Sex Secrets - Inside The Convent
by Unknown 


GENERAL INTRODUCTION 

It is a fact of life that where women are gathered together, without 
recourse to men, intra-sexual incidents will occur. 

They are neither abnormal, nor perverted. These sexual incidents are merely 
the expression of the need to be stroked, to feel physical intimacy. 

They may also be an expression of affection or admiration, as some of these 
case histories will show. 

I have compiled these histories out of my files because of the general trend 
to believe that lesbianism is a sexual aberration. 

My clinical position, obviously, is that it is not. 

Take the following excerpt from a young seven-year-old: 

Before my awe-struck eyes, Sister Alice raised the black serge skirt above 
her knees. 

My innocent question had turned into a shocking experience. Of course Sister 
Alice had legs! As I watched her long, well-shaped gams appearing, as she 
hoisted the gown up higher and higher, I realized that it had been a stupid 
question for a seven-year-old girl to ask. 

I had always thought that the nuns, with their long robes wore 
roller-skates, and when I was younger, I thought perhaps they had stilts 
with wheels on them. 

That's how impressed I was with the way they walked-so smooth, with no 
bouncing and jiggling around, no movement of their arms or shoulders, like 
the way I walk. 

"Would you like to see what else I have?" Sister Alice asked. 

Her voice was soft and sweet, and she was smiling at me. 

I nodded. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew why I had wanted to ask 
the question. 

I was curious. I just wanted to see that she was like me, only older and 
more developed. 

Sister Alice's skirt rose higher and higher, until I saw a thickly-furred 
triangular patch at the apex where her thighs met her hips. 

Sister Alice was wearing no panties! 

Her long black stockings stopped midway up her well-shaped thighs, and were 
held up with a black garter belt, which I realized, as she raised the skirt 
even higher to reveal her soft belly. 

But she was not wearing any pants! 

"Would you like to touch it?" she purred. 

I nodded my head and gulped. 

My panties became a soggy mess with the sudden excitement which grew in me, 
as I reached out my soft little hand to touch her furred muff. 

 CASE HISTORY ONE 

Subject: Louise M. Age: Fourteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Louise was brought to me by her mother, who was extremely upset. 

Her mother had heard Louise talking about incidents which had occurred to 
her at the convent boarding school, which Louise's mother had difficulty 
believing. 

In my initial interview with the mother, she seemed to think that Louise was 
developing a perverted imagination. 

She had been in the boarding school for four years. She was a very pert 
little fourteen-year-old, precocious for her years both intellectually and 
physically. 

She looked rather to be sixteen or seventeen than fourteen. When I mentioned 
this fact to her, she said that it ran in the family. 

My two older sisters developed even earlier than I did, Doctor. One's twenty 
now, and married, and the other one is eighteen. 

They both got into trouble when they were thirteen, and when it came time 
for me to go to school, my parents just decided that I wasn't going to go 
the way of all flesh, to quote Sister Margaret. 

She's cool. She gives us good books to read, and talks about everything with 
us, as if there were no secrets to be kept from us about life, because we're 
too young. 

My mother doesn't have that attitude at all! She thinks everything is a 
secret. The thing is, I think she makes a point of not hearing or seeing 
what she doesn't want to see and hear, and she doesn't know that her 
daughters get all the information they want anyway. 

I think that's why my sisters got into trouble. And the trouble was always 
boys and sex. 

Anyway, when I reached the age of ten, my parents enrolled me at St. 
Claire's Boarding School for Young Girls. 

I thought I was going to hate it, being locked away like that, except for 
weekends, when we all go home, except the girls who have no homes, or whose 
parents don't want them anyway, and are always away. 

The girls are mostly wealthy, and the school is wealthy, so there's plenty 
of everything to amuse us, except one thing: boys! 

And because we're away all week, behind high stone walls, there's nothing to 
amuse us on weekends. 

We don't really have a chance to meet anyone, and I guess that's what my 
parents want: They don't want me to meet boys, and I don't meet them. 

Whereas, at first I didn't want to go to the school at all, now I look 
forward to going back. 

At least I know there's some sexual activity there. As a matter-of-fact, 
there's a lot of sexual activity. 

At first, I wasn't aware of it, but after I'd been there a few days, I began 
to hear voices whispering, and giggling, and pattering feet in the 
dormitory, after lights out. 

We all live in various dormitories divided up into age groups. There are 
curtains around each bed to insure privacy. 

As I said, at night, after lights out, I would curl up in my bed, and listen 
to the noises. 

I've been frigging myself since I was about nine years old, and very often I 
would lie alone on the bed, frigging myself to exhaustion, wishing quite 
frankly that I had the same opportunity as my sisters to get into trouble. 

As I said, I hated the school. 

One night, as I was teasing my clitoris, feeling the juices rise in my body, 
I heard footsteps and then my curtain parted softly. 

"Psst! Louise?" 

"Yeah?" I whispered, raising my head from the pillow to see who it was. 

"It's Elaine! Wanta come to the bathroom with us?" 

"What's there?" I asked. 

Elaine giggled. 

"Come on, and we'll show you!" she whispered, letting the curtain fall. I 
got up and put on my slippers and bathrobe, and slipped cautiously out of 
the bed and down the long dormitory to the bathroom. 

It was a large, pink-tiled room, with little glassed-in cubicles where the 
showers were, and a long row of sinks. The bathtubs were also in cubicles. 

The floor was carpeted heavily, and there was an ante-room which was also 
carpeted, and which had chairs and couches in it, to wait while other girls 
were taking their baths or showers. 

Like I said, the place was real fancy. 

I gasped when I walked into the room. 

Elaine was behind the door, and she slammed it shut after I walked in. 

She locked it. Every girl in that room was naked. There were about twelve of 
them. 

"We're having a frigging contest to see who can come first. Do you want to 
join?" 

I looked at her, thunder-struck, and nodded. 

That was what I had been doing when she had come to my bed and my cunt was 
aching to be relieved of the sexual pressure which had built up all day, and 
kept my panties soaking wet with my juices. 

I took off my clothes. At first I was a little bit shy about it, because I 
knew I was better developed than most of the girls my age. 

I had seen lots of them staring at my ripening breasts with a jealous 
expression on their faces, and it had made me uncomfortable. 

"Wow! I wish I had boobs like that!" Karen exclaimed, staring at my little 
budding breasts, as I pulled my nightie off. 

For a ten-year-old, my body wasn't bad. I was going to be as tall as my 
sisters when I grew up, and I knew it. 

Already I had a waist line, and my hips were beginning to fill out like my 
breasts. 

"Can I touch them?" Elaine asked, her breathing getting very heavy as she 
stared at the pink-tipped little mounds. 

"Yeah, I guess so," I said, feeling my own breathing getting heavy. 

Elaine put her hand out and gently cupped one of my little tits. 

I can't tell you the pleasure that rippled through my little body, as I felt 
her soft palm running around and around the little mound. 

My little nipple puckered tightly as her soft flesh rubbed my tit-flesh. It 
was a fantastic sensation. 

"Oh, that feels good!" I said. 

"I wonder what it would feel like if a boy did it!" Karen said. She was 
sitting in a little red chair, with one leg up over the arm of it. Her 
little hairless pink twat was gleaming. 

Her pink little girl meat was swollen and glistening with her fluids. 

"Are we going to have this contest or not?" Mary said. Her little finger was 
twirling around and around her love button. 

"Well, we have to wait and let Louise catch up to us, first, don't we?" 
Elaine said. 

I always liked Elaine. She was so fair-minded. 

"No, I don't need to catch up," I said, blushing a little. 

"You mean you can come that fast?" Karen asked, as she started to rub her 
finger up and down the flower-like folds of her pussy. 

"No, not really," I said. "But I was frigging myself in bed when Elaine came 
to get me, so I'm pretty greased." 

"Well, then, sit down or stand up or lie down, and let's get started," Mary 
said. 

Mary was the bossy type, and it turned out that she was the one who usually 
organized these parties. 

I looked around, and saw that the chairs were all occupied. Even Elaine had 
taken a seat, and was frigging herself. 

I sat down on the floor, and lay down, bending my knees upward, splaying my 
legs to open my twat up for my eager, hot little hand. 

"All right, everybody, stop! I haven't given the signal yet!" Mary said. 

Everyone stopped, and Mary gave the signal. 

"Ready, get set, go!" she said, reaching into her own twat, to stimulate her 
glowing pink meat. 

I started to run the tip of my finger around and around the hard little 
button which was so excited that it had popped out hard and long, from the 
flesh which surrounded it. 

Through half-closed eyes, I looked around me, and lost all my inhibitions as 
I watched my classmates and future friends, digging into their soft little 
girl flesh to bring themselves off. 

Mary was frigging herself with a two-handed style that absolutely fascinated 
me. I had never thought of it. 

With one hand she was rubbing up and down her swollen, sticky-wet pussy 
meat, and with two fingers of the other hand, she was pumping in and out of 
her drooling dark hole. 

I decided to try it, to see if I could do that too. I knew that there were 
many times when I was frigging myself that I wanted to stick something up my 
spastic, excited cunt, but I didn't dare. 

I was afraid I was too young, and I would hurt myself. 

But Mary was obviously not afraid, and she had obviously been doing it for 
some time, so I figured it couldn't hurt me. 

I kept twirling my finger around and around my little love button, and very 
cautiously at first, I tried to stick two fingers into my tight little twat. 

"Owww!" I said. 

"You can't do it like that if you haven't done it before," Mary exclaimed, 
as she saw what I was doing. 

"Start with one finger, and then when your cunt is stretched, work up to 
two." 

"Oh," I said, partially with the excitement of learning something new, and 
partially with excitement. 

I stuck my finger tentatively at the entrance to my twat. I could feel the 
hot, sticky syrup pouring out of my twat, covering my finger. 

The sensation was tremendously exciting. 

I pushed forward, feeling the incredibly soft, wet flesh parting before the 
little invader with which I was prying open my little girlhood. 

The sensation that ripped through me was incredible. I gasped and closed my 
eyes. 

What awed me more than anything was that my cunt seemed to develop a life of 
its own. I could feel the cuntal muscles grabbing at my finger as I pushed 
it in slowly, carefully, parting the tight walls of my cunt. 

The stretching created a heavy throbbing in my cunt. I could feel my pussy 
juices flowing more and more heavily around the finger, until I got it 
lodged in my tight twat up to the knuckle. 

My honey poured out around the little digit, wetting my hand, making it 
sticky. 

My hips started to hump upward on the finger. It was not a movement that I 
willed consciously. It just sort of happened as my excitement grew. 

I had always loved masturbating, loved the fiery hot waves of bliss that 
rolled through me, loved the flowing of my syrup as my excitement grew, 
loved the hot, warm waves of comfort that filled my body after I had come. 

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" I grunted, feeling my hips crawl up, feeling my finger 
being lodged more deeply in my little cunt. 

My other finger was twirling excitedly around and around my little love 
button which was stinging pleasurably with the furious stimulation. It sent 
hot sharp waves of pleasure rippling through my belly, causing it to 
contract. 

I pumped my finger in and out of my cunt, as I teased and stimulated my 
clitoris. My motions became faster and faster, and I could feel that hot 
feverish feeling in my belly which I always get just before I come. 

I really wanted to come first. When I had lain down on the floor, I hadn't 
intended to, thinking it would be more diplomatic to aim for second or third 
place, since these girls had obviously belonged to this club far longer than 
I. 

But I was too hot to wait. I needed to come so desperately that it hurt. 

I opened my eyes halfway, to see what was going on around me. 

Mary had her head thrown back on the back of the chair. Her eyes were closed 
and her mouth was open. Her breathing was harsh, rasping. 

Her body was writhing on the chair, and her hips were humping upward, as she 
thrust both her fingers in and out of her twat. Her hand was covered with 
her thick, creamy juices, and the slimy stuff was dripping off her hand onto 
the seat of the chair. 

I felt the blood rush to my head, as I watched her frigging herself. I 
realized that there was double the excitement if you masturbated with other 
girls, because the sight of them, playing with their own little girl flesh, 
just added to the pleasure you got from your own hand. 

Elaine was groaning loudly. Her body was bent forward, and her hand was 
pumping furiously up and down on her plump pussy lips. Her chest heaved with 
the excited breathing that was hissing out of her throat. 

Sarah, like me, was on the floor. She had her legs straight up in the air, 
and I could see her pussy gash, like a wet, sticky wound between her legs. 

The room was filled with the smell of our come cream, now, as each of us 
used our hands to drive us over the peak of pleasure, and into orgasm. 

That's when I started to come. 

"Ahhh!" I cried out, feeling my hips jump up and down off the carpeting 
furiously. I drove my tight hot, dripping hole onto my finger, and slammed 
my finger into my cunt furiously. 

I pressed in hard, wanting to stuff my whole little hand into my cunt. 

Of course that was a physical impossibility, but I tried anyway. 

My whole body quivered with the delicious convulsions that ripped through 
me. I squealed and squirmed on the rug, my little tits jiggling lewdly with 
my bodily gyrations. 

I rubbed my little girl flesh even harder, feeling the heat of the friction 
of my hand on my soft pink flesh permeating my whole body. 

I broke out into a cold sweat, as I shivered with the intense waves of 
ecstasy that rolled through me. 

"Ohhh!" I cried. My movements started to slow down, as the orgasm started to 
fade away. 

My pussy muscles were still clenching, sucking on my pumping finger as I 
drove it in and out of my twat. 

I shivered again violently, feeling the last strong wave of my climax wash 
over my body. 

Then I collapsed heavily onto the rug, relaxed, and tingling with my 
post-orgasmic glow. 

"Eeeeee!" I heard Mary squeal. I looked over at her: She was humping up and 
down on that chair furiously. I was afraid she was going to pitch herself 
off. 

Her hand pumped in and out of her cunt furiously. It was a blur of motion as 
she awakened her own orgasm, and allowed it to take possession of her body. 

Her nice round little buttocks slapped up and down wetly on the vinyl seat 
of the chair. Beneath her ass, I could see her pussy juices in a thick, 
slimy-looking puddle. 

Her hand was even more covered with it than before. 

Her head rolled from side to side, and there was a gleaming patina of sweat 
on her soft, sweet body. 

"Ohhhh!" she groaned, as her body relaxed suddenly, and she pitched forward, 
her head on her trembling knees. 

I heard Elaine coming, and then Sarah. They had their own way of expressing 
their pleasure. 

Elaine's whole body was jerking spastically, as if she were having a violent 
convulsion or something. I could see the flush of her passion suffuse her 
whole body, as she pistoned her hand up and down her creaming cunt. 

Sarah was kicking her legs wildly in the air, slamming them down 
occasionally on the carpet, and using them as a brace to arch her hips up. 

Her whole body, taut and almost rigid, would form a bow, the only contact 
being at her head and feet. 

Then her body would slam down again, and her little, well-shaped legs would 
shoot up in the air again, and kick around furiously. 

Even though I had just experienced the ecstasy of a monumental come, I felt 
myself getting titillated all over again, as I watched my little friends, 
starting to come. 

I cradled my head in my arms, leaving my legs wantonly splayed, feeling the 
cream oozing out of my still hot-to-trot cunt, and enjoyed watching all of 
them come. 

Finally Mary looked around the room. 

"Have we all come?" she asked. 

There was a general murmur of yesses. 

"Well, I have news for you. Louise came first!" 

"You can make it second if you want," I said, trying to remain in their good 
graces. 

This was one sex club I really wanted to belong to! 

"No, it's fair. You came first," Mary said. You get the India rubber ball." 

"Oh, wow!" I exclaimed, sitting up, excited. "You mean you give prizes?" 

"Always. Do you want to join the club?" Elaine asked. 

I nodded happily. 

"The dues are a nickel a month. That way we have the money for the prizes, 
and the extra at the end of the year we use for a big party." 

"I'll give you a dime if you want. I like the club!" 

The girls laughed. 

"Give it time," Sarah said. "What with inflation and all, the dues will 
probably be raised to a dime next year, anyway." 

Sarah's father was an economist, and she knew a lot about world money 
affairs. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

I had had to stop Louise since her session was up. 

It wouldn't have hurt to keep her through a second session, since it was 
Saturday, and I had no other patients for the day, but her mother was parked 
outside and beeping her horn impatiently, and I might add, annoyingly. 

I instructed Louise to keep confidential what we had discussed, until our 
next session, next Saturday. 

I did what you told me, and didn't say anything to Mom, even thought she 
kept pumping me all the way home in the car about what I said, and what you 
said. 

She's awfully nosy sometimes. She reads my mail, looks through my drawers, 
and even listens in on my phone calls on the extension downstairs. 

I wouldn't mind, but when she's pawing through my personal effects, she 
always makes a mess. 

At the convent school, messes are not allowed. Everything has a place, and 
everything is supposed to be in its place. It's sort of carried over into my 
private life. 

Where my mother used to be constantly complaining to me to pick up this, 
hang up that, put that away, now my mother irritates me, because she's not 
as neat and well-organized as I am! 

I was talking about the club. 

They called it the Sisters of Sappho club. 

Mary's older sister, who was a famous liberal and Women's Liberationist, and 
a writer, was a lesbian, and she told Mary all about Sappho the poet. 

I asked her if the name were O.K. 

I mean, what if the nuns asked her what it meant? 

Mary just said that when they did ask, she told them it was a Greek poet she 
had read in one of her sister's books of poetry, who lived on the Island of 
Lesbos. 

Then she giggled. She said that the sisters usually smirked, or their faces 
twitched in this funny way, or else they rolled their eyes back in their 
head, but they never explained what Mary already knew, and was sort of 
daring them to talk about. 

Well, it was supposed to be a poetry reading club. Besides the nickel dues 
every month, there were other dues. 

Since everybody knew about the club, and we could get a room to be privately 
by ourselves, supposedly to read the poetry, we all had to memorize a poem 
every other week or so. 

Actually, it wasn't bad. I mean, it was educational besides being fun. And 
the education wasn't strictly in the poetry department, either. 

I learned a lot about how girls can make other girls come, and all of them 
were good. 

Once in awhile, when we'd be extra long in a room, one of the nuns would 
knock on the door. 

We'd all yell out not to be disturbed. 

The convent isn't too strict, and they let you get away with little things, 
except you can't stay in bed late, ever, and you can't be up after lights 
out, and you can't leave the grounds, or be late for classes or meals, and 
God help you if you make a mess! Ladies are never late, never raise their 
voices, and never leave any scraps behind them to remind someone else that 
they've been there! 

Anyway, when we'd be licking and sucking each other off, or having our 
frigging contests, or our sucking off contests, to see who could make 
someone else come fastest, and we'd be real late using the room, the nuns 
would ask us to recite the poetry we'd learned. 

That's why we had to know the poetry. We never knew when the demand would 
come. And the dumb nuns, who didn't know anything at all about what we were 
doing, would smile and nod their heads, and occasionally correct us, or 
suggest poetry anthologies that we might like. 

I remember making Sister Annette cry when I recited "Little Boy Blue" for 
her when I was in the club about three weeks. 

Do you know that poem? It's by Eugene Field and it's about this little boy 
who dies, and leaves his toy dog and toy soldier in a little chair. It's 
really very sad, and I always liked it, even though I'm supposed to be too 
old for Eugene Field now. 

Now I'm into William Cullen Bryant and Longfellow. But frankly, I prefer 
Chaucer. Chaucer is dirty the way I like it. 

Karen and I read it a lot to get excited. I don't really understand a lot of 
what they're saying, but the hints are enough, and I figure I'll learn the 
rest as I go along. 

Anyway, I guess I better get on with the sex stuff, which is why my mother 
brought me here in the first place. 

Of course, she was listening in on a conversation I was having with Letty, 
one of the girls in my class. 

I think I told you, it's boring going home on weekends. When you're stuck 
away in a convent all week, you don't meet people. 

I've become so close to my friends in the convent school, however, that we 
spend a lot of time on the phone, talking. 

One day, we arranged a conference call. It was Sarah's idea. She had heard 
her father place one to two or three branches of the company he worked for, 
so she knew how it was done. 

She thought it would be a great idea, if we could do it. I agreed. 

We arranged that the' conference call was to be placed at about two in the 
afternoon. 

Mostly, we had discovered, our parents were out at that time shopping. I had 
a close call, though, because Mom asked me if I wanted to go shopping with 
her. 

I said no, I had cramps. 

Sarah was the one who called the operator, using her most sophisticated 
voice. She's a gas when she does it, you know? She imitates her father's 
secretary. 

Anyway, she placed the call, and at two o'clock, the phone rang. I took it 
in my room. 

We had all agreed to be nude, and Sarah had told us we had to be careful, 
and to not start talking until the operator got off the line. 

"Good afternoon, Louise speaking," I said in my most sultry voice. 

"Your conference call is being placed. Hold, please," the operator said. 

There was a pause, and then the operator said, "Go ahead." 

"Hello?" I asked, weak with excitement. 

Then we heard the click which meant the operator was off the line, and we 
all burst out giggling. 

There were Sarah and I and Karen and Elaine, and Letty and Susan, and Mary. 

"O.K.," we heard Mary's voice say. "We all have to say where we are, and 
what we're using!" 

Again we all giggled. My pussy was creaming. 

To me this was the most awful way we had ever thought of to masturbate-over 
the phone. If there were any crossed wires anywhere, someone was going to 
get an awful shock! 

