary with a large grin on her face.

     "Err, yes I was.  I just hadn't quite thought what Nuns
would be wearing when they visited the Pub, thats all," replied
Jane confusedly as she looked around at the other Nuns.

     Maria, who had just left to go to the bar was a small, dark
skinned woman in her mid-thirties.  She looked Italian and had
long black hair.  Josephine who was seated on her left was a
tall, blonde woman about the same age as Jane, with short hair
and large grey eyes.  Susan was a petite woman in her mid-
twenties with shoulder length brown hair pulled back into a pony
tail.  Ursella on the other hand, was perhaps the oldest in her
late thirties but she was a slim, tall woman with brown hair cut
in a short pageboy look which made her appear younger than she
was when looked at closely.

     Of them all the greatest surprise though, was Sister Mary. 
She had been transformed by removal of her habit into a young
woman in her late twenties with long, lustrous bright red hair
which framed her face and transformed it from merely "handsome"
to quite beautiful.  Jane could also make out much more of her
body shape through the tightly hugging tracksuit and realised
that Sister Mary had quite a good body.  Her breasts were not
overly large, and her hips were quite pleasantly sized.  Her legs
appeared muscular and shapely from as far as she could tell.

     "Whats wrong Jane?  Did you expect us to play squash and
come drinking in those heavily starched habits we wear during the
day?  We've largely caught up with the rest of the 20th century
apart from our `uniforms'," said Sister Mary.  "By the way, you
don't have to call us `Sister' either you know."  Sister Mary
said with a small wink at Jane.

     Realising that Sister, no that should be just plain, Mary
was only attempting to make her feel a little more at ease, Jane
answered knowing that she was licked, with a smile of
resignation, "OK, so how was your squash game?"

     Mary and the other women lapsed into talking about their
squash games and how Maria was a cheat, which of course raised
howls of indignation from Maria who had returned with the drinks
on a tray.  Quickly Jane felt quite at home and without realising
it had quite forgotten that she was talking with a group of Nuns.

     She related how her boyfriend was away for the next month
and how she was bored without him.  The Nuns also listened
intently as she related her first week in her new job, although
she felt a little unsure of herself giving her impression of the
work in front of someone who was basically her boss.

     The other women gossiped to Jane about the other, older Nuns
and the goings on in the convent.  All the while Jane was
conscious of Mary's eyes on her face, looking at her intently. 
As the evening wore on Jane had her share of drinks and bought
her rounds as well.  She was quite relaxed and feeling quite
happy to have made some new friends.  Suddenly Mary looked at her
watch and reminded the other Nuns that it was late and that they
had better get going.  When Jane stood though, she realised that
she had a little too much to drink and swayed slightly on her
feet.

     As they left the Pub, Mary with some concern asked her if
she was, "all right to drive home.  You haven't had too much have
you?"

     Jane suddenly felt a little queezy and replied, "No, shats
OK, I'll walk home and leave the car here at the Pub.  Isssh 'ot
far."

     Mary said to the other Nuns, "Look you lot go on ahead. 
I'll take Jane home.  I feel a little guilty at getting her into
this state and then having her walk home alone.  I'll walk with
you."

     As they walked towards Jane's flat the moon was bright and
the night warm and comfortable.  She could smell the scent of
Boronias and Wattle on the air and it made her hanker for her
absent boyfriend.  Mary chatted to her about the school Library
which was both the love and hate of her life.  She obviously had,
had enough to drink and was also feeling rather relaxed as they
walked.

     Eventually they made it to Jane's place and Mary was saying
good night when Jane on an impulse asked her in for coffee.  Mary
accepted and they entered Jane's flat.  Mary exclaimed with
delight at the way in which Jane had decorated the flat.  She
particularly like the colonial style pine furniture and the small
kitchen nook.

     While Jane prepared the coffee, Mary sat at the table and
chatted about decoration and how in many ways she regretted
entering the order as the only thing she got to decorate now was
the school library.  She wasn't allowed any decorations in her
bare, small cell.  Jane stood and listened and watched, glad for
the chance to see Mary so different from when she wore her habit.

     As they sat and had their coffee Jane asked her, "Whats it
like being Nun?"