And just the thought of the possible danger-being discovered by our parents, 
or overheard by the operator or another party just made the whole thing even 
more titillating. 

I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The rule was that Mary had to 
say "Go!" before we started to frig ourselves. My fingers were itching to 
get at my twat, though. 

I pressed my thighs together, to still the maddening itching that was 
driving me crazy. 

Mary went first. 

"I'm lying in my parents' sunken bathtub. It's full of warm water, and I'm 
using my mother's bath oil," she said. 

That made me jump all over the bed! I had never thought about masturbating 
in the bathroom, mostly because my sister or my mother were always knocking 
on the door, asking me what I was doing in there, and I was always afraid to 
get caught. So I saved it for my bedroom. 

"I'm lying on my bed, naked, and I have my mother's vibrator! I've already 
popped my cherry with it!" Sarah said. 

I could hear everyone else gasping and squealing with the surprise of that 
revelation. I guess being on the phone, and not together, sort of having a 
semblance of privacy, made a difference. 

Like Sarah never told us that she had popped her cherry before. I heard a 
whir on the phone. 

"Hear that?" Sarah said. "That's the vibrator. I just turned it on." 

My juices were gurgling down my cunt, and my throat was starting to get dry. 

"How about you, Louise?" Mary asked. 

"Ahh, I'm just lying on my bed stark naked, and I was going to use my hand. 
I wish I had a vibrator!" 

"No, you don't. You still haven't got two fingers to go into your twat yet," 
Mary informed me pedantically. 

Letty was on the rug in her living room, with all the drapes drawn, and the 
doors closed and locked. She was stark naked, too. 

"Did you walk downstairs stark naked?" asked Karen? 

"Sure!" Letty exclaimed. "Half the fun of this is the danger of getting 
caught, right?" 

We all giggled again. 

Susan was in her bedroom. She was going to use a piece of wet soap. Again I 
got turned on. These girls were so clever. 

So far, all I'd used was my hands and one finger pumping into my cunt. And 
Mary was right. I still had not been able to get two fingers up my pussy. 

But I decided that today was the day to try. 

No holds barred, is how I felt. 

"I have a banana!" Elaine said, triumphantly. "I'm going to pop my cherry 
over the phone." 

"Where are you?" asked Mary. 

"In the garage," Elaine said. 

"In the garage!" I exclaimed. 

"Yeah. I'm using the chauffeur's phone, and I'm sitting in the back seat of 
one of my father's cars. Mom and Dad went to the races today. The phone is a 
wall phone, and it has an extra-long cord on it." 

I thought that everyone was being very clever. And here I was lying on my 
bed, and planning to use just my fingers. I thought I was being dull and 
slightly retarded. 

But then, these girls had been in the club much longer than I. 

"All right, girls, ready, get set, go!" Mary yelled. I heard water splashing 
and the buzzing of the vibrator, and then the noises of girls masturbating. 

It was an incredible turn-on! I've never been so excited in my life. 

I hooked the phone into my shoulder, so I could use both hands on myself. I 
raised my knees up, and spread my legs wide open, and ran my hand lovingly 
over my very swollen, protruding cunt lips. 

I felt the heat beginning to rise. 

"Ssssssss!" I heard. "Unhhhh!" It sounded like Letty. The water kept 
splashing, and I heard Mary moaning, and that sound drove me crazy, too, as 
my hand got wetter and wetter with my juices. 

With my other hand, I slammed one finger into my cunt. I always loved doing 
that. The first contact of my finger with the wet walls of my cunt always 
made my syrup gush out even more, and I loved the way my cunt walls used to 
close in on the finger, and almost suck on it. 

I was beginning to wonder what it would feel like to have a cock up my cunt. 
But Mary was right, I thought. How could I fit a big cock into my cunt when 
I couldn't even fit two fingers up my twat? 

Well, I was going to remedy that today if possible. 

I pumped my finger in and out of my sucking snatch for awhile, feeling the 
juices rolling over my finger, and dripping onto my hand. 

After awhile, the sheets beneath my ass were covered with come cream. I 
could feel the wet sticky spot growing as I bucked my hips upward, and then 
slammed them down again with my growing excitement. 

Somebody on the phone moaned, and that sent shivers running through me. I 
broke out in gooseflesh. 

It was so close to my ear it was like when we did each other, and made each 
other come. I could smell my come cream as it poured out of my cunt. 

I love that smell. It's so strange and warm and strong, and it always 
excited me even more. 

I pulled my finger out, and then pressed my forefinger and my middle finger 
together, and started to work them into my cunt. 

At first, it stung a little, as I stretched the flesh more than it had ever 
been stretched. 

I kept pushing, working my two fingers into my cunt, a little bit at a time. 

The pressure kept building, and my cunt pounded with a throbbing pulse beat, 
which kept hammering out little prickles of pleasure which spread through my 
body. 

The heat grew fiercely, and so did the lust that made my body feel like it 
was bloated to twice its normal size. 

I was frantic! My hips were humping upward, and my muff kept swiveling 
around and around on the two fingers, until I had impaled myself on my hand 
up to the knuckle. 

"I did it! I did it!" I gasped, starting to pump the two fingers in and out 
of my dripping snatch. "I got two fingers up me!" 

"Annngggghhh!" someone moaned. I hadn't thought about it, but I guess my 
saying that was just as exciting as hearing someone else talking about what 
she was doing. 

"Ahhh!" Elaine squealed. 

"Ohhh! Is it supposed to bleed?" she asked. 

I mean, it was a simple question, but it was like she had beaten my ass or 
used her tongue on me, I got so excited. Elaine had popped her cherry over 
the phone. 

"Yessss, yessss!" Mary hissed. The sound of the water was getting louder. It 
sounded like Mary was really twisting and turning in that bathtub. 

Just the picture of what the other girls were doing really made me crazy. 

"Yeeeeeehhh!" I screamed, as I started to come. My hips slammed up onto my 
two fingers, and I rammed them downward, trying to get them deeper and 
deeper into my cunt. 

My cuntal walls were like a big wet mouth. They sucked strongly on the two 
fingers, and each time they sucked a new and bigger wave of ecstasy rolled 
over me. 

My body squirmed and twisted all over the bed, as I slammed my two fingers 
into my cunt. 

I wriggled my fingers around, as I started to hear moans and groans, very, 
very close to my ear, intimately close. It was like masturbating together, 
getting each, other off with our fingers and our tongues. 

It was fantastic! 

I felt the waves of pleasure start to fade, but my body didn't relax. It was 
as if the first climax had struck a match in my combustible cunt. I was on 
fire. 

I groaned and grunted, and squirmed and kept pumping my fingers into my 
insatiable snatch, feeling the fires which had just roared through my soft, 
young body, rise again, licking at my joints, making my muscles go taut with 
the intense pleasure. 

"Ahhhh!" Mary groaned. The water really sounded loud now. "Eeeee! Eeeeee! 
Eeeeee!" She kept squealing like a stuck pig, and the sounds of the water 
got louder and more steady. 

Then I heard Letty moaning. Letty has a deep, gravelly-type voice. She 
sounds like a sexy movie star, and she sounds real sexy when she's coming. 

She always comes wildly, too! 

Our conference call sounded like a lot of screeches, and screams, and groans 
as the rest of the girls came. 

"Ahh!" Elaine cried. "Oh, m'gosh, I can't stand iiiiiiitttttt!" she 
shrieked. She emitted a series of heavy, gurgling grunts, and then I heard 
this big whoosh of air from her lungs. 

Then she moaned steadily. 

I wanted to ask her if she was all right, but I was coming again. My hips 
humped up lewdly onto my fingers, as I felt my juices boiling up in me and 
spewing all over my hand and wrist, trickling down my tightly clenched ass 
cheeks which were bouncing furiously-all over the bed. 

I was making these real weird sounds as I came. And I came and came and 
came. 

It was like bolts of electricity were flickering through me. My muscles 
bunched together, and then relaxed, and then bunched together again. 

My cunt was sucking furiously on my fingers. 

I wiggled the fingers around, tickling my cuntal walls, driving the hot, 
fiery pleasure even higher. I groaned, and gnashed my teeth, as my hips 
bumped and humped into my hard-driving hand. 

"Ahhh, ohhhh!" I cried, as the orgasm peaked furiously. I almost felt my 
hair standing on end, as delicious hot shots of ecstasy flickered through my 
convulsing body. 

Finally, the orgasm started to fade, but ever so slowly, so that I had lots 
of fabulous little orgasms as I came down. 

The pool which had rested under my ass on the bed, had now spread. There was 
come juice all over the sheets. 

My hand was still dripping with the stuff, and my pussy fuzz was matted with 
the thick syrup. 

I was panting heavily. 

"You came twice, didn't you?" I heard Letty ask me. 

"Yeah!" I gasped. "And the second one was a humdinger!" 

"How was yours?" Susan asked Sarah." 

"Mmmmm," Sarah moaned. "I love my mother's vibrator. I guess the' only thing 
I'll like better is hot fudge sundaes and a man's cock, if I ever get hold 
of one." 

"Elaine, how was your come?" Letty asked our friend who was no longer a 
virgin. 

"I think I passed out for a minute. I never felt anything like that before. 
It was fantastic. The only thing is, I'm going to have to get some brillo 
and clean the seat of the car. It's covered with blood and pussy cream." 

Everyone giggled when they heard that. 

"How come my cherry didn't pop?" I asked. 

"Because," Mary said, "your fingers aren't long enough yet." 

"Well, I'm going to pop my cherry some day soon," I said. "Maybe we should 
have a cherry-popping contest, for those who still have them." 

"I think that's a marvelous idea-yeeeek!" Sarah squealed. "I have to go," 
she whispered. "I just heard the car in the driveway. She broke her 
connection. 

One by one we all said goodbye to each other. 

I couldn't wait to see the girls in school on Monday. Masturbating like that 
on the phone had made me so hot and horny, that I knew I couldn't put out my 
own fire any more. I had to have one of my friends doing it for me. 

And I developed a voracious appetite for the taste of cunt. 

Well, Doctor, that's part of my story at least. 

I don't know why my mother is shitting bricks over what she heard. 

Letty and I were talking about who had the biggest clitoris. They're funny 
little things, like teensy-weensy penises. I wonder if a boy feels the way I 
do when I'm fingering myself. 

It's such a sharp, gorgeous feeling, like a match being struck, when you 
diddle it. 

And I love to put my tongue on someone else's. It feels so funny, so hard, 
and it jerks and twitches when you flick your tongue over it. 

Mother thinks I'm perverted, and that I have dirty thoughts. 

But I don't think sex is dirty. I'm having fun. 

I guess I'll have better fun when there are boys in my life. But that 
doesn't look like it's going to happen for awhile, yet. 

And in the meantime, I have my friends, and I love them, and I know they 
love me, and we get a lot of pleasure from each other. 

That's a nice way for friends to be, I think. 

What are you going to do to me? Tell me to stop? 

If you do, I won't, even if you tell my mother. 

 CONCLUSION 

It is, I am sure, quite obvious to the average reader that there is 
absolutely nothing wrong with this young lady. 

I spent several sessions counseling her on various aspects of sex. 

It had never occurred to her that her lesbian activities with her friends 
were wrong, or that she wouldn't enjoy a man when one came along. 

She did admit, however, that she wouldn't give up her friends for a man, nor 
cease her sexual activities with them. 

In a way, her sexual . attitude is quite precocious, her theory being that 
since life is so short, one should take all the pleasure one can out of it. 

I happen to concur with that theory, not being the kind of psychiatrist who 
lays a pall of gloom on life, or thinks that people are born unhappy. 

I prefer my patients to be happy. 

Louise is a very happy, healthy, outgoing girl. 

Her mother, unfortunately, is not, her attitude being rigid, and sexually 
repressed. 

Unfortunately, her mother refused therapy. I'm quite sure Louise will cope 
with her mother to the best of her ability, which is not inconsiderable. 

I dismissed her after filling her in on some vital details about sex which 
her mother had not seen fit to teach her, not wanting any trauma to spoil 
her happy and exuberant disposition. 

 CASE HISTORY TWO 

Subject: Maidie S. Age: Thirteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Maidie was an exquisite little creature, who was unusually developed for her 
age, a physical fact which can create problems if the adolescent is not 
handled properly. 

Obviously, Maidie had not been handled properly. 

As a matter-of-fact, she was one of the most unloved girls I have ever 
talked to in my office. 

Beautiful and sweet-tempered as she was, her parents, wealthy and rather 
dissipated socialites, had put her away in a convent. 

She was allowed to come home on weekends, but after awhile, she stopped 
coming home, because there was nothing to come home to. 

The convent school was excessively strict, and the attitude of the nuns was 
incredibly punitive. 

Maidie had been brought to me by a social worker, who had judged correctly 
that there was nothing bad, or evil-natured in the docile child, but merely 
that she was troubled. 

Her parents consented to her therapy, on the condition that she remain in 
the convent, stressing the pressure of their active lives, and their 
inability to care for the adorable little girl-. 

Maidie consented to remain in the convent school for the duration of 
therapy. Her first session, which is transcribed below, is heart-rending. 

My mother and father didn't intend to have me. They weren't going to have 
any children at all, and they have always told me that. 

My father says I was the most expensive mistake he ever made. 

They have plenty of money, so there was no question that my mother could 
have had an abortion, but first of all, she waited too long to get the 
pregnancy diagnosed, and she didn't even do things like count her periods 
since she assumed that the method of birth control she used was fail-safe. 

Then she didn't get the abortion because she was afraid of what people would 
say, since by the time she noticed it herself, my grandparents and several 
of her girlfriends had also noticed it. 

She sounds dumb, I know, and she really is dumb. She's just rich, so she can 
get away with a lot. 

My mother and father are both rich. 

I'm supposed to be very, very lucky. 

I feel worse than the poorest girl in the school. Because nobody loves me. 

Even the girls in school avoid me, because I'm the richest girl in school. 

I guess my mother and father are really human, even if they don't act that 
way. I think they feel guilty about not loving me, because they give me 
everything! 

I have the most fantastic clothes, the best toys, two horses, and lessons in 
everything I want. 

In the summer, when school is out, my mother and father hire a governess, 
and I travel all over the country, going to these marvelous places, where I 
can do almost anything I like. 

But that's not love. I like the advantages, I suppose, but sometimes, my 
throat really gets to aching like I have a stone in it, and then I cry a 
lot. 

I try not to be a crybaby, but sometimes it happens. 

The nuns in this school are very, very strict. In school work, it doesn't 
matter. 

No one will play with me anyway, so I have nothing to do but-read and frig 
myself. 

I study until my eyes are crossed, and then sometimes I go horseback riding 
alone, and find a place where I can be alone, and I dismount and go to it. 

I have to. Riding a horse always excites me sexually. By the time I get off 
the warm leather saddle, my pants are soaking wet with my cream. 

I used to ask my mother and father when I could come home and live. 

My mother always says, "When you have your coming-out party, and we can get 
you hitched to an appropriate husband." 

That scares me even more. I know my mother and father don't love each other. 
My father has lots of affairs on the side, and so does my mother. 

Theirs was one of those matches made by two wealthy families. 

I don't want to marry that way. I've had , enough of not being loved. 

I don't care if my husband is a truck driver. I want to feel loved. 

Someone told me one day that people who aren't loved die. Sometimes I feel 
like I'm dying. And other times, I wish I would die. 

But the nuns in school are the worst. 

Most of my life feels like a big gray limbo with no hope in it. 

They turn my life into a nightmare. 

As I said, no one can fault me scholastically, since there's nothing else 
for me to do. 

But what they do fault me for is my aloofness, and something they caught me 
at. 

Sister Mary caught me masturbating one day. 

Most of the girls were out on the lawn, since it was a bright spring day. 

I had hung around on the fringes of a couple of groups who were playing 
various games, but they didn't want me in their games. 

So I went up to the dormitory, and lay on my bed, and read. I fell asleep 
for awhile, since the warm sun had relaxed me and made me sleepy, while I 
was wandering around outside. 

And when I woke up, I could feel the excitement in my pussy. It was 
creaming. 

It felt delicious to wake up like that. I had been lying on my belly. 

I raised my skirt in the front, and stuck my hand into my soaking wet 
panties, and with my fingers, I parted my plump outer lips, getting even 
more excited when I felt the thick, juicy cream which was coating my little 
girl meat. 

My pussy lips were all wet and swollen with excitement, and they throbbed 
hotly, filling me with rippling sensations of pleasure. 

I moaned softly, closed my eyes, and began to rub up and down the soft sweet 
flesh. 

I felt my little love button pop out of its mound of flesh. It felt perky 
and hard in my hand, and it jerked and twitched when I touched it. 

I just kept rubbing up and down softly, until my hand was coated with my 
juices. I felt the need to come rise in me. 

I felt sweat pouring down off my .face, and felt it trickling down my spine, 
as I rubbed back and forth, until my hand was a blur of motion. 

What I like about masturbating is some of the things that happen to your 
body. 

Like, I'm unusually developed for my age I guess. I already wear a bra and 
most of the kids in my school don't. 

Anyway, when I get real excited like that my breasts actually swell, and the 
little pink nipples pucker. When they do that, I get marvelous chills which 
are very, very pleasurable, which run up and down my spine. 

And my nerve endings seem to tingle, so that I usually break out in wild 
goose bumps. 

I really like it. I like the way my juices just pour out of me, as if they 
had been stopped up, and as they flow, the pressure is released, leaving me 
with this nice, warm relaxed feeling, and a glow. 

It's about the only time, I can say I come close to being happy, but it's 
over soon enough, and time to go back and face the reality that I don't like 
but have to live with. 

I was building up steam and my hand was moving faster and faster over the 
soft, juicy folds of my twat, when I heard a shriek. 

My eyes popped open. My head shot up from the pillow. And my hand was still 
caught in that damaging position! 

"What are you doing to yourself!" 

It was Sister Mary, one of the strictest nuns in the school. 

"No-nothing," I stammered, although it was quite obvious what I was doing. 

Sister Mary strode over to the bed, and yanked my hand violently out of my 
pants, by hooking her hand under the crook of my elbow and pulling hard. 

She wrenched my shoulder. 

"Owww!" I cried. 

"I'll give you something to cry for. You come to my office, immediately!" 
Sister Mary snarled. 

I sat up on the bed. 

I was in a sad state! 

I had been on the verge of coming. My juices were pouring prolifically out 
of my cunt. My body was shaking with the pre-orgasmic tension, which had 
taken hold, and which I was laboring so deliciously to relieve. 

I stood up, trembling. My knees felt like rubber, as I followed Sister Mary 
down the long dormitory room, out into the hall, and down the hall to her 
office. 

She waited for me at the door, which she had opened, and then she shoved me 
in, and slammed the door after her. 

"You are an evil, wicked, wicked, dirty little girl." 

"N-no," I said, feeling myself shivering with fear. 

Sister Mary reached up and pulled down a belt which was hanging on a hook 
behind the door. 

"Pull up your dress, and pull down your pants. I am going to punish you for 
your wickedness." 

I have never figured out what happened to me. 

I was on the verge of an orgasm, and I knew that that accounted for some of 
the trembling in my body, but as soon as she told me she was going to whip 
me on my bare bottom, all my juices started to flow again. 

I was so embarrassed! 

I didn't want her to notice the condition of my cunt. My pink little girl 
meat was so swollen, that it peaked below the plump, white outer lips of my 
twat. 

"Did you hear me!" Sister Mary screamed. 

"Yes, Sister," I said. My voice was like a little gasp. 

I felt the blood rush to my face in a painful blush, and I pulled down my 
panties which were stained with all my come juice, and then pulled up my 
dress. 

Sister Mary was staring at my twat. 

I wanted to cry I felt so humiliated, and at the same time I was excited by 
her looking at it. 

She sat down in a chair, and pulled me over to her. Her hand on my wrist 
where she had grabbed me hurt terribly, she was holding me to tightly. 

Then she yanked me over her lap. 

I flinched as I felt her hand on my bare bottom. She was caressing it! At 
least it felt like a caress. 

My hope rose. I thought maybe she had just showed the belt in order to scare 
me, and that she wouldn't really use it. 

But I was wrong! 

"Owwww!" I screamed, as she brought the belt down with a sharp, powerful 
slapping motion across my bare ass cheeks. 

The pain rushed through me and took my breath away. It brought tears to my 
eyes. 

I felt my whole body go very tense, as I waited for her to land another blow 
on my delicate ass. 

When the blow landed, the hot stinging sensation again ripped through me. 
And again I cried out. 

She started to whip me hard, the belt landing again and again on my ass 
cheeks. I could feel them quivering with the violence of the blows. 

I started kicking my feet up and down, as Sister Mary spanked me with the 
leather belt. 

The leather belt made sharp cracking noises every time it struck my soft 
white ass flesh, and the sharp noises only added to the pain that was 
coursing through me. 

I wanted to die from pain and humiliation, as she rained blow after blow on 
my rump. 

I felt the fiery hot and painful welts being raised on my flesh as she hit 
me again and again. 

Slowly, however, as she hit me, I realized that I was getting excited again. 
I felt pre-orgasmic ripples of pleasure coursing through my soaking wet and 
dripping twat. 