     Mary replied with a small smile on her face, "Its fine. 
About the only things I miss are the chance to decorate my room
as I want and perhaps some of the other aspects of personal life
which we have to deny to ourselves on taking our final vows."

     "What sort of things do you mean?" Asked Jane little
naively.

     "Why men of course, but we take a vow of chastity and I
suppose the feminine company makes up for that to large degree"
replied Mary again with that small smile on her face.

     "Thats terrible, you mean you can't?" Answered back Jane a
little impulsively.

     Mary just reached across the table and took Jane's hand in
hers and said, "Don't worry, what you don't have you can't miss. 
Anyway, there is more than one way to skin a cat, you know."

     As their hands touched, Jane again felt that small spark of
electricity leap between them.  Mary suddenly stood and drew Jane
up to her and she put her arms around her and said, "And what
about you?  Do you miss not having a man around you all the
time?"  Before Jane could reply she felt Mary lean forward and
kiss her.  The little electric spark which had cross when their
hands touched felt like a massive bolt of lightning now.  It
literally took her breath away as she felt Mary's arms go around
her and hug her tight, their breasts touched through their
clothing and she couldn't believe the feelings she felt as her
nipples scraped across Mary's breasts.

     Mary's hand's roamed up and down her body, hugging her first
tightly and then loosely, feeling all the curves of her slim
figure.  Then as her breathing became more ragged she felt the
tip of her tongue invade her mouth, followed by the rest of her
tongue and her head swam with the sensations.  She began to feel
herself responding, her body moulding itself into Mary's
delightful shape.  Her own arms came up and began to return the
hug, drawing Mary closer and closer.

     She felt Mary's hands find her breasts and cup them.  It
felt much better than even when her boyfriend did it.  Mary
seemed to know exactly the right pressure to exert and she felt
her juices starting to flood her pussy, making her wet and
excited.  She began to return the kiss, thrusting her tongue deep
into Mary's mouth.

     The kiss seemed to last forever.  She could hear her blood
pounding in her ears and it was perhaps the most passionate kiss
in her life.  Mary was pulling her t-shirt up, out of her jeans
and rubbing her hands across her bare back and sides.  Every
where she touched small electric shocks seemed to run themselves
all over her body.  She felt Mary reach up, under her t-shirt and
undo her bra, releasing her breasts. which by now were feeling
tightly confined.  As she felt her breasts take up their own
weight, freed from the bra a small moan escaped her throat.

     Their tongues continued to spar with each other, in each
other's mouth, it felt wonderful as Mary's hands moved around on
her t-shirt and bra to the front and cupped her bared breasts for
the first time.  When Mary squeezed her nipples it seemed like
she was in heaven from the sensations which shot from them
straight to her clitoris which was being rubbed against Mary's
cunt mound.

     She just seemed to melt into Mary's arms and gave herself
completely up to the sensations as she felt her begin to undo the
snap on her jeans and push them down over her hips.  It seemed
that Mary knew exactly the right places to caress and just how
long which was necessary.  Even her knickers joined the jeans
down around her ankles and she was almost completely undressed by
this demonic creature which seemed to know what she needed and
how she needed it.

     Suddenly Mary broke off their kiss and moved her head
downwards towards her breasts and took first one nipple and then
the other gently into her mouth, laving them with her hot tongue. 
It felt like her pussy was going to catch alight, she was that
hot. Mary's hands wandered even more freely over her body, cupping her
breasts, presenting them to Mary's mouth for her to suck and
nibble on each nipple.  Suddenly one of them cupped her mound and
she thrust her hips forward, so great was her need.  A finger
traced her pussy lips feeling how wet and swelled they were, and
a deep groan issued forth from her mouth as she nearly collapsed
with the pleasure that was generated.

     Mary manoeuvred Jane backwards in her arms to the couch and
knelt between her legs.  She pulled her jeans and kickers off
completely, and looked up at Jane from between her thighs.  She
then slowly bent forward and began to lick and suck on her
breasts, and running her hands up and down her thighs.  It drove
Jane even higher into ecstasy and when Mary began to move her
mouth down between her breasts and then down her stomach to the
top of her pubic hairs, Jane reached out and slowly pushed her
head even lower, deeper into her crutch, to her pussy with its
pouting lips.