My muff was pressing into Sister Mary's skirt, which was made of some rough 
heavy material. Each time I pressed inward, propelled by another violent 
blow, my muff would press into the skirt, and the rough material would 
abrade my clitoris which was exposed from all the frigging I had done to 
myself. 

My little love button became horribly inflamed, and my cunt demanded 
release. What made me extra nervous was that I was afraid of coming. 

If I came, I would be doing it on Sister Mary's lap. What would she do to me 
then, if she knew what was happening? 

I clenched my teeth together, and tensed my body against what I know now was 
inevitable. 

I started to come. My cries of pain were replaced with grunts of pleasure. 

Sister Mary's whopping on my ass only added a more intense dimension to the 
pleasure which started to roll through me heavily, taking possession of my 
body, causing my cream to flood out of my tunnel. 

It trickled over my fiery hot swollen cunt lips, and I squirmed wildly all 
over Sister Mary's lap, as she laid on that belt again and again and again. 

Each stroke sent shock waves of pain through me, but the pain would lodge in 
my cunt, and my cunt would convulse with more powerful spasms, which sent 
more waves of pleasure through me. 

I could feel my nipples puckering against my blouse, as the pleasure took 
hold, and caused the pain to fade away. 

"Ahhh!" I cried, as the orgasm peaked. 

My body was jumping like a puppet on tangled strings in Sister Mary's lap. 

I prayed furiously that she would be so mad, would be so intent on spanking 
me, that she wouldn't notice the dark stain of come juice which must now be 
forming on her black skirt. 

My clitoris went wild. I had never felt an orgasm like that, so powerful, so 
wild. The sex sweat poured off my body in great rivulets, as the heat rose, 
and then started slowly to fade away. 

"Mmmm!" I moaned, as my body started to relax. By now, Sister Mary's 
whacking of my ass had so bruised and inflamed the flesh that I was barely 
able to discern the strokes as the leather belt landed on me some more. 

Sister Mary threw the belt from her suddenly, and roughly stood me up, her 
hands in a vise-like grip around my upper arm. 

She started to shake me furiously. 

"Don't you ever do that again. It is wicked, evil, sinful! Do you 
understand? You will go blind!" 

I was scared. 

I hadn't remembered hearing that before about masturbation. Somebody had 
told me it would give me pimples, but carefully as I looked in the mirror 
every morning, I never found a blemish on my face. 

I nodded, my eyes filled with tears. 

Sister Mary was panting, I assumed from the violence of her exertions in 
whipping me. 

I reached down for my soaking panties, and put them on. The wet spots were 
cold against my still inflamed twat, and that only sent another erotic chill 
of pleasure running through me. 

I went to my dormitory, to wait for supper, and contemplate what had 
happened. Incredibly enough, my hand sought out my twat again. 

That whipping, and the first orgasm which was triggered by the leather belt 
had greased my cunt for more. 

It is not uncommon for me to masturbate for hours, and come several times. 
The only thing about it this time, which was odd, was that I was in pain, 
and had been punished for frigging myself just twenty minutes before! 

I wondered at my perversity, but I didn't care, because I needed to come 
again, and there was no other relief for me in my life-no friends, no one to 
love me, the constant nagging knowledge that I was alone, alone, alone. 

"Ahhh!" I gasped, raising my knees up, to get at more of my red-hot twat. 
"Whaatt! At it again!" 

I was yanked out of the bed before I knew what had happened. 

I guess Sister Mary had come back to check up on me, because it was her, all 
right. She looked the perfect picture of wrath. 

She pointed at the door leading out to the hall. 

"Get back to my office!" she snarled. 

I got up, shaking, wondering how much more punishment I could take. 

At that point, I was really wishing I were dead. 

Sister Mary slammed the door again. 

This time, however, she locked it. 

"I'm going to teach you what to do with that, you evil, perverse, stubborn 
little witch! Take your clothes off-all of them!" 

I thought I was going to faint with fear. 

"P-please, Sister, I won't do it again." 

"I'm quite sure you won't-or maybe you will. I told you to take off your 
clothes." 

I was shaking like a leaf, and I started to cry. 

Sister Mary came over to me and shook me violently. 

"You do as I told you to, you evil little girl!" 

She started to unbutton my blouse herself. I noticed that her hands were 
trembling. 

Numb with confusion and fear, I let her undress me. 

"Now turn around!" she commanded. 

I did as she ordered. She chuckled, a low, throaty sound, as she fondled my 
reddened buttocks. 

I stood where I was, as she removed her hands from my inflamed ass cheeks. I 
heard rustling sounds behind me. There was silence for a moment, and then I 
heard Sister Mary's voice again. 

"Now turn around again," she said. 

I turned around, and gasped. 

Sister Mary had her gown up above her waist. I stared, fascinated at her 
thick, hairy muff. . 

I had never seen an adult twat before, although I knew that I would grow 
hair on it eventually. 

The hair was dark and gleaming. Her lips were long, and I could see 
sprouting from between the heavily-haired outer lips, her gleaming inner 
pink woman flesh. 

Sister Mary had a strange expression on her face, and her eyes looked as if 
they were on fire. 

"Kneel down in front of me," she said. Her words were slightly slurred, 
almost as if she were drunk. But I knew she wasn't drinking. 

My parents drink a lot, and I know when they're drunk, or when they've been 
drinking, because I can smell it on them. 

I was too scared not to obey her. I got down on my knees. 

Sister Mary, her hands holding up the rough fabric of her gown, walked 
toward me. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

Unfortunately, I had to end Madie's session at this point. I had an open 
hour two days later, and made another appointment. 

Since, judging from her first interview, therapy was imperative for her, I 
wanted to get the rest of her story as soon as possible, in order to proceed 
with her case properly and appropriately. 

I was talking about Sister Mary, and what she did to me the first time. 
There were lots of other times after that, and I discovered that I wasn't 
the only girl being treated that way. But that's another story. 

Anyway, she made me kneel down, and then she walked toward me, until her 
heavily-haired muff was just inches from my face. 

I inhaled the heady aroma of her muff. It wasn't like my aroma. It was 
deeper, almost intoxicating. As a matter-of-fact, I liked the smell. 

She spread her legs and I saw the outer lips part, revealing more of the 
inner pink meat of her twat. 

It was gleaming wet! 

I gasped, as I realized that her twat was in the same condition was mine. 
"Now lick it!" she said. 

I looked up at her, my eyes wide with fright and disbelief. She couldn't 
mean what she was saying! 

"Did you hear what I said? she asked, frowning. 

I didn't want another beating. I was humiliated enough. 

I flicked my tongue out, and caught part of her pink pussy flesh with the 
tip of it. 

Sister Mary gasped, and swayed slightly. 

"More!" she demanded. 

I flicked my tongue out again, and this time, I flattened my tongue out and 
licked from the bottom of her twat, all the way up to the upper tip of her 
cleft. 

I thought if I gave her one good lick, she'd let me go, and I didn't think I 
liked doing this strange thing, which I had never heard of. 

"Do it again, and keep doing it!" Sister Mary growled. 

I sighed, and started to rub my tongue all over her pussy. The smell came, 
warm and strong to my nostrils, as I licked. 

Her pussy juices were flowing heavily-more heavily even than mine ever 
flowed. I assumed that she had more juices in her because she was grown-up. 

As I licked, I started to taste the pussy cream, and at first it seemed 
strange to me. 

But then it got to be enjoyable. I got to like the smell of her cunt, mixed 
with the taste of her pussy cream. 

Sister Mary was gasping furiously, as I licked up and down her twat. Her 
pussy lips became more and more swollen as my tongue rubbed up and down on 
her cunt. 

On one of the swipes my tongue was taking, I hit her clitoris. I knew what 
it did to me, when my wet little fingers twirled around and around that 
hard, excitable little nubbin, so I started to twirl the tip of my tongue 
wetly around and around her hard little love button. 

And as I did, hearing her breathing get deeper, heavier, my own pussy cream 
started to flow heavily from my naked twat. 

Knowing what it did to me, just turned me on, as I thought about and 
experienced, doing it to her. 

I lashed my tongue at her clitoris furiously. Her hips were rocking back and 
forth with an undulating movement that increased until it was almost 
spastic. 

Her love button popped out of its fleshy sheath, hard, and as my tongue ran 
around and around the hard little nubbin, it jerked and twitched against my 
wet little tongue. 

The feeling of her love button tickling the soft flesh of my tongue turned 
me on even more. My own hips started to buck forward. I pressed my thighs 
together to still the itching which was driving me crazy, and that created a 
fleshy pressure on my own hairless swollen muff, which further excited me. 

My little fingers ached to get at my twat, but I pressed my thighs together 
harder, knowing that if Sister Mary saw my hands there, she'd probably beat 
me again. 

Her juices were pouring prolifically now, and they were coating my mouth and 
chin, and dribbling down onto my chest, and my little tits. 

Sister Mary was pumping her muff against my mouth harder and harder. For 
some reason I couldn't understand, I bit on her clitoris-not hard, just a 
firm bite. 

"Ahhh!" she gasped, and I could almost feel the heat rising in her twat, as 
she grabbed me by the hair with both hands, and pressed my mouth harder into 
her twat. 

She rubbed and ground her twat into my mouth furiously. She was bruising my 
lips with the strength of her spastic motions. 

I worked my mouth and tongue furiously over her humping twat, feeling her 
juices pour hotly over my chin and dribble down on my chest. 

I grabbed her thighs for support. As she slammed into me, the jerking motion 
of my own body set off my own orgasm. 

I thought that was really exciting! 

I was coming without even touching myself! I could feel the soft 
contractions in my little twat increasing in strength. 

Between my tightly pressed-together thighs, my pussy juices poured, making 
the inner flesh of my trembling thighs sticky and wet. 

I always liked that sticky wet feeling. I don't know why, but I always found 
it sort of sensual and warm and nice. 

I had forgotten my fear, forgotten about the strangeness of what I was 
doing. 

I was enjoying it. I enjoyed feeling Sister Mary's thighs trembling beneath 
my soft, little hands which were clutching them for support. 

I enjoyed the grunting noises she was making as she" came furiously. 

And I was enjoying the feeling of my own orgasm, which made my body taut 
with pleasure, and sent shivery little flashes of hot pleasure coursing 
through me. 

"Ahh!" Sister Mary gasped. She seemed to relax, even though I could still 
feel her body trembling. 

"Get up!" she growled, pushing me away from her. 

I stood up, feeling the wet stickiness between my thighs dribble down to my 
knees. 

My joints felt as if they were made of rubber. Sister Mary lowered her 
skirt, and sat down. 

"That will be all for now. Get dressed. Don't let me catch you doing that 
again." 

"Yes, sister," I whispered. 

I put my clothes on with trembling hands, and left. 

I went back to my bed in the dormitory, and waited for supper. 

After that, I had many sessions with Sister Mary, and Sister Louise, and 
Sister Alice. 

I got to enjoy them, but it isn't the same as loving, even though it's 
pleasurable and exciting. 

I just think there's something wrong about it. But then, I don't know that 
much about sex, even though I know more now than I ever did. 

Do you suppose that all my activity with the nuns will spoil me for boys? 

 CONCLUSION 

Maidie's case required intensive therapy. 

The first thing I got her to agree to do, was to stay in the convent school 
until I could find a better placement for her. 

Working in conjunction with the social worker, we found an exclusive 
coeducational school which was far less repressive, and far more rewarding 
for the young girl. 

She continued in therapy for two years. A girl like Maidie needs a lot of 
support, since her home environment was so devoid of love and caring. 

She is doing much better, and is flowering into a wonderful young woman, 
with a will of her own which will support her as she resists her 
domineering, possessive parents' designs for her life. 

 CASE HISTORY THREE 

Subject: Nora S. Age: Sixteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Nora was an extremely beautiful, precocious sixteen-year-old. 

She had been sent to Hillcrest School, which is a convent school, because of 
truancy, possession of drugs, and discipline problems at home. 

Hillcrest is run by an order of nuns who specialize in the care of troubled 
young girls, and part of their program is regular therapy for the young 
girls. 

She came to me in the ordinary course of business. 

The little blonde girl proved to be irrepressible, and some of her 
revelations amused me, although by this time, I was not startled at some of 
the extracurricular activities which went on at Hillcrest. 

I'm here because I'm a bad girl. I always get in trouble. 

Every time I open my mouth, I put my foot in it, and every time I take two 
steps, my parents, or a teacher, or a cop is standing in my way, telling me 
I took the wrong step. 

I don't know why it is. My mother thinks I have it in for the whole world. 

She used to beat her breast, and ask how she had a child like me, what did 
she do wrong? 

Well, that remark always puzzled me. If I were the one doing something 
wrong, how was she wrong? 

My father always said I took after my mother's side of my family, and my 
mother always said I took after my father's family. 

I guess I come by whatever I have honestly, since both of them apparently 
have skeletons in their closets. 

I'm lucky about one thing, though. My parents are very rich, so when the 
police found me with that joint on me, instead of giving me a police record, 
like the poor sons-of-bitches get who don't have any money for a real good 
lawyer, or who don't have a distinguished name like my father, they sent me 
to Hillcrest. 

I know that costs my father a mint. But it's a nice place. I like it better 
than the fancy, boring school I was in, where we could do anything we 
pleased. 

That was awfully boring, and so were the kids. 

Here, they crack whips, make you get up at dawn, exercise, and you have to 
learn. 

But even though the nuns are strict, they're not mean or anything like that. 
As a matter-of-fact, they're lots of fun, and they've turned me onto a" 
brand-new way of having fun that I never even dreamed of. 

When I first went to the school, I thought all the girls would be thugs, and 
junkies and stuff like that. 

I was pleasantly surprised to find that most of them are just like me: rich, 
and bored very bright. 

So I have lots of companionship when we want to get into scrapes. And when 
we do get into scrapes, like the time we locked Sister Elise in the pantry 
because she was going to feed us oatmeal for the fourth day in a row, the 
nuns don't roll their eyes in the back of their head and faint, like my 
mother did, when the cop brought me home and showed her the joint I was 
carrying. 

We were all laughing as Sister Elise pounded on the pantry door, crying out: 
"Girls, you open this door, and eat your oatmeal. It's good for you. Mens 
sano in corpore sano!" 

That's her motto. It means a healthy mind in a healthy body. 

I can see her point. I used to get away with murder when my mother served 
something I didn't like. 

She'd say, "Eat it. It's good for you." 

But then she'd always give in, because I can nag like gangbusters, and whine 
and carry on, and it was just too much trouble for my mother. She's a bit 
weak, I guess. 

And when she'd go to my father, he'd just say, "You're her mother. Do 
something about her!" 

That got me nowhere fast, which is why I'm at Hillcrest. 

You see, I knew that I was getting away with murder, and I kind of missed 
having discipline and a regular life. But then, most of my friends had the 
same kind of parents. 

I like that cop, though. I think he was fair and firm. He didn't get mean, 
or call me a junkie. He just said that it was a drug, and it was considered 
a misdemeanor to carry it, and I was too young, anyway, even if I knew a lot 
of grownups who smoked it, and I was going to have to suffer the 
consequences of breaking the law. 

Just like that! Quick and clean and logical. I sort of liked that. 

Oh, I know. I was talking about Sister Elise in the pantry. 

Well, of course we didn't get away with it. 

Mother Anna, who's the head of the convent school came out into the kitchen, 
and she got very angry with us, and gave us punishment detail, for having 
such disrespect for Sister Elise. 

I felt very bad after she gave us the lecture. 

"Sister Elise is an old woman who has dedicated her life to this order, and 
to the girls in this school. She wants only your health and well-being, and 
you abuse her like this. 

"Is that right and proper? Is it kind, because you're young and strong to 
take advantage of a frail old woman, just because you don't like the meal? 

"All adults have to do things they don't want to do. They do them because it 
helps with the right-ordering of life, and that is what you are all going to 
learn, or I'll know the reason why. 

"Now, you apologize to Sister Elise, and then you will all report to my 
office. I shall give you something to do to channel your high spirits!" 

Well, I did apologize to Sister Elise. Her feathers were a little ruffled, 
but she didn't call us bad or anything. 

As a matter-of-fact, she acted very kind and sweet when we apologized, and 
all of us did. 

There were four of us: Me and Jennie, and Mary Ann, and Susan. We're the 
cut-ups in a school of cut-ups. It's kind of fun to have that distinction, 
because everywhere we go, there's a ripple of excitement. 

I guess people are wondering what, we're going to do next! 

Actually, we don't really know what we're going to do next. We sort of get 
together on the spur of the moment, and someone has a crazy idea, and we do 
it. 

Life is fun. At least I think it is, and I think it's supposed to be 
enjoyed. 

After all, we don't do anything bad, just mischievous-socially 
irresponsible, Mother Anna calls us. But we don't hurt anyone, so what's the 
difference? 

Except, well maybe we shouldn't have locked Sister Elise in the pantry. 
Maybe that was kind of disrespectful. 

Anyway, the four of us went up to Mother Anna's office. She was sitting 
behind her big desk. 

"Sit down," she ordered. 

We sat down in the comfortable chairs which were scattered all over her big, 
cheerful office. 

We can go up to her office any time we want, and sometimes if there are 
several girls up there, it sort of turns into a party. 

I had heard certain remarks made which I turned a deaf ear to, not because I 
was shocked but because I didn't believe them, about what went on up there. 

Jennie tittered and squirmed in her seat. 

"Jennie, don't titter. Either smile or laugh. Tittering is a vulgar, 
affected habit." 

"Yes, Mother Anna," Jennie said, her face breaking out in a broad grin. It 
was almost like a leer, and I got curious about all those little innuendos I 
had heard. 

Even Susan, who was the most demure of the lot of us, if you can call her 
demure, was twitching in her seat. 

"Susan, stop squirming. It's unbecoming and distracting, not to mention 
annoying." 

"Yes, Mother," Susan said, trying to sit still. 

I was a little anxious because I had never been on punishment detail before, 
and I didn't know what it entailed. 

Furthermore, none of the girls would tell me what it was all about. 

All they would say, when they would tell me they were on punishment detail 
was, "You'll find out!" 

Well, now I was going to get it. I sort of relaxed when I noticed that none 
of the other girls was terribly upset. 

"Jennie," Mother Anna said, "You will go to Sister Elaine after supper." 

"Yes, Mother Anna," said Jennie. 

"Susan, you will have Sister Madeleine." 

"Yes, Mother Anna." 

"Mary Ann, you will report to Sister Elise." 

"Yes, Mother Anna." 

"And you young lady, you will come here after supper. This is your first 
time on punishment detail, and I want you broken in right." 

"Yes, Mother Anna," I said, feeling my anxiety rise again. 

What kind of breaking-in did I need for punishment detail? 

During supper, I talked to the other four girls. When you are on punishment 
detail at the school, you are isolated from the rest of the students for the 
length of the punishment. 

The nuns think that is the worst punishment you can give a child: to make 
them be alone. 

Well, it sort of is, because the rule is the other girls can't talk to you 
until you're off punishment, and you can't use the recreation rooms, or join 
in their games, and stuff like that. 

They post the punishment list on the bulletin board every day, and everyone 
reads it to see who's on it. 

This was the first time I was on it, so I was about to find out what 
happened. 

"What kind of breaking in do I need?" I asked Susan. 

She giggled. "You'll find out!" 

"Well, is it bad?" 

"You'll find out!" she echoed. 

I was starting to get mad. I was also dying of curiosity. 

After supper was study period, and the four of us went our different ways. 

I was very nervous, even though I was curious, when I walked into Mother 
Anna's office. 

"Sit down, my dear," Mother Anna said. She was reading a book. 

She took off her glasses, and folded them up. She actually had a very 
pleasant expression on her face. 

I wondered what it was all about. 

"You are on punishment detail for the first time. I usually take girls 
first. Punishment detail consists in doing whatever the nun to whom you are 
assigned, orders you to do. 

"You will service me." 

"Huh?" I asked stupidly. 

"That's your first order of business. This is a convent, and there are no 
men in it. We have taken a vow to abstain from men. We have not taken a vow 
to abstain from all sexual activity. 

"We all are very fond of young girls. Is this your first time, dear?" 

"Well, yes," I said, not knowing if I liked the idea of servicing Mother 
Anna. 

I mean, I knew what she meant, and I found out that my assumption was 
correct when Mother Anna got up from behind her desk and came over and stood 
in front of me. 

She lifted her skirts. She really had very pretty legs. They were nice and 
long and muscular, and her thighs were slender. I gasped as she raised her 
skirts higher, revealing her hairy twat. 

Mother Anna was not wearing any pants! 

Her black stockings went to about mid-thigh, and around her waist she had a 
black garter belt, with garters hooked to the nylons to keep them up. 

I started to look away because I felt embarrassed. 

"You can look. You should look. Young girls should always know about their 
anatomy, and we see to it that you learn it well." 

I was curious, because this was the first adult cunt I had ever seen. I love 
to stare at my own in the mirror, and watch the changes that occur as I grow 
older. 

Mine was covered now with a light fuzzy blonde down. But Mother Anna's cunt 
was flaming red. 

They all wore veils, so we never saw their hair. Mother Anna was a redhead! 

It looked curiously sexy and exciting. I could see her pink lips peeking 
from between her outer well-haired lips. They were glistening with her 
juices. 

As a matter-of-fact, her inner lips were all swollen. I knew what it was 
like to masturbate, because I do it a lot. 

"I know all you girls masturbate. You service me the same way, only you do 
it with your tongue. And you do not repeat to anyone outside this room, what 
happens in it when you're on punishment detail, is that understood?" 

"Yes, Mother Anna," I said, looking up at her. I could feel my own cunt 
cream starting to flow heavily down my fuck tunnel. 

"After all, a lady is always discreet, and there are no chatterboxes in this 
convent school. Is that understood?" 

"Yes, Mother Anna," I said. 

"Now, get down on your knees. You can look and examine all you want, but I 
want you to bring me off." 

I got down on my knees, and stared at her muff. As I got closer to it, I 
could smell the warm, musky aroma of her juices. Then I noticed them 
dripping from between the pink, swollen folds of her coat. 

I sniffed at her muff. Her juices smelled different from mine, heavier, 
muskier. And the smell turned me on. 

"Go on, start licking," Mother Anna said. 

I flicked my tongue out, curious, and at this point, not at all put off. My 
tongue made contact with her pink, sticky woman flesh. 

I flicked her juices into my mouth, and tasted them gingerly. I was 
surprised. They didn't taste bad at all. A little bit strange, and sharp 
tasting, but not bad. 

I stuck my tongue out again, and licked at her twat, diddling my tongue up 
and down on her swollen pussy meat. 

The pussy lips were very, very soft, and smooth, and sticky-wet with her 
juices, and swollen with lust. 

The whole idea turned me on, and I started to cream myself. I could feel the 
blood beginning to pound in my own twat. The throbbing only increased my 
excitement, as I methodically started to explore Mother Anna's twat with my 
tongue. 

I ran my tongue up and down the cracks and crevices of her pussy. As I was 
traveling upward, the tip of my tongue made contact with her clitoris. 

"Ahhh! Unnhh!" Mother Anna gasped. I felt her body go stiff, and I placed my 
hands on her warm thighs, above the line of the nylons. 

Her flesh was hot and smooth, and there was a fine, steady tremor running 
through the muscles of her legs. 

She started to buck her hips into my mouth, and I felt her heat rise. The 
odor of her cunt cream got stronger. Her breath was heavy and rasping. 

I felt my own heart beating harder, faster and my mouth worked harder on 
Mother Anna's cunt, as my excitement grew. 

I could feel her juices rolling into my mouth, and dribbling down my chin. 
The heat in my body had increased to a feverish pitch, and I was going 
crazy. 

I pressed my tongue flat, and pressed it into the folds of Mother Anna's 
cunt, until I reached her clitoris. 

Then I made my tongue narrow, and started to twirl the tip of my tongue 
around and around her clitoris. 

It jumped and jerked under the pressure of my tongue. Mother Anna started to 
moan. I could feel her legs stiffening where I was holding them with my 
hands. 

She started to hump into my mouth harder and faster. I thought I was going 
out of my mind with the hot pleasure that was rippling through my own body. 

I squashed my thighs together, and started bumping and grinding with my own 
hips, trying to bring myself off. 

I could feel the soft inner flesh of my thighs become wet and sticky with 
the thick syrup which was pouring out of my over-heated twat. 

I groaned against Mother Anna's swollen, dripping cunt meat. She gasped and 
started to really grind into my mouth. 

I increased the activity of my tongue on her twat, circling her clitoris, 
running my tongue down the thick folds of her twat, and prying my tongue 
into her hole, where all the juices were pouring out. 

I sucked in all her juices, and swallowed them, enjoying the musky, heady 
flavor of her come juices. 

And then I felt my own orgasm start. It was a funny one. I wasn't using my 
hand or anything, but the juices started to really pour out of me 
frantically. 

I started to buck my hips forward. They were almost out of my control. My 
pants were sopping wet, and I could smell my own juices mixing with Mother 
Anna's fragrant smell, and it was like I became wanton. 

I just went crazy with my mouth on Mother's Anna's cunt. 

Mother Anna was making these crazy noises with her mouth. They sounded like 
squeals, and grunts, and they were sort of strangled sounding as if they 
were way down deep in her throat. Her hips just sort of kept bumping and 
grinding into my wildly moving mouth. 

My thinking went hazy and foggy, as I let the waves of hot pleasure roll 
over me. My fingers dug into Mother Anna's thighs, as I felt the intense 
convulsions of my own orgasm rush through me. 

"Ahhh!" Mother Anna gasped, and then her body sort of went limp, except that 
she was still trembling. 

But I was still wild with my own crazy orgasm, and I kept on lashing my 
tongue at her twat, until she finally placed her hands on my shivering 
shoulders, and pushed my face away. 

I was gasping, and her face was red, but she was beaming at me. 

"That was quite nice," she gasped. 

"Yeah," I said, exhausted from my own spasms. 

"You're tired, dear. Go to bed," Mother Anna said. "And report here tomorrow 
after supper. You're on punishment detail for a week." 

I staggered down to my bed and slept soundly, going to bed early, which was 
something I didn't usually do. My pussy tingled. And I had a whole week of 
punishment detail. 

Now I understood why no one talked about it. And I thought it was fantastic. 
It sure beat masturbating! 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

I spent the rest of the week servicing Mother Anna. She taught me things I 
had never even imagined about getting off. 

After the first time, she would strip and make me strip. We would play with 
each other, and drive each other crazy in the sixty-nine position. 

I never said a word about punishment detail to anyone. I mean, it was such 
fun! Can you imagine what would have happened if any of our parents found 
out about it? 

There would be a big stink! 

One day, while we were still on the punishment list, Susan got sick. She was 
eating green pears out in the orchard and she wound up in the infirmary. 

That day, I got to service Mother Anna and Sister Madeleine. 

That was a day to remember! 

Mother Anna was waiting for me when I came up into the office. 

Sister Madeleine was also there. Sister Madeleine is a very young, slightly 
plump, and very pretty nun, with dimpled cheeks and blue, blue eyes, which 
always look as if she's wide-eyed with surprise or something, they're so 
round. 

"As you know, Nora, Susan is sick. So you will service Sister Madeleine and 
I today." 

"Together?" I asked, wondering how I was going to do that. 

"Of course!" Sister Madeleine exclaimed. "We're all going to get off 
together, and it will be a lot of fun. Lock the door, dear," the little nun 
said. 

I did as she told me, and then we started to get undressed. 

Mother Anna's body was long and elegant, and she had huge boobs, which were 
very well shaped, pear-shaped, sort of. 

Sister Madeleine's body was round, and curvy-delicious to look at. She had a 
slight swelling in her belly from her plumpness, and her muff was almost 
silver blonde, as was her hair. 

Her cunt was plump, too. As a matter-of-fact, she was kind of adorable, in a 
young girl sort of way. I don't think she was even twenty-not much older 
than the girls. 

We all loved her because she was cuddly, and awfully funny. 

"Now, we all get down on the rug," Sister Madeleine said, lying down. 

How we did it, we sort of made a triangle. 

I lay down, and my mouth was at Sister Madeleine's twat. Mother Anna sort of 
lay across one thigh, with her mouth at my twat, and Sister Madeleine's 
mouth at her twat. 

It was an exciting arrangement for me, and I was thrilled with it. Sister 
Madeleine's juices didn't smell as ripe as Mother Anna's. They smelled more 
like mine. 

I guess there is a difference between young girls' smells and older women's 
smells. 

I felt the vibration of Mother Anna's moan, as she pressed her mouth to my 
twat. 

Mother Anna really knew how to get a girl off. She opened her mouth wide, 
and sucked in all of my lightly-furred cunt into her mouth. The blood really 
rushed into it, and the heat in my twat rose to a feverish pitch. 

I imitated Mother Anna, and opened my mouth wide, and took in all of Sister 
Madeleine's muff. 

The heavy blonde fur on her muff tickled my mouth, as I started to suck, 
making my mouth a vacuum to draw her blood into her twat lips, which were 
already swollen and dripping with her juices. 

Mother Anna was already sucking on my twat, and I squirmed around and moaned 
heavily, as the hot pleasure of her wet mouth drove me crazy. 

I started to munch on Sister Madeleine's cunt with fury, and the hotter I 
got, the more furious my mouth got on her plump, sweet snatch. 

I pried my tongue into her dark, oozing tunnel. 

She squealed, and I heard Mother Anna moan even louder on my twat. Every 
time she moaned, the vibrations would go right through me, and my mouth 
would go even crazier on Sister Madeleine's delicious snatch. 

She really was a sort of delectable character, and I was enjoying myself 
enormously. We were all savoring someone else's cunt, and getting our own 
eaten out at the same time. 

It was fantastic. 

I abandoned myself to the hot pleasure which was ripping through me. I felt 
like a wanton, and I also felt hotly frenzied, as I humped my muff into 
Mother Anna's mouth. 

Mother Anna had started to twirl her tongue around my clitoris, which became 
so inflamed, that it distended, popping out of the fleshy sheath which 
surrounded it ... I could feel it jerking against Mother Anna's tongue. It 
sent hot fiery ripples of ecstasy flashing through my body. 

The room became filled with the smell of our come juices, and the sounds of 
licking and sucking and moaning. 

It was like an orgy, I guess, and I decided that I liked orgies. 

My mouth was just covered with come cream, and my own twat was pouring the 
stuff out in thick, hot floods. Mother Anna was licking them all up 
furiously. 

I felt her tongue pry into my dark virginal hole. My cuntal muscles clutched 
at her tongue. It was a funny feeling. 

I had never while I was masturbating, stuck my finger into my twat. I had 
always been afraid I would hurt myself, but every time I felt Mother Anna's 
tongue prying into my cunt, I got the most fabulous sensations. 

It was as if my cunt had gone wild. It became like a sucking mouth, sucking 
on Mother Anna's quick, strong tongue as she slithered her tongue into me, 
and then sucked up the juices which were pouring furiously out of my cunt. 

I started to get that weak hot feeling, which meant I was on the verge of 
coming, when Sister Madeleine's cunt started shooting out gush after gush of 
heavy syrup. 

Her twat went crazy on my mouth. She started to rub her twat back and forth 
eagerly, and with a convulsive rhythm that, together with her gushing pussy 
cream, told me she was coming. 

I heard her moan, felt her body trembling violently, as she pressed into my 
mouth. Her thick, blonde hairs tickled my mouth and my nose, and my face 
became covered with her thick, redolent cream. 

That was all I needed. I started coming. I could feel the tautness in my 
belly increase. 

My hips went out of my rational control, and I slammed my muff heavily into 
Mother Anna's mouth. 

All of a sudden, I screamed with glorious ecstasy, as Mother Anna bit gently 
on my prominent clitoris. 

It caused my orgasm to peak with a frenzy I had never experienced before. My 
body was covered with sweat, my breathing against Sister Madeleine's 
thickly-furred muff became ragged and heavy. 

The three of us were convulsing in the throes of our orgasms. The sounds 
increased, and the smell of our juices became stronger. 

We came for a long time. I don't remember how long. I know it was one of the 
best orgasms I have ever had in my life. 

Now I really enjoy living in the convent school. I get the best of both 
worlds. 

I cut up all I can to get on punishment detail, and I always enjoy 
punishment detail, so I cut up more. 

Not bad, just mischievous, enough to get me into the kind of trouble I 
enjoy. The kind of trouble that .gives me time to eat out the nuns' cunts.
 By now I've had all of them except Sister Elise, and I've been told by 
those who know, that she's dynamite. That her age hasn't slowed her down one 
bit. ' I can't wait to get her! 

 CONCLUSION 

Of course I will be seeing Nora once a week, on a regular basis, for as long 
as she's at Hillcrest. 

I am somewhat disturbed that the nuns would use such a pleasurable activity 
as punishment. In some cases, the punishment should be painful, not 
pleasurable. 

Many of those girls need heavy discipline. 

In Nora's case, the problems are merely an undirected adolescence, and since 
the nuns are very good with that non-repressive discipline which is healthy 
and good for her, I'm not too worried. 

Eventually, when she acquires a boyfriend, her sexual energies will be 
transferred elsewhere, and I have no doubt that she will lead a 
constructive, good, if high-spirited life. 

 CASE HISTORY FOUR 

Subject: Sandy M. Age: Fifteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Sandy was sent to me by her mother, when she complained about the conditions 
at the convent school where she was being educated. 

Her mother had sent her there, not liking the lack of discipline and 
high-quality education in the public schools. 

Sandy herself was high-strung and nervous when she came into my office the 
first time. 

She was a very beautiful young creature, with yellow-brown hair, and blue 
eyes. 

She was singularly well developed for her years. 

I hate that school, I really do! 

My mother sent me there because she thought I needed more discipline and a 
better education. 

The education isn't bad. As a matter-of-fact, it's tough enough for even me, 
who coasted through grammar school, to find it challenging. 

But the living conditions! They suck, they really do. 

First of all, the girls all live in dormitories, and there isn't any 
privacy. 

Secondly, the nuns use us. You heard me! They use us-and I am referring to 
sexual use. 

Every night, they cop about a dozen of us to fulfill their perverted needs. 
And there aren't any nights off, because those nuns are the horniest lot of 
women I've ever met in my life. 

I guess in one way I don't blame them. After all, I'm deprived of men, too, 
in the convent school, and I do get extra horny. 

I spend a lot of time frigging myself. 

The first night I was there, I was called up to Sister Jane's office. I 
thought maybe she was going to orient me to procedures and rules of conduct 
in the convent school. 

Well, she did, in a way. 

She made me sit down, and then she started to explain what the rules were. I 
guess they're not bad. 

They were strict, but there was plenty of time for play, and study, and they 
allowed plenty of visitors to come to the convent school, and plenty of 
visits home. 

When Sister Jane was finished with the rules of the convent school, she 
looked at me for a moment, a slight smile playing around her mouth. 

"And of course, there are other activities, Sandy," she said, tapping a 
pencil on her desk. 

"Lake what, Sister?" I asked. 

"You will be required to help out the nuns. We have no men here, as you 
know. This chore should be highly rewarding for you, since you will derive 
much pleasure from it yourself." 

"I don't know what you mean!" I exclaimed hotly. I really thought I did know 
what she meant, and I had heard stories about what horny nuns, deprived of 
men, do to their little girl charges. But I was hoping that that wasn't what 
she meant. 

"Of course you do. You're an intelligent, sophisticated little girl. I know 
very well that you understand me." 

I shook my head. I have to tell you, I'm stubborn, which is one reason why 
Mother put me in a convent school. She felt she couldn't handle me, 
especially as I got older. 

I had every intention of being stubborn this time. Not only that, if that 
bitch, Sister Jane, intended to press the issue, I was going to call my 
mother and spill the beans. 

I figured, let all the other namby-pamby girls submit to that kind of 
slavery. I wasn't going to. 

Anyway, I like men, and I didn't want to be spoiled for them when I got my 
chance. And I was hoping it would be real soon! 

Sister Jane got up from her seat, and approached my chair. 

"You are very stubborn, Sandy. You need softening up a bit. I want you to 
get down on your knees, and lick me off right now!" 

With that, Sister Jane raised her long black skirt up above her waist. She 
was wearing very practical white cotton panties, and I could see the dark 
stain where her juices had nestled. 

She pushed her panties down over her legs, and stepped out of them, and then 
came up closer to my chair. 

"Well, Sandy? I'm waiting." 

"You can wait until hell freezes over!" I snarled. "I'm not touching your 
filthy twat. How dare you? I'll tell my mother on you!" 

"You may tell your mother anything you please. I wonder, however, how much 
of what you tell your mother will be believed?" 

I looked up at Sister Jane. 

She was a cool one, all right! I didn't know whether my mother would believe 
me or not. 

I stood up, irate, and started to head toward the door. 

"You just wait," I hissed. "I'm going to get you for this!" 

"You will get no one, Sandy. Stop being so hostile." 

"I'm not hostile, you're the one who has me captive, and wants me to do 
something perverted." 

"Sex is not perverted, dear. It's a very healthy, natural joyous thing. I 
want you to understand that." 

"I'm leaving!" I said. 

"If you do, you will wind up in detention for a week." 

She had just laid out what detention was all about. The detention cells were 
in the basement. There were no windows, and all you got was bread and water 
for as long as you were there. 

Apparently, according to one of the girls I talked to after I arrived, they 
used detention a lot. 

I decided I had better go along with Sister Jane, and find out later why 
none of the kids, apparently, had told on the nuns for their obscene use of 
their students. 

I was pretty sure that no one had tattled, and Sister Jane seemed relatively 
confident that I wouldn't either. 

I came back into the room slowly. 

"Down!" Sister Jane commanded, raising her skirt still higher. Her pussy was 
big, and thickly-haired. 

I knelt down in front of it, hating every minute of it. I caught a whiff of 
her womanhood. 

I jerk off a lot, and my juices never smelled like that, ripe, and round and 
almost intoxicating. 

I caught myself inhaling her womanhood, and enjoying it, so I turned away. 

"I want you to lick me off," Sister Jane said. 

"I hate your cunt!" 

"I assure you, you will soon love it," Sister Jane said, smiling. "So start 
licking. You're going to need practice. We all need servicing around here." 

I leaned forward, and braced my body on her waist, above where the material 
of her skirt was bunched at her waist. 

She had a nice, firm, tiny waist. It wasn't so bad, really. 

I could see her belly undulating, with her heavy breathing. 

I sighed, and flicked out my tongue. It landed just at the cleft where her 
outer lips folded over her pink inner lips. 

And then I saw her cunt swelling, saw the pink meat starting to pry out of 
their outer covering. 

The sight turned me on. I mean, I was just filled with all these 
contradictory emotions. 

I hated her having intimidated me. I hated having to be her sex slave, but 
here I was, getting real turned on by the sight of her cunt. 

It thrilled me. 

Something about it didn't make sense to me, didn't seem right. Anyway, I 
felt my pussy cream starting to flood out of my tight cunt. 

The fire mounted in my little fleshy furnace, sending ripples of hot 
pleasure through me, as I started to lash my tongue up and down on her ripe 
cunt. 

The pussy lips started to show more, as I pried open the outer lips with my 
tongue. I began to tease the petal-like folds of her inner lips, and tasted 
her come cream. 

It wasn't bad. Actually, it's a weird taste, but I think you develop a taste 
for it, like olives. 

I started to run my tongue up and down, up and down her cunt. 

I frig myself a lot, and I know what makes me happy when I'm playing with 
myself, so I started to tease those areas of her cunt where I knew she would 
be excited. 

I twirled my tongue around and around on her clitoris, feeling the little 
love button throb furiously as I lashed it to delirium. 

She moaned, and started swaying on her legs. 

"Ohh, that's nice, yesss, nice. Do it some more." 

I kept on lapping at her little clitoris. And then, for some perverse 
reason, I guess I wanted to get even with her for forcing me to do this, I 
bit on it. 

Instead of her pulling away from me and getting angry, she shrieked. 

"Yeee, ohhhh! Do it again, honey, do it again!" 

I was a bit surprised by that, but again I bit her on her clitoris. She 
started to hump her muff into my mouth, slamming against it, her thick hairs 
tickling my lips and my nose. 

I reached out with my tongue and lapped up and down on her swollen, dripping 
cunt. I even got bold enough to try to pry my tongue into her tight little 
hole. 

Of course I didn't succeed, but it was fun trying, since it drove her crazy. 

She had both her hands pressing onto my head. The pressure of her hands on 
my head, of course, was creating pressure points, and the blood throbbed 
against them. 

And my cunt was now throbbing furiously, and demanding release. I let go of 
her waist with one hand, and surreptitiously reached down into my own pants. 

I gasped and groaned when I felt the hot contact of my hand on my cunt. The 
groan did something to Sister Jane too. 

She shrieked again, and her hips gyrated even more furiously against my 
hard-working mouth. 

She was acting as if she were going crazy. 

I had really gotten into the perversity of the whole thing, and I pressed my 
mouth into her twat, trying to suck on the whole thing. 

My body was heated up, as if a fire had been kindled in my cunt and spread 
outward. 

Sister Jane was groaning wildly, and her muff was causing my lips to become 
chapped, she was rubbing them so hard. 

Her pussy juices were flowing like a thick, aromatic oil down my chin. My 
mouth and nose were covered with the thick cream from her cunt. 

Her legs trembled and I was afraid for a moment that she was going to fall 
down. 

My own hand was working harder and harder on my swollen, dripping wet pussy. 

I decided to abandon myself to the hot pleasure, even though I hated the 
whole idea of doing it. I mean, pleasure is a very real thing, and since I 
enjoy being pleased, I might as well go along with it. 

I could tell Mother later what had happened, and I knew that Mother would be 
so shocked, that there would be no question of my staying in this bloody 
convent school. 

I really started to dig into Sister Jane's twat, as my fingers dug into my 
own soaking wet twat. 

I looked up briefly. Sister Jane had her eyes closed, and her head thrown 
back. Her face was gleaming with sweat. 

I decided that it was safe to bring myself off-in front of a nun, yet! That 
idea was even more of a turn-on, than the sight of Sister Jane's plump, 
insatiable snatch, and the heady fragrance of her come juices. 

I diddled harder with her clitoris, lashing my tongue back and forth and 
driving the clitoris to greater heat. By now, I was beside myself. My own 
clitoris was giving me some rather delicious trouble. 

It jerked, and jumped, and tingled, and I could feel my orgasm rumbling in 
my belly. 