     When Mary's questing tongue however avoided her cunt and
instead licked first down one thigh, and then up the other Jane
almost screamed in frustration.  However Mary then pulled away
from Jane's grasp and stood up.  She then proceed to slowly
remove her t-shirt and tracksuit, revealing a beautiful, tanned,
well muscled body with small firm breasts and a bright red thatch
of pubic hair.  She smiled at Jane and simply asked, "Do you like
what you see?"

     Jane in frustration, wanting her even more now than ever,
turned on for the first time by the sight of another naked
woman's body said, "Yes, yes, YES!  Please, come here!  I want
you so much!"  Jane had given in completely to the needs of her
horny body and wasn't shocked in the slightest by the words which
seemed to spill from her mouth without any forethought.

     Mary moved back to her position between Jane's thighs and
slowly bent forward.  Again she traced with her tongue the curve
of the inside of first one thigh, and then the other, coming
closer with each upward movement to Jane's cunt.  Mary could feel
the heat emanating from there on the cheeks of her face and could
smell the heady smell of a woman on heat.  She could see the
juices almost flooding out of Jane's cunt and leant forward to
taste them.

     Jane's hips thrust upwards in answer, her hands grasped
Mary's head as she ground Mary's face into her juicy cunt.  She
could feel Mary's tongue licking all over her pussy lips and then
darting inside to taste her juices as they trickled out.  When
Mary finally got around to licking her clitoris she was nearly
crawling the walls.  When her tongue finally flicked across her
erect love bud, she had a tremendous orgasm which suddenly burst
upon her without warning, sending stars shooting through her
brain.  With Mary's hands finding and squeezing her breasts, the
pleasure reached almost unbearable levels.

     Suddenly she was rocked by another orgasm, and then another
as Mary proceeded to concentrate on her clitoris with her tongue,
playing with her breasts with one hand and then finger fuck her
with the other.  Jane fainted.

     When she awoke she found herself in Mary's arms on the bed. 
Mary was looking deeply into her eyes and said, "Did you enjoy
that?"  "Mmmmmmm, yes.  I've never had such intense orgasms
before," she replied a little dreamily.

     She could feel Mary's hands slowly stroking her back and
when she leant her head forward Jane welcomed the kiss on her
lips and their tongues slowly entwined in each other's mouth. 
The passion had decreased, but the love had intensified as they
slowly made love.  Again Mary sought out her breasts and slowly,
lovingly brought her nipples to erection.  The pleasure that
emanated from that was so still as intense, yet it was the sort
that comes after a crashing orgasm, a pleasure which is like a
fine Port after a sumptuous dinner.  Mary slowly progressed down
her body to her cunt once more which had its lusts reawakened and
her heat was once more rising.

     This time though, Mary instead of moving down between her
legs, lay beside her.  Her pussy was level with Jane's face and
she could smell a tantalising perfume of a woman on heat.  As
Mary began to lick and suck her own cunt she reached for Mary's
hips and pulled her towards her face.  She looked for the first
time at another woman's cunt in close up.  She saw a pink slit,
wet with its own juices, the lips engorged with blood, surmounted
by a mop of bright red, curly, wiry hair which glistened with the
juices rubbed into it.

     Mary moved her legs so that one was now each side of her
head, her cunt was now over her face, only inches from it.  She
reached up and traced its outline, smearing the juices on her
fingers.  She could see Mary's bum cheeks, framed against the
ceiling and reached up and grasped them.  She could hear Mary
moaning against her cunt as she licked and sucked the juices from
it, giving her redoubled pleasures.

     Suddenly she felt Mary stop her efforts and say muffled by
her own legs, "You don't have to do it if you don't want to." 
However this simply spurred her on and her own tongue reached out
and flicked over Mary's cunt lips.  Upon tasting the sweet nectar
of another woman Jane knew she was hooked and she scooped up
another mouthful of juices and swallowed it whole.  Her tongue
began to explore Mary's cunt, and her efforts seem to spur Mary
to redouble her own against Jane's pussy.

     So a positive feed back circuit was established.  When Jane
licked Mary's cunt and brought her pleasure the effort was
returned by Mary who licked Jane's cunt.  As her face became
covered for the first time with another woman's juices her tongue
sought out all the hidden nooks and crannies which only another
woman can know about.  Her tongue teased the little nub of
pleasure which excited Mary to new heights of endeavour on her
own clitoris.  Pleasure built to new heights with each new thing
attempted and answered by Mary's own tongue and fingers.

     She experimented, and began to finger fuck Mary as she
licked her clit.  Suddenly Mary went completely rigid, her cunt
gripped her fingers as they explored the velvety insides of her
vagina and a muffled moan escaped from her mouth.  Jane was
pleased with herself, she had managed to return some of the
pleasure she had received from her new lover.  It took Mary only
a few seconds to recover and she redoubled her efforts on Jane's
own cunt.  Suddenly Jane felt the waves of her own orgasm wash
over her own body as it exploded from her cunt and gripped her
tightly in its embrace.

     Mary moved back and around until they faced one another
again.  They kissed, intermingling the flavours of each other's
cunt juices, their tongues licking the wine of their orgasms from
each other's faces.  They slowly fell asleep, secure in each
other's arms, their bodies snuggling tightly together.

     During the course of the night Jane awoke and began to make
love to Mary, who lay beside her, their bodies entwined.  She
started by slowly kissing and licking her ears, moving down her
neck, across her shoulders to her breasts.  Tasting, teasing
another woman's nipples into erection for the first time.  Her
tongue and mouth fully explored the valley between her firm small
breasts, bringing goose bumps to the skin.  She began to explore
lower and lower, across her small flat tummy to that delightful
little navel.  Her tongue roamed around and over her belly
button, tasting and smelling the special smell of a woman who is
becoming sexually excited.  She moved lower, finding the small
bush of wiry pubic hair which covered the top of Mary's sweet
grotto of love.

     She stopped for a moment, before continuing her explorations
to simply allow her sense of smell to experience the messages
that Mary's sex was delivering to it.  She then impulsively leant
forward and thrust her tongue between Mary's cunt lips and tasted
her juices as they slowly began to bubble forth from her pussy. 
A small moan escaped Mary's lips and her hands reached up and
stroked her hair.  Mary chuckled and said, "My, my you are
getting to be quite a cunt lapper Jane, oh!  Yes, yes, thats it
lick my twat, taste my juices you beautiful woman!  Fuck me with
your tongue, lick my clit!  Oh, god!  Thats sooooooooooo
goooood!"

     Jane redoubled her efforts at this encouragement and Mary's
voice quickly dissolved into a low series of groans and moans as
she relished what Jane's tongue was doing to her.  Her hips began
to buck against Jane's face as her long tongue began to thrust
deep into her pussy.  She felt Mary's hands tighten their grip on
her head and hold it in place as she tongue fucked the beautiful
nun, thrusting her tongue deeper and deeper into her hot cunt,
tasting the juices which rolled out, down her tongue into her
throat.

     Mary suddenly stiffened and Jane felt her tongue embraced by
the force of her orgasm.  It seemed to last forever, until Mary
collapsed in a heap.  She reach down with her arms to Jane's
shoulders and slowly pulled her up until they were lying, one
atop the other and their tongues slowly entwined once more.  Mary
began to rub her cunt against Jane's and they just seemed to fit
together.  Jane's cunt was already hot from what she had been
doing to Mary and she felt their pussies mash even more tightly
together.  Their clits touched and rubbed and she felt an orgasm
explode over her, her cum drenching both of them with its
intensity.  Mary quickly moved down her body and licked her pussy
clean.  When she returned, Jane could see even in the dim light
the grin which was on her face as they kissed once more.

     Again they fell asleep entwined in each other's arms.  This
time when Jane awoke she was alone, and it was late morning. 
Beside her on the pillow was a note, it read simply, "See you
Monday.  I have to hurry back to the convent for morning prayers. 
Last night was fantastic.  Love Mary."

     Jane worried that last night had all been a dream, yet she
could feel the well satisfied feeling which she only felt after
she had, had a good fuck session.  Her cunt seemed to glow and
she felt well satisfied.  The note confirmed what had happened. 
As she lay there she felt herself again grow wet as she dwelt on
what had happened.  She looked forward to what adventures Monday
would bring her.