I kept on sucking off Sister Jane. My tongue went from her dark, drooling 
fuck tunnel, where I licked up all the juices, up to her clitoris where I 
would tease it and cause it to convulse. 

Every time I touched her clitoris, Sister Jane would go crazy. Several times 
while I was sucking her off, I felt her fingers digging into my skull as the 
convulsions of ecstasy rolled through her. 

Her hips had a steady humping motion now, that was becoming faster and 
faster. 

She was making erotic gurgling noises in her throat, as I whipped her quim 
with my oral muscle. 

I kept running my own finger around and around the inflamed little love 
button, as I surrendered to the act I was performing, and buried even my 
nose in Sister Jane's hot wet eager cunt. 

The smell of her juices went to my head. 

When my orgasm came, which was shortly, it was doubled barrel. Of course my 
contracting blood-engorged cunt sent throbbing pulses of ecstasy coursing 
through me. 

But my orgasm also made my blood boil in my veins, which increased the 
strength and speed of my pulse. 

That meant that even my head, where Sister Jane was pressing, because of her 
shaky legs, became a pleasure point. 

I could feel my blood throbbing under her hard-pressed hands. 

My hips went wild. I started to bump and grind furiously, while Sister Jane 
groaned, and kept grinding her hips into my hard-working mouth. 

Her juices were really spewing out of her now, and I started to moan against 
her cunt. 

Apparently, even the moaning did something to her, because she squealed 
louder. 

At this point, we were both making so much noise, that I thought someone 
would come in to see what was the matter. 

But it didn't happen. Whereas before I had been angry and resentful that she 
had cornered me by myself, made a victim out of me, right now, with my 
orgasm peaking, and convulsing through me, it was the most delicious feeling 
in the world, and I didn't want anyone to stop me until I had finished. 

So I continued to lap furiously at her cunt, until I heard her grunting 
rhythmically. Her juices spewed out of her hot hole even more furiously, and 
in greater quantities. 

I heard her panting and grunting until the panting and grunting sort of 
blended to become a hoarse scream as her orgasm mounted. 

She was really pressing into my skull now. I didn't mind at all. 

I was writhing and jumping and jerking and squirming in my own climactic 
ecstasy, so I wouldn't have felt anything she did except as pleasure. 

She could have beaten me, and I probably would have come more at that point, 
that's how wild I was! 

Finally, she gasped and then relaxed, her body jerking forward a little bit. 

Then she pushed my mouth away from her cunt. 

I licked off all the pussy juices, and looked up at her, feeling the anger 
and the hatred return, now that my own orgasm had passed. 

"I guess you'll learn to like it sooner than I thought!" Sister Jane 
laughed. 

"I'm still telling my mother!" I snarled. 

"Very well, dear. Do what you please," Sister Jane said, putting on her 
panties, and lowering her skirt. 

Well, I did tell my mother, and guess what? 

She wouldn't believe me! 

Every time something would happen, I would tell her, and still she wouldn't 
believe me! 

You gotta make her believe me, Doctor. My mother things I'm going crazy, and 
my life in that convent school is hell on wheels. 

I don't want to service a lot of dippy old maids who have never had a man, 
and who take their virginity for granted, and wonder why we all get off on 
getting our cherries popped. 

I wouldn't even mind that so much, but I do want my cherry popped, but there 
aren't any men around, and that's the way it's supposed to be. Just girls, 
girls, and more girls. 

And if you think the nuns are bad, the younger girls have to service the 
older girls. 

I'm getting sick of cunt. I want a nice, stiff dick in my twat. 

And you know what makes me even more furious? Even as I sit talking about 
guys, and wishing I had one, I think of Sister Jane's twat, or how 
magnificent Sister Evelyn's tits are, or how sweet Sister Imelda is, and I 
go crazy. 

Because even if these dames want servicing all the time, they love to eat 
pussy, too, and they can make me come like gangbusters, almost every single 
time. 

I still hate being with all those girls, though. I would rather live at 
home, and go to the public school, even if it is dumb! 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

The next time I saw Sandy, her frame of mind wasn't much better. 

You know, Doctor, this whole situation really sucks. 

For instance, I get abused sexually by the nuns in school, and when I tell 
my mother, she doesn't believe me, because it's so horrible, and the nuns 
know my mother won't believe me. 

Whoever heard of nuns doing such a thing? 

So now, on top of everything else, I have to come to you like a sick chick, 
and tell you these disgusting stories. 

Oh, don't get me wrong. 

I can't say that I don't get my own pleasure out of the whole thing. I 
certainly do. 

As I said before, those nuns really know how to suck cunt, and they do a 
very, very good job. 

And I enjoy sucking them off. 

It's the idea of being ... well, forced into it, that I hate. And then you 
got so used to the idea, that after awhile, what you were forced into at 
first becomes second nature, and you look forward to it. 

I know I do! 

For instance, once day Sister Imelda asked me to come up to her room after 
supper, to pick up a paper I had done. 

She had made some corrections on it, and wanted me to type it up in typing 
class, to be printed in the school newspaper. 

It was on the crusades, and she thought it was very good. She was always 
very encouraging to me, and kept telling me that I had genuine writing 
talent, so she was very careful with my papers, and gave me books to read, 
and would make me re-write a lot of stuff. 

I didn't mind it because I like writing. 

After supper, I went up to her room, and knocked on the door. 

"Come in," I heard her say. Her voice sounded strangely muffled. I opened 
the door and went in. 

All the nuns have private bathrooms off their rooms. 

Sister Imelda was in the bathtub, taking a bath. The door to the bathroom 
was wide open. 

"Good evening, Sandy. Your paper is on the desk. Would you like to scrub my 
back?" 

Sister Imelda had a real good body, and the idea of scrubbing her back kind 
of turned me on, so I walked into the steamy warm bathroom, and took the 
scrub brush which she handed me, and started to scrub her back. 

She reached up and pinched one of the nipples of my budding breasts. I 
looked down, and saw the wet spot on my blouse where her wet fingers had 
squeezed. My nipple had puckered up when she tweaked it, and it stood out 
against the wet fabric of my blouse, very enticingly. 

I giggled, and Sister Imelda giggled, too. She's young and very pretty, and 
I always liked her. 

"Oh, look what I did to you pretty blouse!" 

"Look what you did to my nipple!" I exclaimed, laughing. 

"It's a very pretty little nipple!" Sister Imelda exclaimed. "Come down here 
and IH kiss it." 

I tittered again, and leaned over. I don't wear a bra. I don't need one. It 
isn't that my jugs are that small. As a matter-of-fact, it looks like 
they're going to be real big. 

But they're very ripe and round and firm, so I don't need any support. 

Sister Imelda pursed her round, dewy lips, and sucked in the nipple, making 
the wet spot wetter. 

Then she bit on the nipple. Little shivers of lust were rolling through me. 

"Now, look what I did. I made the wet spot wetter! Why don't you take off 
your clothes, and get into the tub with me?" 

I was getting horny with her attentions, and I decided that it wasn't such a 
bad idea. 

I stood up and removed my clothes. 

I could feel my pussy juices just rolling down my twat, and coating my legs. 
Sister Imelda reached up and grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward. 

I tumbled into the tub with a big splash. The warm soapy water, which was 
also scented with some kind of oil, splashed all over the place, leaving big 
puddles on the floor. 

Then Sister Imelda and I started to cuddle. 

We fondled each others' breasts and ran our hands over each other's flat 
belly. 

The sensation of making love in the bathtub was fantastic! I had never even 
thought of it before. But it was delicious to sit in the warm water with my 
pussy creaming, and feel my body being rubbed softly, all over by Sister 
Imelda's warm, soft hands. 

Then Sister Imelda's hand went to my lightly-furred muff. 

She cupped my twat with her hand, and then pried one finger into my tiny 
virginal little opening. She slid her finger out and rubbed it up and down 
my pink, swollen pussy meat. 

I started to do the same to her. 

We were both reclining on the slanted back of the tub, mostly facing each 
other. My left tit and her right tit were rubbing together. 

The feeling of her soft, warm tit-flesh rubbing up against mine was 
indescribable. It made me feel as if my insides were melting. 

The heat rose in me. I could feel my pussy syrup flowing, sticky and warm, 
pouring out of my cunt and mixing with the warm, soapy water in the tub. 

I rubbed up and down on Sister Imelda's ripe swollen cunt. Her pussy folds 
were all distended, and throbbing, and warm in my hand, warmer than the 
water. 

The feeling of all that soft woman flesh just made me cream even more. I 
started to rub faster. 

"Oh, yes, faster, harder!" Sister Imelda groaned. 

Her own hand was moving faster and harder on my dripping twat. I was 
beginning to go crazy. 

My body started to undulate. Sister Imelda was bucking her rounded hips into 
my hand as I rubbed harder and faster on her pussy lips. 

I pried my fingers into the folds, and teased her clitoris. Then my slender 
finger pried into her cuntal opening. I felt the juices flowing furiously 
from her cunt, as I pried into the warm soft flesh of her fuck tunnel. 

The water in the bathtub was beginning to look like a stormy sea, as our 
bodies moved faster and wilder as our passion grew. 

My face flushed with unbridled lust, as I arched my muff up into Sister 
Imelda's rapidly rubbing hand. The speed of her motions was creating a 
delicious hot friction which set my clitoris on fire. 

The fire spread through my belly, causing my muscles to become taut with the 
ecstatic waves of pleasure which rolled through me. 

I closed my eyes, as the ecstasy mounted. I couldn't believe the sensual 
rapture which was filling me. My body felt like bolt after bolt of 
electricity was shooting through me. 

My body convulsed heavily. 

Suddenly, as I increased my rubbing motions on Sister Imelda's twat, her 
body arched right up out of the water. 

She pressed her head tightly against the back of the bathtub, and her whole 
body felt as tight as a strung bow, while her orgasm built in her. 

I kept rubbing up and down on her twat, circling around and around her 
clitoris and then rubbing down her hot twat lips, prying my finger into her 
convulsing cunt. 

"Ahhh! Eeeeehh!" I squealed, as I felt the first spasms of my own orgasm 
grip my belly. My cunt quivered, and the juices poured out of it in floods, 
as Sister Imelda's hand rubbed up and down, and pried into my convulsing 
hole. 

Sister Imelda ran her fingers up my twat to my clitoris, and pinched it. 

I can't tell you what incredible, hot feelings that sent rippling through my 
inflamed body. I jerked and convulsed in the bathtub, the water spilling out 
of the tub, and pooling on the floor. 

We thrashed wetly together, our tits tightly pressed together, bloated with 
our passion, as our orgasms mounted to a feverish pitch that had us both 
squealing and jerking wildly in the tub. 

Finally, my orgasm peaked. The searing hot waves of rapture rolled through 
me, causing me to shiver ecstatically, and then I started to come down. 

My hand had gone as crazy on Sister Imelda's cunt, as my body had gone crazy 
under the tender ministrations of her soft little hand. 

"Ouch! Stop!" Sister Imelda gasped, pulling my hand away from her 
super-sensitized cunt, as she relaxed. 

We looked at each other and smiled. Then we soaped each other up, caressing 
each other's body, and rinsed off. 

I got my paper and went to bed that night, thoroughly satisfied. 

But the whole thing still doesn't seem right. 

I mean, if you get right down to it, I'm a captive in a convent school, and 
no one will believe me. 

I bet even you don't believe me. If you did, you'd tell my mother to take me 
out of that lousy school. 

 CONCLUSION 

Sandy's case was not unusual, as I hastened to point out to her. 

I also told her that any communication she divulged to me was privileged, 
and I had no intention, short of preventing mayhem, of informing her mother 
of anything. 

Sandy's attitude definitely needed adjusting, however, so I continued her in 
therapy for about a year. 

The school was superb, scholastically, and Sandy was an excellent scholar 
who really belonged in a school of that caliber. 

As for the lesbian activities, I informed her that in a girl's school she 
would probably indulge in activities of that sort, anyway, as most girls did 
and it certainly wasn't harmful. 

I was able to allay her fear that her lesbian encounters would spoil her for 
men. And I also assured her that, until she reached a proper age, when she 
could handle male-female relationships, having her sexual tensions eased in 
the manner the nuns used, was far safer, and really less traumatic than she 
might think. 

She improved greatly with therapy, and resigned herself to convent school 
life. 

By the end of the year, she was excelling in everything, and much happier, 
although she confessed to me that she was looking forward to summer vacation 
and the chance to meet a boy, since she was desirous of getting her cherry 
popped! 

 CASE HISTORY FIVE 

Subject: Tish W. Age: Fifteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Tish was brought by one of her teachers who made the appointment for her. 

She was an unusually bright, very beautiful red head with fiery brown eyes. 
Her face was very expressive. 

Her teacher indicated that there seemed to be a personality disorder which 
should be looked into. 

As I gazed at the handsome young girl, sitting in the chair in front of my 
desk, I was puzzled by the teacher's assessment, since her bright face, her 
quick, direct answers, and her general alertness indicated a healthy 
mentality, rather than a diseased one. 

Tasked her to tell me why her teacher had sent her. 

It's like this, Doctor. Sister Nellie is a real flaming dyke. 

As you already know, I go to Bayview Convent School. 

It's a very exclusive school, and most of us in the school are rich. 

In some ways, you live the life of a Spartan, which is why our parents send 
us there. You know, too much too soon? 

I guess our parents think that being rich might spoil us. 

This school is specially geared for the wealthy. Our classes are tough, and 
we have special classes in foreign languages and geography, and foreign 
customs, and things like that. 

And even though most of us will always have maids and butlers around, we 
learn to cook and clean and polish silverware. 

We all have chores to do, starting with making our own beds in the morning, 
and cleaning up our rooms, to sharing in the household duties of the convent 
itself. 

Actually, I like it. I feel busy and needed, and very unspoiled. And 
considering how spoiled I am, that's pretty good. 

Well, of course there are no men around. 

The girls all chip in and help with the gardening, too, and our 
transportation is hired from the outside. 

There are a lot of drivers who get stared at greedily, when we're bused to a 
movie or play or concert during the week. 

On weekends, we all go home. 

Anyway, Sister Nellie doesn't like me very much, because I have persistently 
refused her advances. 

Of course all the girls masturbate, and we get off on each other. 

My classmates are real super, and we all like each other very much, so 
there's a lot of fun and games during the week in the convent school, after 
lights out. 

We sleep four to a room, and the rooms are real big, and each room has its 
own bathroom, so there's ample opportunity to mess around, especially since 
the nuns go to bed right after lights out themselves, so they're dead to the 
world when we're just coming alive. 

Sister Nellie teaches geometry, and she has a pet, a girl none of us likes 
much, although we try to be nice to her. 

The problem is, she's not nice back. She's not the richest girl in the 
convent school, not by far, but she puts on airs like you wouldn't believe. 

I guess some people just can't handle wealth! 

Her name is Tammy, and she's really pretty in a Barbie Doll sort of way. She 
has blue eyes and blonde hair, and she's always tossing her head to make her 
hair swing back, and she's always batting her eyelashes, like there was a 
man around. 

Except I think she's a real lesbian. Not like the rest of us who just want 
to get off, and enjoy each others' bodies, but I think that's all she's 
interested in, just women, which is probably why she's Sister Nellie's pet. 

Anyway, even though the rest of us are nice to her, we do avoid her when 
we're planning some of our after lights out parties, because we don't want 
her to get too close to us. 

I suppose that's bad in a way, but we can't help it. It makes my skin crawl 
to think of her touching me. 

Especially after what happened that night-but I'm getting ahead of the 
story. 

Anyway, everyone knows about Sister Nellie, so we're very nice to her, but 
not as friendly to her as we are to the other nuns. 

She puts her hands on us any time she can, and usually she manages to cop a 
feel, and that always makes us-feel uncomfortable. 

One night, about six of us had decided to have a party after lights out. 
When the last bell rang and the lights went out in the corridor, Nancy and 
Sue slipped into the room I shared with Beth, Helen, and Jane. 

By the time Nancy and Sue got into the room, we were already undressed, and 
starting to play with ourselves, you know, just to get ourselves a little 
excited. 

Nancy and Sue shucked their pajamas, and before long, all six of us were in 
a squirming heap on the thickly carpeted floor, sucking each other off. 

I was on top of Beth. I was humping my muff into her muff furiously. We had 
both spread our legs, and were grinding away at each other. 

Of course all the other noises and sounds of the other girls getting off on 
each other was driving us even crazier. 

Beth is an awfully cute little girl. She still has a little of her baby fat 
left, but it's going to melt away this year. By summer she's going to be a 
stunner. 

Her tits are already round and ripe, almost as nice as mine. And she has 
this curly light brown hair with blonde lights in it, and pretty blue eyes. 

She also has an adorable little muff, and I loved getting off with her. We 
swap positions, and it was my turn to be on top. 

Our soft little tits were pressing into each other. I could feel my nipples 
puckering under the soft squishy texture of her tits. 

Her nipples were also puckered, very hard, and they pressed into my skin 
creating delicious, shivery feelings which ran through my body and made 
goose bumps come out on my skin. 

Our spread legs had opened up the outer lips of our pussies, so that the 
soft red meat popped out, swollen, and gleaming with our juices. 

As a matter-of-fact, the room was filled with the strong odor of cunt cream, 
as we lapped and humped, and writhed all over the warm, thickly carpeted 
floor. 

Beth was moaning, and my breathing was getting shallower, panting, as I 
bucked my swollen, lightly-furred muff into her muff. Our pussy juices mixed 
together, making this wet sticky mess that just turned me on even more. 

I would hump my muff into Beth's muff, as she humped upward, and then I'd 
grind that wet sticky oily red pussy meat around and around. 

Our clitorises jumped under the impact from the soft wet meat, as we mashed 
into each other, and rubbed our breasts together. 

Beth reached up and smiled at me. She put her arms around my neck and pulled 
my mouth down to hers. 

Then she kissed me, long and deep. Her tongue snaked between my parted 
teeth, and our tongues wrestled together. 

She flicked her tongue hotly around the roof of my mouth. I started to moan, 
as I felt the shivers of searing hot pleasure mount, until behind my closed 
eyelids, I saw delightful colorful sparks going off like fireworks. 

And each spark was another twitch in my cunt, or another shiver of bliss 
rippling through my body. 

I felt my body start to tense up, and then I started to sweat. Beth was 
moaning against my mouth, and her tongue was really going crazy. She was 
touching every inch of my oral cavity. Our saliva was mixing as furiously as 
our cunt creams mixed together. 

We mashed each other's tongue with our own tongues, and our hips really 
started to pile-drive into each other. 

I could feel my ass contracting and relaxing, as I undulated around on 
Beth's lovely, plump little loins. 

I really thought I was going crazy, and I loved it. I wouldn't mind if I 
could be in a state like that forever, except I do want to experience what 
it's like to have a man, too. 

I'll bet that's really fantastic, feeling a big cock plowing in and out of 
my quivering quim. 

My cunt was starting to convulse, as the heat rose in my body, causing my 
ears to ring with the pressure that built in me. 

My insides felt all mushy and soft, as if they were melting down my cunt. My 
honey poured lavishly out of my quivering twat, drenching my pussy hair, and 
pouring onto Beth's already soaking wet quim. 

We clutched at each other frantically. I felt Beth's body stiffen, and knew 
that she was about to come, too. 

I always liked that, when we came together at almost the same time. She 
humped her hips up furiously onto my down-driving loins, mashing my pussy 
flesh wide, causing my clitoris to tingle with fiery hot signals of 
pleasure. 

And then I squealed insanely. The fire in my cunt turned into a raging 
holocaust which roared through my body, and sent convulsive spasms running 
through my muscles. 

Beth and I battered into each other, as our orgasms peaked furiously, and 
then slowly, ever sow slowly, washed away. 

Our movements when the orgasms were at their peak were jerky and frantic. As 
we started to come down, they got softer, sensual. 

I love all the different parts of an orgasm. I love it just before you start 
to come, when you shiver all over, and your body feels tight, as if 
electricity were flickering through it, and I love the delicious insanity 
that takes over and makes your body react like a puppet attached to tangled 
strings, and then the soft, warm, relaxed aftermath, which lasts even 
longer. 

Beth and I opened our eyes and grinned at each other. 

"That was great!" Beth exclaimed. 

"Mmm," I said. "You have the nicest, wettest little pussy." 

"I like your pussy, too. It feels so soft and hot." 

I rolled off Beth, to watch the proceedings going on around us. We were 
going to rest up and then do it again. 

Sue and Jane were sixty-nining like crazy. Their mouths were making wet, 
sucking noises, as they nibbled on each other's cunts. 

It looked as if they were just about ready to come, too. Their bodies were 
jerking furiously on the floor, and they were mashing their soft, round 
flesh into each other. 

Nancy and Helen were giggling like fools. They were having a msturbating 
contest, to see who could come first. 

From the way Helen's round, soft ass cheeks were bouncing up and down on the 
rug, it looked like she was going to win. 

Just the sight of their wide-open, pink and wet twats was enough to turn me 
on again. 

I felt my nipples puckering already, and my I juices started to roll 
turgidly out of my tight little fuck tunnel. 

"Ahhhhh!" Helen groaned. She fell backward on the rug with a loud thud, and 
her legs flew up in the air. She kicked them furiously. Her hand became a 
blur of motion, as she rubbed it back and forth over her convulsing pussy. 

She was coming violently, rolling over and over on the rug. She bumped into 
Sue and Jane, who were also coming. 

Their mouths as they munched on each other's cunt were going crazy, making 
lewd wet sucking noises, and slurping sounds. 

Group scenes like this always turned me on. 

Finally, Nancy started to come, too. Her face became a twisted mask of lust 
as she bent forward, her hand pummeling her soft, swollen cunt. 

After awhile, everyone eased up a bit, and we lay on the rug, relaxed and 
warm and content, just talking and teasing each other. 

And that's when Beth got the idea that got me in trouble with Sister Nellie. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

Tish was even perkier than the first time, when she showed up on time for 
our second interview. 

I was anxious to hear the end of the story, to judge if Sister Nellie's 
assessment of the apparently bright, healthy girl was correct. 

I had not come to the same conclusion at the end of our first interview. 
However, as a psychiatrist, I am aware that until a story is complete, I may 
not be aware of hidden elements which finally show up when all the pieces of 
the story are together. 

With that in mind, I asked her to continue with her tale. 

Well, we were all laughing and giggling on the rug. We were all nude as jay 
birds, and primed for a night of sex, sex, and more sex. 

We were all good friends, so that meant we were comfortable with each other. 
We were tweaking each others' nipples, and examining each other's cunt. 
That's a good way to become familiar with a twat, Doctor, in case you didn't 
know. 

I'm sorry, you are a doctor, so I guess you know that. You can learn what 
all the little folds are like. Where the little piss hole is, and the 
slightly bigger one which feels so good when it's pouring all that cream. 

And the clitoris. I think the clitoris is like a little mini-penis. I keep 
wondering if a boy when he's beating his meat, feels the same way when I 
diddle my clitty. 

Anyway, Helen was talking about her pet fantasy. Walking nude in a crowd. 

"Can you just see it?" she said, rubbing her breasts with slow, circular, 
sensual motions. 

"How about if I walked into class nude one day!" she exclaimed, sitting up 
with her eyes glowing at the idea. 

"They'd put you on the punishment list for a month, at least, if not the 
whole year!" I laughed. 

"It would be worth it, just to see everybody's face when I walked in." 

"Be careful," Sue said. "Sister Nellie might rape you." 

"Oh! I didn't think about her. Well, I wouldn't do it in her class. Maybe in 
Sister Loretta's class." 

"Can a girl rape another girl?" Beth asked, screwing up her nose in a cute 
little way she had. 

"I don't know. I thought rape had to do with a man attacking a woman," I 
said. 

Helen giggled, and stood up. 

"I dare all of us to walk down that corridor, to Sister Nellie's room and 
back, bollicky bare-assed!" she said. 

There was a gasp among all of us. It was such a bold thing to do. 

At the end of each bedroom hallway, there is a nun's room, where they sleep, 
just in case something happens, sort of. 

Sister Nellie's room was on our floor. 

Helen started toward the door, as we all leaped to our feet, slightly 
panicked. Then Helen flung the door open, and stepped out in the hall 
quietly. 

We all crowded at the door, as she went to the end of the hall, naked and 
then came back smiling. 

"See? Who's next?" 

Nobody said anything, except me. I have to open my big mouth. I wasn't going 
to be less daring than Helen, so I stepped out in the hall, and walked to 
the end, to where Sister Nellie's room was. 

The door, I noticed, when I got there, was partially ajar. Curious, and 
forgetful of my nudity, I peered through it, and gasped. 

There was Sister Nellie, stark naked and rolling around on her cot with 
Tammy and they were both in the act of coming furiously together. 

As they writhed on the bed, I caught glimpses of their pussy meat. Neither 
of them was bad-looking, and the sight turned me on. 

However, fascinated as I was, I leaned in too far, and the door swung wide 
open. 

"Ahhh!" Sister Nellie cried, as she started to come down from her orgasm. 
Her eyes fluttered open, just as I staggered a couple of feet into the room, 
having lost my balance. 

The two of us stared at each other for one horrified . minute, while Tammy 
kept on squirming and groaning, still in the throes of her orgasm. Her head 
was buried in Sister Nellie's crotch, which was facing the door. 

Tammy was on top of Sister Nellie, her legs braced on either side of Sister 
Nellie's head. 

I turned, feeling my face blanch with fear, and ran down the hall to my 
room, and then slammed the door shut. 

Well, everybody got real scared, and Nancy and Sue went back to their room 
real quick. The rest of us scrambled into our beds, and pretended to be 
alseep. 

About half an hour later, our door opened, and through partially closed 
eyes, I saw Sister Nellie, dressed, walk quietly to my bed and look down. 
She stood looking at me for the longest time. My heart was hammering in my 
breast, so hard that I was afraid she would hear it. 

She finally left. 

But the next afternoon, she told me to come into her room. She sat me down 
in a chair next to hers, so that our knees were touching. I pushed my chair 
back. 

She kept pawing at me, as she demanded to know what I was doing in the halls 
naked after lights out. 

I told her I had made a bet with someone that I could do it. And that was 
all she could get out of me. 

But she's been trying to make me ever since. As a matter-of-fact, she's the 
bane of my existence! 

And frankly, Doctor, I don't know what to do about it. 

 CONCLUSION 

All Tish needed was a lecture on rash behavior, and the necessity, when one 
indulged in it, of putting up with the consequences of said behavior. 

Tish, a very practical, healthy, intelligent young creature, agreed ruefully 
with me. 

I gave her some supportive advice, and recommended that she refrain from 
taking up Sister Nellie's invitations, since I didn't think that the 
coupling of the healthy young creature with the older woman would be wise. 

I did ask Sister Nellie to come in for an interview, telling her without 
revealing the privileged contents of our two interviews, that there was 
absolutely nothing wrong with the child, and not to worry. 

Sister Nellie appeared to be somewhat distressed by this bit of information, 
but refrained from discussing what the nature of her distress was. 

I am quite sure that Tish will do all right by herself. She has a good 
stubborn will of her own, and a capacity to handle the situation gracefully, 
I believe. 

 CASE HISTORY SIX 

Subject: Maura T. Age: Fourteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Maura had called me herself, and made the appointment to see me. 

I was extremely impressed with her initiative, and wondered why a child so 
young would want to see a therapist. 

In the normal course of business, I see a lot of young people, but usually 
they are recommended to me by adults, either social workers, or parents, or 
teachers, so it was with considerable curiosity that I looked forward to her 
scheduled appointment. 

She arrived on time, and her bearing impressed me as much as her phone call 
and voice over the phone had. 

She was medium height, promising to be quite tall when she was fully grown. 
Already her body was blossoming in the most promising way. 

She was extraordinarily lovely, and singularly self-possessed for one so 
young. 

I invited her to tell me in her own words, exactly why she had made the 
appointment. 

I have a friend whose mother sees you, and sometimes she mentions your name. 
So I looked you up in the phone book and called. 

I can pay. I get a very large allowance from my parents' estate. 

But I don't have anyone to talk to, and I decided since the problem seems so 
big to me, that I wanted someone who was qualified to assist me. 

My mother and father were killed in a plane crash two years ago. They were 
both very wealthy, and I became wealthier by virtue of their incredible 
insurance policies, and their estates, both of which go to me. 

It's managed by a bank. 

I don't have any other relatives, so I was placed by the officer of the bank 
which handles my parents' estates, in a convent school, a very exclusive 
type school. 

His name is Mr. Merton. He's a nice man, and at holidays, I usually go to, 
his home, although lately, now that I've made some good friends in school, 
he lets me go to my chums' houses. 

That's much nicer because they're more my own age, and I feel more 
comfortable. 

When I first came to the school, right after my parents had been buried, it 
was very lonely. 

I don't think the girls in the school meant to be mean or anything. I think 
they just left me alone, because they thought I wanted to mourn. 

Well, I did. But I sure could have used some comfort, too. I had no one to 
hug me and grieve with me. 

Only Mr. Merton, and my father's business associates, and a couple of my 
mother's socialite friends were at the grave with me. Everybody else sent 
flowers, and who needs those? 

Anyway, I stayed with the Mertons for a week, while they made arrangements 
for this school. The arrangement was if I didn't like it, I could phone Mr. 
Merton any time, and he would come and get me, and together we'd find 
something else. 

The trouble is, I don't know if I like it or hate it because of what's 
happening. 

You see, the nuns in this school are strange. Not all of them, but a lot of 
them. 

They, well, they use us-play with us-have sex with us. Is that the right way 
to put it? 

I mean, we're all girls together, and I know all about masturbation. I do it 
a lot. 

But I had never heard of women making love together, and that's what we do. 

It all started about a month after I got to the convent school. 

I had just finished my last class of the day, and I was going to my room. I 
shared the room with three other girls. They were all nice, but they had 
also been distant. 

When I came up and put my books on the desk beside my bed, one of the girls, 
Ann, turned to me and smiled. 

"Hi," she said. 

I smiled back, shyly. 

"We're going up to Sister Catherine's room for some fun," she said. "Would 
you like to join us? Do you feel up to some fun?" 

"Why-why, yes, thank you very much. I think I would like to." 

Little did I know of what the fun was comprised. 

Ann and Joy, the other roommate who I shared the room with, and I went to 
the elevators, and went up to the fifth floor, which contained the nuns' 
private rooms, and bedrooms. 

We walked down the hallway to a door near the end. 

Ann knocked on it. "Yes?" 

"It's us, Sister, and we brought Maura." 

"Oh, good! Come in, come in!" Ann opened the door, and the three of us 
stepped inside. 

I gasped with shock! 

Sister Catherine was stark naked, and sitting in an easy chair. Her body was 
really rather beautiful. She was long-waisted, full-breasted, and slender. 

And her muff was covered with the thickest forest of dark blonde pubic hair 
I've ever seen! 

As I stared at the lush beauty of Sister Catherine, I noticed that Ann and 
Joy were already taking off their clothes. 

"We thought you might like to join our little club, dear," Sister Catherine 
said. I watched her hand move to her muff, and she began to stroke it. 

Pretty soon, Joy and Ann were naked. 

Ann rushed over to Sister Catherine, and knelt down in front of the lovely 
woman, and pulled her hand away from that gloriously-furred muff. 

"Please, let me, Sister," Ann said. 

I watched, fascinated, as Ann spread Sister Catherine's slender, well-shaped 
thighs wide. 

I saw Sister Catherin's pussy meat, gleaming redly, pouting, swollen and wet 
from between her plump white outer lips. 

I confess, it did turn me on. 

I turned to Joy who was smiling at me. 

"Why don't you take your clothes off?" she said, walking up to me, and 
starting to unbutton my blouse, "that way you'll feel more comfortable, and 
we can play." 

"Ooohhh!" Sister Catherine moaned. 

I looked over at her. She had thrown her head back, and her eyes were 
closed, her long, slender hands clenched on the arms of' the chair. 

Ann's dark head bobbed up and down between the cleft between her thighs, and 
I knew that she had placed her tongue on Sister Catherine's hot pussy meat. 

Strangely enough, or maybe not strangely, the sight turned me on, and I 
hastened to help Joy finish undressing me. 

"You have such a lovely body," Joy said, reaching out and cupping my small 
breasts with her soft, little hands. 

I reached up and did the same to her own tiny little tits, which were just 
beginning to blossom on her own little chest. 

I felt the nipples of her breasts, which I was cupping, puckering into hard 
little knots of flesh. 

My own nipples had puckered under Joy's caressing. 

I had been shocked when I walked into the room, to see Sister Catherine nude 
and waiting for us. 

Now, within minutes, I felt perfectly at home. A little awed, still maybe, 
and shy, but the growing lust in my young loins was already melting down my 
pussy in thick, turgid streams. 

My inner thighs were soon coated with the thick honey from my little twat. 
Joy and I palmed each other's breasts until our breathing became ragged and 
shallow, as the heat of our lust mounted, and constricted our lungs. 

"Let's go lie down on the couch," Joy suggested. 

I went to the couch with her, and we lay down, facing each other. 

Joy put her arms around me and kissed me mouth, softly at first, but with a 
lingering touch which caused my excitement to mount higher. 

I felt like a thoroughbred racer, straining on the bit at the starting gate! 

"Have you ever done this before?" Joy asked. I could feel her little muff 
pressing into mine, and each contact made me more and more aroused. 

I shook my head. 

"Well, that's all right. Just think of all the nice things you have to 
learn," she said. 

She kissed me again, but this time there was more insistence in the pressure 
of her lips on mine. 

She snaked her tongue between my partially opened teeth. The tips of our 
tongues met, and wrestled hotly and wetly in each other's mouth. 

And all the time, my pussy juices were welling higher and higher, and 
flowing more and more copiously. 

Joy was obviously feeling the same way, because her body pressed more 
tightly into mine, and before I knew it, the two of us were grinding into 
the swollen wet meat of each other's twat, with a fury that I had seldom 
experienced when masturbating. 

The whole thing was weirdly different anyway. 

When I masturbated, I was always alone. Here, I was feeling another girl's 
arms around my neck, and another girl's body pressed tightly into mine, and 
her warm breath on my mouth and face, as we kissed each other. 

The very different dimension that added to my sexual arousal was exciting to 
me. Across the room, I could hear Ann's moans, and Sister Catherine's 
squeals and panting breath as they both climbed higher and higher on the 
ladder to orgasm. 

I liked being in Joy's arms. She was warm and sweet, and very friendly, a 
fact which soothed my still-grieving, and lonely soul. 

Even if I hadn't liked what I was doing, and there was no doubt about it. I 
liked it! Even if I didn't want to do it, I think I would have engaged in 
these activities anyway, just for the solace of the companionship, my first 
in the convent school. 

Joy's little cunt moved around and around on mine. I picked up her 
movements, and copied them, and the double gyrating action of our wetly 
glued-together twats increased the hot pleasure. 

Pretty soon we were undulating furiously against each other's body, as the 
stead pressure of her wet twat on my wet twat, the combined circular motions 
that our overheated loins were making, started to bring us off. 

"Ohhh!" I moaned, grinding my muff into her wide-open muff furiously. I 
clutched at her soft neck, and the two of us slammed into each other, as our 
orgasms peaked. 

It was the best orgasm I had ever had. I supposed because of the novelty of 
the situation, and the fact that I had companionship, that I had enjoyed an 
extra-strong orgasm. 

But the same thing happened every time after that, when the club held 
meetings of this nature. 

Unfortunately, Maura's hour was up. She was most anxious to come back, 
however, to finish the story, and I was anxious to see her again, to see how 
this bizarre tale unfolded. 

I had a cancellation for two days later, and she eagerly accepted it. She 
wrote out a check for me for the session, and handed it to me. 

I had seldom met a fourteen-year-old with her aplomb! 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

Maura was eager to begin when she arrived in my office two days later. 

She sat down, and launched right into her extraordinary story. 

As I said, for the first time in my life, that afternoon, I was brought off 
my another girl. 

But I brought her off, too! And that was an added component in an ecstasy 
that was already so intense as to be virtually unendurable. 

We really went crazy on each other's body. 

After our orgasms had faded, Joy threw her arms around me, and kissed me 
soundly. I tightened my hug around her neck, loving the closeness. 

"From now on, since I'm your first, let's be special friends, huh?" she 
asked. 

I could have cried at the invitation. It was exactly what I needed at that 
moment. 

"You mean, you and I together only?" 

"Oh, no. We're too young to get that serious," Joy said, matter-of-factly. 
"And anyway, it's fun to play around. But we'll be special friends, O.K.?" 

"O.K.," I smiled. 

Sister Catherine and Ann were coming very loudly and furiously. My first 
session with Joy had really greased my cunt, and I wanted more. 

This was much better than masturbating all alone. I loved the feeling of 
Joy's soft, just blossoming body pressed against mine, her little tits 
pressed flat into my little tits. 

With a great sigh, Sister Catherine's orgasm peaked, and I could see her 
body come down in little jerking stages, until finally she sighed again, 
opened her eyes, and smiled down at Ann. 

"That was lovely, dear. You've greased me for an afternoon of fun!" 

Sister Catherine produced cookies and milk for us. While we were finishing 
off our treat, Ann and Joy, giggling, were trying to tweak each other's 
clitorises. 

The two girls squirmed and dodged, and pretty soon, they had landed in a 
heap on the carpeted floor, their limbs entwined, sensuously. 

I looked at Sister Catherine, who was smiling, first at them, and then at 
me. 

"Would you like to taste my pussy, dear?" she asked. 

I nodded. I really did want to get a close look at a grown-up pussy, and as 
I thought about it, I could feel my pussy cream beginning to flood out of my 
tiny little hole. 

Sister Catherine resumed her seat in the easy chair, and parted her slender 
white thighs. 

I knelt down in front of her, and placed my hands on her warm thigh flesh. 
It felt so good. 

As I bent in to stare at her cunt lips, and the petal-like folds of pink 
inner meat, I caught a whiff of her heady, womanly aroma. That was as 
arousing as the sight of her sitting there, with her gleaming wet cunt meat 
exposed, to do whatever I wanted to. 

I licked my lips, and looked up at Sister Catherine. She smiled and nodded 
her head encouragingly. 

Behind me, I could hear Ann and Joy grunting. I could hear wet lapping 
noises, and I assumed that they had their mouths plastered to the other's 
cunt. 

I reached in until my face was only inches away from Sister Catherine's 
cunt, and I flicked my tongue out, lapping it up against the pussy meat, 
which had been offered to me. 

Then I smacked my lips. I decided I enjoyed the taste of her juices as much 
as I enjoyed the smell of them. It was a strange, warm, slightly salty, 
slightly musky taste. 

I dived in, and began to run my mouth up and down on Sister Catherine's 
twat. I'm quite sure that my lack of expertise was compensated for by my 
enthusiasm. 

Sister Catherine groaned, and I felt her hips hump upward into my mouth. 
Occasionally, she would place her hands on both sides of my head, to guide 
my mouth to some particular area. 

That way, I discovered that she loved to have my pry my tongue into her 
dark, dripping hole and suck out the juices there. 

She also loved to have me twirl my tongue around and around in wet, sensuous 
circles, on her clitoris. 

I liked that, too. I loved the way the little love button popped out of its 
sheath. 

I loved the way it jerked when I touched it directly. I started to tease 
Sister Catherine. 

I would twirl my tongue very, very light, with a whisper-soft touch, around 
and around the flesh surrounding the clitoris, not even touching it. 

Then I would run my tongue downward, until I pried it into her hole to such' 
out more of her nectar. 

And then I would wiggle my tongue from side to side, as I traveled upward on 
her slit again, and this time I would mash my tongue heavily into her 
clitoris. 

She would always jump and cry out when I did that. 

"Oh, wonderful. What a beautiful and imaginative little wet tongue you 
have!" she exclaimed. 

That made me feel marvelous, to hear her say that, especially since this was 
the first time I had ever licked cunt. 

I was having fun, as I experimented, and I realized that Sister Catherine 
was going crazy. 

She fondled my breasts, and then ran her hands through my fine, thick hair, 
and then rested them on my slender, bare shoulders. 

My own cunt had a riot going on in it. 

It was pulsing like a tom-tom, and the furious rhythm spread through my 
whole body until I was gleaming with sweat, and moaning against Sister 
Catherine's twat, something that seemed to please Sister Catherine even 
more. That made me glad, because I was getting to like the good woman, and I 
wanted to please her very much. 

And while I was pleasing her, my own twat was sending fiery messages of 
pleasure running through my tensed, trembling body. 

I pressed my thighs together, and my grip on Sister Catherine's thighs 
became tighter. Against my sticky wet thighs, my cunt swelled to even 
greater size, bloated by the passion which had sent the blood to it. 

Even my breasts swelled with the lust which raised my temperature, and my 
blood pressure, and sent the blood boiling through my veins. 

My moans were almost ripped from my throat as the passion increased in my 
body. I started to tremble violently, and realized that Sister Catherine was 
trembling, too. I could feel the shiver in her thighs, as I lashed my tongue 
against her wet, distended pussy meat. 

It tasted so good and warm, and it smelled so nice. She had a different 
smell from me, hers was, I guess headier-stronger. I don't know what, sort 
of riper. 

And all of it went to my head, and then poured down in thick streams out of 
my cunt as my insides melted with the heat that was suffusing my body with a 
marvelous flush of passion. 

I pressed my face even closer to Sister Catherine's cunt. She was bucking 
her hips up at my mouth furiously now, and grinding her muff around and 
around on my mouth. 

My mouth and chin were dripping with her juices. Then I felt a great spurt 
of my own syrup pouring hotly out of my cunt in a frothing stream, just as 
Sister Catherine's juices spewed against my face. 

We were coming together, and just that knowledge sent me spiraling upward. 
My body bucked and jerked all over the place, while I licked and sucked on 
Sister Catherin's cunt. 

"Ohh, wonderful!" she said, her voice almost a hiss, as her humping started 
to slow down until she was rubbing her cunt against my mouth with a circular 
motion that spread her pussy lips even wider against my face. 

My own orgasm peaked, and then my hips which were' undulating back and forth 
with a motion of their own, slowed down, until I sort of collapsed in Sister 
Catherine's lap. 

She cradled my head in her lap, and stroked my hair. She laughed gutturally. 

"Are you sure that was your first time?" 

I looked up at her, licking the pussy juices from her cunt off my mouth, and 
nodded. 

"Well, you have a happy life ahead of you in this convent school, I would 
say." 

And I must say, my life is happy. Now I have lots of friends. I'm Sister 
Catherine's special pet, and Joy and I have a nice friendship. We tell each 
other everything, and make love a lot together. 

But, well, I have a problem because I'm not sure if what I'm doing is right. 
And I don't have a mother or father to go to. 

Mr. Merton is very nice but I certainly can't talk to him. And even if I had 
a mother, I don't know if I'd tell her about this. 

Would you help me straighten it out, please, Doctor? 

 CONCLUSION 

I was happy to straighten out little Maura. All she needed was a brief 
overview of sexuality. 

Of course, when women are gathered together without men, lesbian activities 
will go on. 

I assured her that they were normal, and that she seemed to be deriving some 
comfort and love from her relationships. 

I encouraged her to maintain the relationships, but not to exclude the 
possibility of men when she got older. 

She told me that she was looking forward to going out with men. 

I dismissed her with the invitation that if she had any other questions at 
all, large or small, she was welcome to come to me. 

 CASE HISTORY SEVEN 

Subject: Tania D. Age: Fourteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Tania was brought to me by her very upset mother. 

Her mother refused to say why she had brought the young girl, saying only, 
"Just ask her. Ask her to tell you what she's been up to, the perverted 
little chit!" 

As a psychiatrist, I must relay to the reader the fact that over-reaction on 
the part of parents does not help anything, and may aggravate a very minor 
problem until it becomes quite a severe one. 

At any rate, I left the fuming mother in the waiting room, tapping her foot 
on the rug, and brought the handsome little dark-haired girl into my office, 
and sat her down. 

"Now what's this all about," I asked. "Do you want to tell me?" 

I might as well, Doc. I mean, my mother's out there shitting bricks, and she 
says she's so ashamed she isn't going to even tell my father because it 
would kill him. 

She's full of shit. Dad's as healthy as I am! 

But, I don't know. Maybe what I'm doing is perverted. I just have a theory 
in life that if it feels good, you do it. 

I know that doesn't always apply, but I'm self-indulgent. I use it when I 
want to do something, and I question the morality of it. 

Like Sally. Mother sort of caught us in flagrante delicto. Yes, yes, you're 
right. 

Sally and I were in bed, naked as jay birds, and writhing around like two 
snakes in wet grass on a hot sunny day. 

I've been doing it for a long time, ever since Sister Justine. 

Maybe I should tell you about Sister Justine, since you already know why my 
mother's upset. Would that help you? 

When I got out of grade school, my mother and father decided to put me in a 
convent school, mostly because they were supposed to be such great 
institutions, good for learning and good for discipline. 

The convent school is exclusive, and most of the girls who go there are your 
typical spoiled rotten rich bitch. No, I'm not excluding myself from that 
category. I pretty much do as I please. 

Lately, however, I've begun to feel that I shouldn't be so obstreperous. You 
know, that maybe I should have a little more consideration for others. 

It's very, very nice to be rich. But I could be rich and nice and unspoiled, 
couldn't I? 

There's no reason why I should be so self-willed. Except, well, my parents 
really get on my nerves, Doctor. 

They don't do anything, except have parties, travel, go visiting, and stuff 
like that, and they're always under foot, and when they're most under my 
feet is when they're complaining that I'm most under theirs! 

I guess it's a matter of not having something really constructive to do. 

I know I'm different in the convent school than I am at home. 

In the convent school, I get up bright and early when the bell rings. And 
I'm neat. I make my bed, because they expect you to, and keep my room neat, 
and keep my books and clothes in order. 

At home, I slop everything around, because there's a phalanx of servants to 
trail after you, even catching the ashes from your cigarette. 

Well, that is a bit of an exaggeration, but not much! 

In the convent school we have to do everything. 

Actually, it's a fancy jail. You know, most of us have got into some scrape 
or are considered unmanageable by our parents, so they submit us to the 
rigorous discipline of the nuns. 

Well, the nuns discipline us all right, but their hand is, for the most 
part, soft, and frankly, I enjoy the schedule and the orderliness of it. 

And the fact that I'm needed. 

The nuns make us feed the livestock-oh, they have huge grounds, with riding 
stables, and woods, and a big lake to swim in and tennis courts-all the 
comforts of home, and some of the inconveniences I think should be in a home 
with kids, like regular hours, and no garbage good except on special 
occasions, and we have to get our chores done, and we're punished if we 
don't do them. 

The first week I was there, I was awful. That's where Sister Justine comes 
in. 

Sister Justine is a very nice woman, but she can be a holy terror when she's 
mad. And I made her mad at least once a day for the first week. As a 
matter-of-fact, on the first day, when I was shown to my room, which I 
shared with another girl-one of the things I hated. 

I mean, how was I going to masturbate in comfort, and I take delight in 
frigging myself hour after hour, when there's nothing to do. 

I dumped the suitcase on the bed, and turned to the tall, good-looking 
woman. 

"Now what?" 

I was also, I confess, being very surly. I planned to make things so hard 
for the nuns, that they would ship me back home again, which is what I 
wanted. I didn't want to be in that damned poshy school. 

"You will unpack your bag, and hang your clothes up," Sister Justine said. 

"No, I won't. I never do things like that. That's what servants are for!" 

"There are no servants here. This is a democratic institution. You will be 
expected to chip in on all chores." 

I sat down heavily on the bed. "I will like hell!" I exclaimed. 

"You will, indeed, young lady. Now unpack your bag, and hang your clothes 
up, neatly, if you please." 

I sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for her to do something. 

I really admire Sister Justine. She is equal to my temper tantrums. She 
didn't do anything. She didn't yell, or wonder out loud how I could be such 
a perverse, stubborn, self-willed little brat, the way my mother and father 
do. 

She smiled at me nicely, looked at her watch and said, "I shall be back here 
in half an hour. I would suggest that you have your clothes unpacked." 

Then she went away. For half an hour I sat, occasionally getting up to look 
out the window. 

The grounds are beautiful, and the sounds of young girls playing wafted up 
in the fall air, to my ears. I decided to go downstairs and make the 
acquaintance of my fellow prisoners, which was how I was thinking of myself. 

I went to the door to open it, and discovered that it was locked! 

I kicked it, screamed, pulled on the handle until I thought it was going to 
come off in my hand. But it stayed locked. 

Half an hour later, Sister Justine arrived promptly. 

She looked at the unpacked suitcase, and at me, by now sitting on the floor, 
exhausted from my temper tantrum. 

"Oh, what a pity," Sister Justine said, mournfully. "They are just now 
serving chocolate fudge cake and milk in the recreation room. I'm afraid you 
will have to forego the treat, since you haven't completed the chore which 
you were assigned to do. 

"Very clever, smart ass!" I said seething. 

"Tania, if your suitcase is not unpacked by suppertime, you will do without 
that, also, and go to bed hungry." 

I sighed and got up, defeated. But I was so angry over my defeat that I 
vowed revenge. 

I opened the suitcase, and took out my clothes. 

Sister Justine showed me how everything was to be hung up. I was so used to 
everyone doing everything for me, that the whole thing took much longer than 
it should have. 

I'll tell you one thing, though. When I was finished, I knew how to hang 
things up and fold them properly and put them in drawers. 

When we were finished, Sister Justine told me to come down and meet my 
school mates. 

I started getting even with her right then. 

To make a long story short, for the rest of the week, I did everything in my 
adolescent power to drive that woman crazy. 

I almost succeeded-or so I thought-until the day I really over-stepped all 
the bounds of propriety, and wound up in the dog house. 

Sister Justine was taking me down to the laundry room. I was to share the 
washing and ironing duties with three other girls for the week. They rotate 
the chores. 

Her long black gown trailed a step above her feet as she descended the 
stairs. Grinning wickedly, I put one foot on the hem of the gown. 

Sister Justine is tall, and a very fast walker. She doesn't mess around. 
There was the sound of the gown tearing. It had ripped away from the waist 
in the back entirely, before she could prevent the damage. 

She turned around shocked, gathered up the ripped folds of the gown, and 
then looked at me with fire in her eyes. 

She pointed upward. 

"To my office, young lady, immediately!" she barked. 

I was scared by that look of anger in her eyes, and I hastened to do what 
she said. I had never seen her that angry, and I wondered what kind of 
punishment she would mete out. 

Boy, was I ever surprised-and even pleased, once the shock wore off! 

I marched into the office, ahead of her, and then turned to face her as she 
glided into the room after me. 

She slammed the door shut, and locked it. That made me even more nervous. 

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked. 

"Lower your pants, young lady. You are going to be spanked!" 

I rushed for the door, trying to undo the catch which locked it. 

Sister Justine grabbed me roughly by my wrist, and swung me around. 

"Are you going to lower your pants, or shall I do it for you?" she demanded. 

Well, I started to cry. 

"The tears will do you no good. I said to drop your pants." 

Now I was really scared, because Sister Justine had gone to her desk drawer, 
and taken out this long, thick leather belt. 

I squeezed my buttocks muscles together, thinking of the pain that thing 
could inflict. 

And as I squeezed my buttocks muscles together, I felt my pussy cream 
gushing out of my cunt. 

I couldn't believe it! I was getting off on the idea of being whipped! That 
seemed a little perverted to me. 

In the meantime, I was afraid of further exciting Sister Justine's wrath, so 
I reluctantly pulled my panties down. 

"Now come over here!" the angry woman cried, as she sat down in a chair. I 
walked over to the chair, and she reached out and took my wrist in her hand. 

She yanked me over her lap. 

I started to kick and squeal immediately. The force of the fall had raised 
my skirt well over my rounded buns. 

I blushed with embarrassment, as I thought of Sister Justine's eyes on my 
private parts. 

I was also nervous about the condition of my cunt. My pussy cream was really 
pouring out of me now. I was afraid I was going to wet Sister Justine's 
skirt. 

"Yeeeooow!" I squealed as I felt the harsh kiss of the leather belt against 
my smooth, rounded ass buns. My body jerked tightly straight as a 
breath-taking pain rushed through my whole body. 

It felt as if a welt were rising where the leather had hit. 

Whooosh! The belt swung through the hair again. I heard the sharp crack of 
leather against flesh, and again I screamed out and stiffened with the 
searing hot flash of pain which sizzled through my body. 

And the awful, embarrassing, truly distressing thing about the whole 
whipping was that my cunt cream poured in frothing waves that increased as 
the pain increased. 

Suddenly the sharp, hot pain in my ass flesh combined with the sweet, dark 
pleasure which was melting in my cunt, and pouring out, blended in this 
obscene sort of melange that made my whole body shiver with delight. 

I knew that I was going to come on Sister Justine's lap! 

I tried hard. I fought against it, as she landed blow after harsh blow on my 
reddened and fiery ass. 

But passion is always stronger than my rational will. The soft little spasms 
crept up my cunt and pooled in my belly, until all my muscles were twitching 
and jerking like an epileptic's. 

I shivered and gasped as I felt the hot pleasure rise, fogging my brain, 
dulling the pain in my ass, and making the blows almost a welcome sensation. 

"Ahhh, eeeeehh!" I cried. I could feel my hips out of control, humping up 
and down on Sister Justine's lap. 

My cunt cream poured out of me in gallons. 

I was dripping with juices. 

Of course Sister Justine had to know what was happening as I jerked and 
flopped around on her lap, somewhat like a fish out of water. 

And she did notice! 

"Aha!" she exclaimed, pulling me off her lap, and looking down at the dark 
pool of wetness on her lap. 

"That is no way to be punished. But as long as you decided to get yourself 
off on it, you can get me off, too!" 

I gasped, and put my hand to my mouth, so shocked was I! A nun making an 
obscene proposal like that! 

I backed away from her as she started to walk toward me. Again she grabbed 
me. 

"Kneel down you naughty child! Kneel down this very minute, or I shall beat 
you black and blue!" 

I believed her! After the way she tarred my ass, I could believe anything of 
her! 

I knelt down in front of her. Very slowly, before my horrified eyes, she 
raised her dark skirts, higher and higher. 

 INTERVIEW TWO 

I had had to stop Tania in the middle of her story. I made an appointment 
for her for several days later. 

Again she was brought by her mother, who sat out in the waiting room, a 
picture of impatience and irritability. 

Dig that old bag! She's in an even worse mood this week than she was last 
week. 

Well, I can't help her. I've tried to talk to her, to make her see sense but 
it's no use. 

She's deaf, dumb, and blind! 

Oh, I was telling you about Sister Justine. 

Anyway, I knelt in front of her as she raised her skirts higher and higher. 
And then it came into view-her cunt. 

Sister Justine was not wearing any underpants. She had long cotton stockings 
which went up to about mid-thigh, and a black garter belt on. 

The whole sight was a fantastic turn-on. I made a mental note to get some 
garters and nylons, just to try the effect on myself. 

"Well, go on! Do unto me what you have done unto yourself, and be quick 
about it, or I shall put you in solitary for a week." 

Solitary was the worst punishment you could get. You were put in a large 
room on the same floor where the nuns' bedrooms were. And you stayed there 
for a week. You could have your books, but no radio, television-no anything. 

Oh you got your meals, all right. They didn't give you bread and water. But 
it was the most extreme punishment used in the convent. You really had to do 
something bad to warrant that kind of disciplining. 

I couldn't believe Sister Justine would make a threat like that to me. After 
all, so what? I had come in her lap while she was whipping me. It was not my 
fault. 

But she said it, and it looked as if she meant it! 

I grasped her thighs with my small, soft hands and crawled forward a little, 
so that I was about a few inches from it. 

I caught her heady, mature fragrance, as she parted her legs, revealing the 
swollen pink lips of her cunt. 

They were gleaming with her juices. 

I flicked my tongue out, and slurped in some of the syrup-didn't taste bad 
at all. 

I didn't think it would, anyway. I usually lick my fingers when I've frigged 
myself, just to taste my own juices. 

I smacked my lips, and pressed my mouth against Sister Justine's twat. She 
gasped, and swayed slightly on her feet, as I started to rub my tongue up 
and down and all over Sister Justine's delicious-tasting quim. 

Her cunt tasted like some over-ripe fruit, sweet, and slightly sour at the 
same time. 

I kept lapping and sucking on her cunt, moving my tongue up slowly until I 
felt the hard, hot protuberance of her clitty. It would jerk and wiggle as I 
flicked my tongue back and forth over it. 

My own cunt started to cream again as I thought of eating out a woman, of 
tasting her juices. Even the thought that I was her slave, and subservient 
to her against my will turned me on! 

I could feel my clitoris tingling furiously, as it sent its fiery messages 
of passion and lust running through me. 

Sister Justine was moaning gutturally, her hips undulating into my face, 
grinding around and around furiously as her passion increased. 

Her come cream splashed all over my face, as her excitement rose. She spewed 
her juices freely with her rising heat. 

My own juices were pouring hotly down my cunt, and little flickering spasms 
were running through my body, making my muscles taut with pre-orgasmic 
anticipation. 

I couldn't wait to get Sister Justine off! I even held off my own orgasm as 
it started to rise screamingly to my head. 

I wanted to feel Sister Justine coming first. Sort of a victory for me, and 
a defeat for her. I kept twirling my tongue around and around her clitoris. 

My hands tightened on her thighs as my lust grew to almost unmanageable 
heights and magnitude. 

Sister Justine started to moan, real low and guttural like. The sounds were 
driving me crazy. 

I tried to drive my whole face up into her cunt. It just felt so good, 
feeling against my face her wet, swollen lips, to smell her juices as they 
poured down her dark, tight hole. 

Suddenly she was humping back and forth furiously on my face. She came 
wildly. 

I rubbed my thighs together rapidly and felt my clitoris starting to send 
the electric signals to my cunt that got me humping just as furiously as 
Sister Justine. 

The two of us went crazy, spewing our juices out of our convulsing fuck 
holes furiously. I lapped and lashed at her twat meat furiously, as my own 
twat went crazy. 

My clitoris jerked and throbbed with wild sharp waves that rippled through 
me, causing me to quiver. 

Finally, moaning against her muff, my whole body seemed to collapse. I was 
weak and invigorated at the same time. I felt a nice afterglow. 

Sister Justine stooped down and helped me to my feet. 

"Now, go on back to your classmates, and no more nonsense." 

Well, I'd do anything for Sister Justine, anything! I cut up worse than 
ever, until she caught on, and then she wouldn't let me lick her off. 

One day, she licked me off. Wow, was that a dynamite experience. 

So, that's the story of why my mother's mad. 

Only I don't care what you think. I'm going to still do it. 

It's the best fun in the world. I really love it. I don't see why I should 
give up something I want to do just because my mother thinks there's 
something wrong with it. 

 CONCLUSION 

It was, simply, in this case, a matter of mollifying the mother of a 
patient. 

Tania's wild behavior will diminish as she gets older and learns more 
discipline. 

Her mother was a more difficult case. She was possessive, and basically 
lazy. But I finally brought her around to my way of thinking. 

Tania, I believe, is still in the convent school, and doing much better. At 
last reports, she was considered a high-spirited woman, with a growing sense 
of discipline. 

It's good to have this kind of a case, which does end on a happier note than 
when it started. 

 CASE HISTORY NINE 

Subject: Pilar S. Age: Nineteen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

A psychiatrist goes through many phases with a patient. 

Pilar, a stunning brunette, had been coming to me for about a year, with 
mental and emotional problems. 

We worked with the more pressing problems first, the ones that disturbed her 
life, and thwarted her ability to deal realistically with her life 
situation. 

And as the more severe problems were dealt with and swept away, new problems 
started to crop up. 

This is one interview of the many, which I recorded. 

I guess my feelings that I'm a lesbian, and the reason I find it so 
difficult to relate to men stems from my days in convent school. 

I went to a rather exclusive convent school, for rather wealthy and 
well-born young ladies. 

Everything was strictly by the book. The worst sin you could commit was to 
commit a breach of decorum. 

Unfortunately, I was mischievous then. 

With my roommate, a girl named Sally, I set out one night to explore the 
convent after lights out. 

The idea was to conquer our fear of the dark. Of course the convent halls 
were extremely spooky, especially some of the lower floors, with their large 
rooms filled with shadows. 

As we crept through the hall, meaning to explore the other floors, we saw a 
light filtering under a door of a room we hadn't discovered on our initial 
ramble through the bottom floor. 

I knew the room was used by one of the nuns as an office. 

We tip-toed up to the door, and heard the murmur of voices behind the door. 
I tried to press my ear to the door, and in doing so, the door swung 
partially open, as it was not pressed firmly into its latch. 

The two of us, very frightened, stepped backward, gasping. 

We were afraid of being caught, and that was sufficiently great to prevent 
our taking in and understanding right away, the scene that was unfolding 
before our very eyes. 

And then we did focus on what was happening. 

There, splayed across the desk, was a nun, her heavy dark gown bunched up 
around her waist. 

Squatting in a chair in front of us, her back to the door, was another nun, 
her veiled head between the thighs of the nun lying across the desk. 

We held our breath with shock, and heard the loud slurping noises the nun's 
tongue was making against the swollen pink lips of the other nun. 

We still couldn't recognize who they were. 

The nun on the desk started to hump upward with her hips, grinding them 
around and around on the face of the sitting nun. 

As we watched, we realized that the sitting nun had her own knees splayed 
wide open. One of her shoulders was jerking up and down rhythmically, with a 
harsh motion. 

And then we realized that only one of the nun's hands was visible, gripping 
the thigh of the nun splayed across the desk. The other hand was obviously 
in between her own thighs, pumping up and down on her own excited meat. 

I can't tell you how that scene excited me. I felt my pussy juices starting 
to exude from my cunt. I felt the fever rise. 

I watched fascinated, as the two nuns began to groan. The nun on the desk 
was humping wildly now, her buttocks slamming up and down on the surface of 
the desk. 

The head of the sitting nun bobbed up and down furiously, and her own 
buttocks started to hump up and down on the chair. Her whole body trembled 
violently. 

Sally and I stared at the scene in front of us, and then at each other. 

I could tell from the way Sally's tits jiggled on her chest with her heaving 
breath, that she was feeling the same way as I. 

I knew that I wanted to try what I had just seen with her. 

Sally's warm, dry hand reached out and took mine. 

Without another word, we turned our backs on the lurid scene we had just 
witnessed, and went up to the room we shared together, to enact our own 
Sodom. 

Once in our room, the two of us stripped swiftly. 

In the silent room, our breaths, hissing through our tightly clenched teeth, 
echoed harshly. 

We fell on my bed, which was nearest to the door, and writhed together in 
each others' arms. 

I squirmed down her body, and spread her soft little legs. I inhaled deeply 
of her sweet clean fragrance. 

I flicked my tongue out, and pressed it into her sweet soft flesh. 

She groaned and arched upward with her little soft white buttocks. I lapped 
up and down on her cunt, until she was squealing and grinding her hairless 
little muff into mine. 

I felt a strange sense of power, a wild emotion, rip through me as I bobbed 
my head up and down on her inflamed cunt. 

My face was covered with her juices, my nostrils filled with her sweet 
aroma, which got sharper, more delicious, as her heat and passion mounted. 

Then she was jerking against my mouth with harsh, strong humping motions. 
Her juices spewed wildly out of her cunt, splashing on my face, pouring down 
the gleaming crack of her ass cheeks. 

I kept licking and sucking on her until she had exhausted herself, her hips 
slamming back down on the bed violently. 

My own pussy was throbbing, quivering violently. My own desire had risen to 
such a peak that I was in a frenzy. 

I lay down for a moment, grinding my muff into the sheets of the bed, my 
head cradled on her warm odorous muff. 

"I'll do you now," she gasped, squirming down on the bed, as I lay on my 
back and spread my legs. 

Sally dived into my muff. I felt her whole mouth open, and cover my 
twitching twat flesh. 

"Ohhh!" I gasped. "Oh, that feels good." 

"Mmmmm!" Sally moaned, starting to run her tongue up and down the little 
folds of my own hairless pussy. 

My hips ground lasciviously upward, into Sally's pretty, plump face, as her 
mouth munched on my overheated muff. 

I felt the sweat pouring from my body. I had my teeth clenched against the 
searing waves of passion which rippled through me. 

I couldn't believe that it felt so good. 

I had spent a lot of time masturbating, since I had discovered my clitoris, 
but never had it felt so good when I did it to myself. 

My hips slammed up and down on the bed, as Sally ran her tongue up and down 
my twat, prying her tongue into my drooling cunt hole, and then slurping it 
wetly into her mouth. 

Her raiding tongue discovered my clitoris, and she started to flick the 
tongue back and forth, and then around and around the hard, protruding 
little love nubbin. 

"Eeeeh!" I squealed, as I felt her little teeth press into the clitoris. It 
jerked and throbbed under the pressure of her teeth. 

Wild, hot flashes of heat flickered through me. 

My body began to convulse. I felt as if I were being flung out into space, 
into a warm moist atmosphere, where colored stars flashed by. 

My cuntal muscles went mad, contracting and relaxing, propelling my thick 
heavy honey out of its secret fleshy caves. It ran in rivers down my fuck 
tunnel as I humped my hips up into Sally's face. 

Her tongue went wild, and my hips became a fierce wild humping creature, 
completely out of my rational control. 

I squealed again, feeling the sex sweat coating my body and pouring off onto 
the sheets. 

I labored in the throes of my orgasm for what felt like long, wild moments. 
My body pitched and writhed on the bed like a helpless ship in the middle of 
an angry sea. 

And I felt as if I were drowning-drowning in a sea of come. 

Finally, my orgasm peaked wildly, and I started to come down. Mixed with my 
own sensual pleasure and the sensations which were still coursing through my 
body, causing it to twitch with little pleasure waves, was the memory of the 
two nuns who were making it in that little office. 

I don't know why, but every time I'm with a woman, that's exactly what I 
think about as I'm coming. 

Maybe it was because they were always such sexless images to me and the 
corresponding shock was great. I don't know. 

But I'm fascinated with my responses to women. 

For instance, I can get off on men, and I like men. I like a big monstrous 
cock plowing through my cunt. 

But I don't feel the same way I do when I feel a woman's tongue on my twat, 
lashing it into a frothing seething mass of lustful heat. 

As I said, I have suspected for some time that I'm really a lesbian. I've 
been more or less happy that way, but now I wonder. 

I wonder if that does make me happy. 

What do you think?" 

 CONCLUSION 

Pilar was not a lesbian as she thought. 

First sexual experiences are very important for young girls, and they can be 
swayed one way or other, depending on the quality of the experience for the 
child. 

Pilar's first actual experience with sex was the powerful one of seeing two 
nuns, who to her, were supposed to be absolutely sexless, engaging in the 
most powerful physical act of communication that exists. 

And of course her best friend and roommate becomes the recipient of her 
powerful urges, which have risen to such an unbearable peak and demand 
expression in her young body. 

This does not necessarily make a woman a lesbian. Women are traditionally 
warmer and more expressive of their warmth than men. Therefore, it is more 
natural for them to seek outlets for their emotional state in physical 
expression. 

I was able after several sessions of examining the various aspects of her 
sexual life, to convince her that she was not a lesbian, and that we could 
work therapeutically toward dissolving her antipathy for men. 

 CASE HISTORY TEN 

Subject: Sasha W. Age: Seventeen 

 INTERVIEW ONE 

Sasha came to my offices during the routine course of a personality profile 
workup prior to her going to college. 

Of course, this also comprised a detailed interview with the young lady, to 
determine if her attitude were acceptable to bear up under the rigors of 
college life. 

Invariably, a psychiatrist uncovers little gems in patients, little quirks, 
or a capacity to survive intact, which more than compensates for those poor 
patients who come for therapy after years of being beaten down by some 
trauma which occurred in their early years, and which has left a profound 
impact on them. 

Sasha is a stunning, bubbly young woman, fully developed, and with a wide 
range of life experiences for one so young. As a matter-of-fact, the 
delightful young creature would have been, due to her outstanding talents 
and intellect downright insufferable to someone lesser endowed, if it were 
not for her earthy common sense, and a perfectly bawdy sense of humor. 

I cite her case, and provide the transcription of our tape-recorded 
interview for a very important reason which I shall go into in depth at the 
conclusion of her case history. 

No, I have always loved school. What I meant was, I hated Our Lady of 
Sorrows Convent School because of all the bizarre things that happened 
there. 

It was like being transported back into the Middle Ages. First of all, it 
was terribly isolated. 

I know my parents sent me there, because I had early given signs of what 
they called "great genius." Secondly, because I've had boyfriends from the 
time I was in the first grade, and they're so up-tight sexually, that when I 
started to develop physically they got very antsy, to use a phrase, meaning 
jittery. 

Anyway, Our Lady of the Sorrows Convent School does not take everybody. But 
they are not money snobs, either. They take exceptionally gifted girls, and 
they really whip them into shape. 

I'm not kidding about the whippings, either! 

And just so nobody gets any wise ideas about the other person's status in 
terms of wealth, or social position, we wear uniforms. High white Peter Pan 
collars, loose bodice so the physical charms don't show, long sleeves, and 
mid-calf length, with long dark hose-woolen in the winter, and leotard-type 
in the warmer weather. 

Yes, they did acknowledge the seasons, I'll give them that. The other things 
this order of nuns acknowledged was the power of the mind. There was no area 
of human knowledge into which they did not lead us. They also acknowledged 
the necessity for discipline. 

I swear the founder was left over from the early Spartans! Cold showers 
every morning, after a work-out in the gym. Up at five whether it were a 
school day or not-oh, and classes on Saturday until noon! 

The things of the mind .always fascinated me; but it's not my only area of 
interest, and I got put away, for lack of a better word, into this convent 
at a crucial point in my life-just when I was most interested in boys from a 
sexual standpoint. I must admit my parents may be up-tight, but their timing 
was magnificent, for them! 

The first several weeks were such a grind that I hardly had time to notice 
the passage of days or weeks; who my classmates were; what went on in the 
convent. 

You know, that secret life and those contrapuntal rhythms that every 
establishment has, and when I started to catch my breath and discovered 
those between-the-lines texts, it took my breath away, but it also opened me 
up to an area of sexuality that I might never have examined at all, much 
less indulged in. 

Like all things isolated, this little world was terribly inbred and because 
of the inbreeding, terribly corrupted. The only laws the inhabitants seemed 
to acknowledge, for the length of time they resided there, were their own 
inbred laws. 

One of the laws was intra-sexual indulgence. And when I refer to indulgence, 
I mean to the hilt! These nuns had mastered a way to curb the high spirits 
and the burgeoning sexuality of the girls which proved to be highly 
satisfactory, whUe you were in the convent, at least. 

Now that I look back on it, it seems like some kind of nightmare, 
Walpurgisnacht style. 

The way I discovered this secret life that I always look for in institutions 
with slick facades was strange in itself. 

We slept in huge dormitories, categorized by class, so that we were with our 
peers. 

Each bed had a curtain around it for privacy at night. One night I had gone 
to bed extra late, because I was researching a term paper in the library, 
which would have put to shame the biggest public libraries in the biggest 
cities. It covered three floors of a whole wing in this massive building. 

I wasn't quite asleep, when the curtains around my bed were drawn apart. I 
looked up, startled, and saw one of my classmates peering around the white 
fabric. 

She put her finger to her lip, to signal silence, and then beckoned to me. 
We all wore white uniform linen granny nightgowns, and I remember thinking 
how ghostly the two of us must have looked, as we passed noiselessly down 
the long rows of beds to the hallway. 

Then she turned to me. "Do you want to see something marvelous?" 

"How marvelous?" I asked, puzzled, but intrigued. 

"I mean not marvelous-wonderful, but marvelous-awesome!" she whispered. I 
nodded. 

She took my hand, and led me down the long hallway. We went down a labyrinth 
of stairs. I was beginning to fantasize that I was back in the days of "The 
Count of Monte Cristo," or "The Prisoner of Zenda," or any Walter Scott 
novel, take your pick! It was wonderfully exciting. 

When we arrived at the bottom of the stairs which led to the cellars, I 
could discern a narrow slit of yellow light at the far end of one of the 
corridors. It was in this direction that my classmate led me. 

We arrived at a thick oaken door-the kind you expect to read about in Gothic 
romances. It was huge, and brass-studded, with a massive old-fashioned bolt, 
which had been drawn back. 

Karen, the girl who had summoned me out of bed pushed gently on the door. It 
swung noiselessly on obviously well-cared-for hinges, and then she crouched 
down in front of me, beckoning me to peer over her head. 

What I saw took my breath away. 

It was a large stone chamber, with a massive fireplace at one end of the 
room. There were various altar-type stone platforms throughout the large 
room. 

And the room was occupied by a number of bizarrely clothed personages. I 
have to confess, I never learned the identity of any of them. 

All of them wore black hoods, with slits for the eyes, nose and mouth. They 
were nude. I saw every imaginable size and type of breast and buttocks, the 
large pendulous-type breast, and the firm, round melon-shaped kind. Some of 
the asses were high and rounded and muscular, with thighs to match. Others 
were more slender, with slender white thighs. 

Most of them were coupled in some sexual fashion. The impact of the whole 
scene, confusing because I was yet to single out the elements of the 
swirling vision in front of me which would help me make sense of it, was 
powerful and erotic. 

As I watched the swirling mass of naked flesh, I felt my pussy cream begin 
to flow. 

While I had never thought of myself as anything but hopelessly heterosexual, 
the idea of this massive meeting of flesh on feminine flesh inflamed my 
imagination in ways I never thought possible. 

I gasped again as I felt a very firm hand on my shoulder. Karen rose, too, 
when she turned curiously at the sound of my hissing breath, to find another 
hand clapped on her shoulder. 

We were propelled into the room. Much, but not all of the action ceased. One 
very tall woman, beautifully endowed with incredibly white flesh stepped 
forward. 

"You have chosen to be curious about our secret rites. Now suffer the 
consequences of your curiosity. You will join us." 

Two black-hooded women stepped forward, and removed our white gowns, leaving 
us naked to the gaze of other women. I noticed that some of the hooded 
figures were young, I assumed correctly that they were classmates. 

The woman who had passed such a summary sentence on me and my prying 
companion, waved us toward one of the blocks, where .we were taken, 
unprotesting and in slight shock. We were spread-eagled on one block, side 
by side, and manacled to it. 

It happened so fast, that the effect was almost dream-like. But the 
dream-like state rapidly became one of very fleshy awareness. 

Two hooded women came over to where we were bound, and stood looking down at 
us. 

"Gorgeous young creatures!" the taller one exclaimed, reaching out and 
running her hand up and down my thigh. 

There was a low answering laugh from her companion, who had her fingers 
almost immediately in contact with the little pink inner lips of Karen. 

I heard Karen gasp, saw her body stiffen. The woman who was standing at my 
feet bent down. I felt her soft hands running up my inner thigh. Then I felt 
her fingers prying open the virginal cleft of my twat. 

My cream really started to pour at her touch, which was fantastic. From the 
way Karen was moaning beside me, I gathered that she wasn't protesting too 
vehemently to this libidinous use of us. 

The hooded face came within "inches of my pussy, and then the woman raised 
her hood, draping it on top of my fuzzy little mound, her face still hidden. 

I felt her moist hot breath blowing against the downy blonde fuzz on my 
cunt, ruffling the hairs, felt the hot moisture adding to the gleaming 
moisture which had already formed on my ever-ready cunt lips. 

"Two more for the initiates!" I heard the older woman who had given us our 
sentence intone. 

My vision became blocked within a few seconds, by a very plump, hairy 
red-furred twat and two thighs which straddled my face. 

My heart was really beating now. I did understand what was expected of me. I 
was no dummy. 

And while I had some doubts about how palatable a cunt would be against my 
mouth, I had no doubts about how pleasurable another mouth was against my 
dripping twat. 

The hooded woman at my furry triangle now had her tongue plastered against 
my swollen pussy lips. I felt my body stiffen in the manacles, but not with 
revulsion. It was sheer pleasure, the most intense kind I have ever felt 
that had caused my muscles to contract, my nerve endings to jangle with a 
lustful tune that demanded a climactic coda. 

My blood boiled in my veins. I closed my eyes, as the red-furred twat 
started to descend to within licking distance of my mouth. 

I blew on it, and heard someone moan. The tongue at my crotch was now 
licking up and down wetly, seeming to know just what areas pleased me the 
most. The tip of the tongue circled my inflamed clitoris greedily. And then 
I felt the wet contact of the red-haired pussy against my mouth. 

The woman at my face started to rock back and forth, rubbing her swollen wet 
lips back and forth over my mouth. 

Gingerly, I tasted her come cream. It was a strange, heady flavor. The heat 
from her twat was incredible, and with each' gush of her cream came the 
musky aroma of her womanly odor. 

My hips went out of my rational control. I was bucking up into the marvelous 
mouth which was munching on my inflamed pussy, and as my excitement grew, so 
did the frenzy with which I licked on the hooded nun's cunt. 

I tried to mimic the movements of the tongue on my twat, matching the 
strokes on my twat with the lashing rhythm of my own tongue on the 
red-haired twat. 

I started to moan, as my passion mounted. My heart hammered in my chest. 
Against my mouth and nose, the twat covering my face rocked back and forth, 
the motions becoming more and more frenzied. 

I abandoned myself to the delicious delirium which rolled over me. My body 
convulsed furiously. I started to swallow a veritable rain of pussy juices 
which flowed from the cunt I was licking. 

I could feel the tongue at my twat sucking up the juices which poured 
prolifically from my own cunt. 

And then I felt one of the most powerful orgasms I had ever experienced in 
my life start to ripple through me. I felt the convulsions start in my 
clitoris, and spread hotly through my virginal fuck tunnel. 

Soon the fiery pleasure flowed through my whole body. I bit on the clitoris 
which I discovered with my tongue, and the hooded nun sitting on my face 
began to climax, too. 

Beside me I could hear the muffled cries and moans of Karen, and whoever she 
was servicing, as they started to writhe in the throes of their own orgasm. 

It was possibly the most abandoned, hedonistic thing I have ever experienced 
in my life. 

My orgasm was prolonged, and violent, wave after wave of convulsive pleasure 
shooting through me. Finally, I relaxed, exhausted, and pleasantly spent. 

To make a long story short, Karen and I were released, and ordered to return 
the next night. 

After that, we, too, found ourselves hooded and participating actively in 
the sexual rites that went on in that room every night. When curious little 
girls came upon the scene, they, too, were sworn to secrecy most 
effectively: by being made active, willing participants. 

I spent four years living like that. Much as I enjoyed it, I'm glad it's 
finished. I think I'm slightly retarded sexually, since I still haven't had 
my cherry popped. 

And that's my first object when I go to college to find a nice boy who will 
do that service for me. 

 CONCLUSION 

I cite this case as an outstanding example of how something potentially 
traumatic, like a sexual orgy to someone sexually uninitiated, can be turned 
to the person's benefit. 

Sasha is an outstandingly healthy young woman, physically as well as 
emotionally. Her manner of coping is exceptional. 

In pathological cases, we have to deal with the archaic wounds whieh fester 
in the person's mind and makes him incapable of coping with any reality. 

In a case like Sasha's, there are no insurmountable problems, since she 
accepts life as it is, and makes the most of it. 

This case has an interesting conclusion. Approximately a year and a half 
after I had interviewed young Sasha, she showed up in my office again-this 
time brought by her irate mother, who had remembered me as the psychiatrist 
who had administered her tests. 

Sasha's mother was highly irate, and I watched the delectable little 
creature, who had developed into a real eye-catching beauty, hold her peace 
while her mother ranted in virtually incoherent terms, about some 
"depravity" in her life. 

I ushered the mother into the waiting room, and assured her that I would get 
to the bottom of it. When I returned to my inner office, Sasha was, as I had 
suspected, laughing silently but heartily, tears streaming out of her 
twinkling eyes. 

I asked her if her mother had got wind of her sexual activities in the 
convent school. Sasha shook her head. 

No, Doctor, that is not why my mother is so beside herself. She disocvered 
that I was going out with a guy who's supposed to be the worst boy in the 
college I'm going to! 

His name is Jim, and he's just wonderful. He's the guy who popped my cherry, 
only it hasn't been a one-night stand at all. As a matter-of-fact, I think 
we might be getting rather serious about each other, although we've both 
agreed to cool it until we get our degrees. 

Oh, we'll still see each other, but we'll date other people, too. 

Jim doesn't really deserve his reputation. He's tall and blond and very, 
very sexy, which accounts for some of the titillating gossip. 

I met him when I was a sophomore. I spent all of my freshman year dying to 
get my cherry popped, but none of the boys interested me, really. 

I did have a couple of sessions with some real super girls whom I met, who 
are as normal as I am. 

Finally I met Jim, in a library. Most people don't think varsity guys are 
intellectual. Well, he had his six-feet-four frame sprawled on a large 
chair, and his very handsome face was buried in Ovid! In the original Latin, 
yet! 

This excited me. I had seen him on the swimming team, and at track meets, 
and I had been told how sexy he was, and it had been hinted that he was a 
good person to steer clear of, if you were a good girl. 

I'm getting so sick of that nonsense! 

I walked up to him. "I understand that you are a very sexy man and that no 
decent, self-respecting woman should be caught dead with you." 

He looked up, surprised. I winked. 

"But then," I purred, "I would much rather be caught alive with you!" 

He laughed out loud, and both of us rated a sibilant "Shhhhhh!" from the 
librarian. 

He invited me out for a cup of coffee, and the cup of coffee let to my 
defloration! And he was marvelous in bed. 

"No wonder every one, meaning all the girls say to steer clear of you!" I 
murmured, naked and in a man's arms for the first time in my life. "They all 
want to keep you to themselves, so they scare off the other girls!" 

Jim just laughed and kissed me, and we fucked all night long. 

My mother's furious because one of my classmates, who had had her eye on Jim 
for a long time, saw me leaving his apartment at seven-thirty in the morning 
with him. 

Her mother is my mother's best friend, and she told her mother! You can take 
it from there. But don't worry, Doctor, I can handle my mother. All storms 
blow themselves out eventually. 

 GENERAL CONCLUSION 

As you can see from these case histories, the first sexual experiences of 
children in convent schools can be quite profound in their impact upon their 
lives. 

It is common to seek alternative outlets, when a human being is deprived of 
the opposite sex. 

And that is true in these case histories. 

The fact that adult nuns would also become involved with their children is 
undisputable, almost inevitable. 

They, too, are human, and there is something irresistibly desirable about a 
young pre-pubescent teenager. 

There again, the sexual involvement may express a more profound emotional 
commitment. 

In Louise's case, the emotion expressed is camaraderie, an attempt to allay 
her sense of rejection caused by her parents' unwillingness to give to her 
and be supportive emotionally. 

In Maidie's case of course there was the need to manipulate a very punitive 
nun. Maidie desperately needed love, which she had never had. Raised to 
think of herself as an object, any attention at all, even the most 
repressive and punitive, was bound to make her respond. 

Nora was expressing part of her basic, warm, outgoing, very generous nature. 
In her case, the contact bridged the gap between her and the adult 
generation, which had never been able to properly cope with the bright young 
creature. 

For Sandy, the sexual contact proved to be a sublimation of her hostility 
and her insecurity. Sandy is a classic case of the self-fulfilling prophecy. 
Whatever you think of another, that he will become to live up or down to 
your expectations. Sandy is always a difficult case to treat in therapy. 

Tish's sexual contact was casual, and not taken seriously. Casual sexual 
contact happens frequently. The person who is healthy does not let it affect 
him or her in such a way that it alters life patterns into distorted areas. 

Maura's sexual contact was primarily curiosity. Starved to learn about 
herself, to put her own sexual impulses into some rational framework with 
which she could deal, the clever, and aggressive young creature resolved 
many problems and questions in this manner. 

Tania is a case of nymphomania. She is highly-sexed, and is apt, without 
therapy, to become involved in disastrous liaisons, just for the purpose of 
satisfying her insatiable pussy. 

And of course Pilar's sexual behavior was caused by early conditioning 

The statistics from the few private reports we have on sexual activity in 
private girls' schools, indicates that fully 80 per cent of those living in 
the school indulge in some form of sexual activity of a lesbian nature. 

Therefore, it should be understood that far from being an aberration, the 
very preponderance of those who engage in lesbian love indicates that it is 
a perfectly normal phenomenon. 


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