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The Former Nun
"You can't stay here darling," the middle aged woman said with extreme
sadness in her voice as she stood behind the screen door, looking at her
daughter on the front porch. "Your Daddy doesn't even want to hear your
name."
"But I haven't done anything wrong, Mama," Mary Kathleen bawled and
kicked at the cheap suitcase next to her in total frustration.
"When you left the convent, your Father declared that he no longer had a
daughter. He then sat in his study for two days straight. He wouldn't
even talk to me. He's a broken man, because of you, Mary, and I must
admit that I feel some bitterness too, although I still love you."
"Mama, I had to leave! I was living a lie."
"Mary Kathleen," the woman said sternly, "you were a bride of Christ,
and you walked away from that marriage as if it were something trivial
The young woman stood on the porch and cried convulsively.
"Talk to Mr. Petersen at the bank. I've arranged for you to have some
money to tide you over." And with those words her mother closed the
door to the house where Mary had been raised, which she had always
remembered with a loving warmth and sweet nostalgia.
The distraught young woman, twenty six years old, picked up her slight
suitcase and retreated down the porch stairs upon which she had so often
sat on hot Summer evenings, when she was younger. She was no longer
crying, when she reached the sidewalk, but her eyes were puffy and her
cheeks still damp.
It was late afternoon on a Saturday and the bank was closed. Mary
Kathleen had just twenty two dollars in her purse. She was a
resourceful woman, however, and she understood that she had several
options to extract herself from her immediate predicament. She walked
down the street three blocks to a small house, where her best friend
from high school lived with her husband and child.
"Mary Kathleen!" her friend Nora squealed, when she opened the door and
saw her old buddy on the porch. "Come in," Nora said eagerly, standing
aside as Mary entered the house.
"I'm in trouble, Nora. Daddy has thrown me out," the unhappy woman said
as she sat down on the couch, her suitcase next to her. Her blouse was
buttoned to the top, and her skirt was unstylishly long.
"Sweetie," Nora exclaimed, sitting next to her friend, taking the
unhappy woman into her arms. "The whole neighborhood has been talking
about this for days. It's almost like a scandal and people have been
taking sides. Father Dugan said some mean words after mass last
Sunday."
"What am I going to do, Nora?" Mary Kathleen cried on the shoulder of
her old friend.
"I wish I could help, Sweetie, but Sam and I don't have much, and the
baby's been sick."
"No, Nora. I didn't want anything from you or your family. I just
wanted to see you again, to rest for a moment and maybe get some advice.
"The best advice I have to offer, Mary, is for you to go back to school
and get your degree."
"Yes, of course, but first I need a place to stay for the weekend, until
the bank opens on Monday. I know that you don't have any room for me
here. I was thinking of going over to Julie's house."
"Do you think that's wise? Your cousin Julie has a 'thing' about you,
you know, ever since junior high, and besides she's now living with a
rather stern looking older woman."
"But she has such a large house. I know that she could let me have a
room for just a couple of nights."
"The question is, Sweetie, will you have the room to yourself?" Nora
suddenly blushed at her words. "I'm sorry, Mary, I shouldn't have talked
like that to you."
"I'm not a nun anymore, Nori," the woman replied glumly.
* * *
"Mary Kathleen!" Julie exclaimed, coming out of the house and embracing
her cousin on the porch. "I've heard that they let you out."
"I wasn't in prison, Julie," Mary replied a bit tersely.
"Weren't you?" Julie answered with a cock of her eyebrow. "Of course
you're going to stay here with us until you get settled."
"I was hoping for that, because I don't have anywhere else to go and,
besides, I'm broke. Daddy has thrown me out."
"Yes, I'm not surprised. Uncle Al is so Catholic."
"He's disowned me," Mary whimpered.
"Well, I haven't, darling. You know that I've always loved you," Julie
said, picking up Mary's suitcase and leading her into the large house.
"Well, who is this pretty?" Mary heard an alto voice speak. She looked
up and saw a tall woman of about forty standing in the shadows near the
main staircase.
"Agnes, this is my cousin Mary Kathleen who has come to live with us ."
"I only need to stay the weekend, Julie, just until the bank opens on
Monday," Mary said hurriedly, staring at the tall, older woman, who
beamed an evil grin down at her.
"Mary! I'm sure that you'll need to stay longer than that. I insist."
Julie stated emphatically.
"Yes," Agnes agreed. "Julie has told me all about you. I'm sure it
will take days for you to tell us how it was, living in a convent."
"I can tell you in one word: boredom."
"You mean," Agnes persisted, "that it's not like in the 'days of old'
when healthy, vibrant girls were sent off to live together away from
men."
"No," Mary replied sternly, understanding the woman's meaning and
greatly resenting it. "The nuns there are all deeply religious."
"And you aren't?"
"No, I suppose not. Not now."
"Well," Agnes announced with a broad smile. "The three of us then have
a lot in common."
"I'm not so sure about that," Mary responded firmly, looking the older
woman in the face defiantly.
Despite her somewhat unfriendly words, Mary was intrigued by the woman
whose head loomed inches above hers. Agnes could only be described as
handsome, Mary observed. There was certainly no prettiness about her,
but still she had a great physical attractiveness of a distinctly
feminine sort. Her breasts pushed powerfully at her conservative
jacket. Mature, slender calves extended from the hem of her skirt. If
she was a dyke, Mary concluded, she did not dress the part.
"Mary, you can have my old bedroom, you know the one. Agnes and I share
Mommy's room," Julie said with a provocative look at her cousin, who was
eight years her junior.
There were to be no secrets, Mary Kathleen understood at once, and she
wondered how she would manage to keep the two of them away from her.
Agnes stared at the smallish young woman, who had a cute, almost boyish
face, and short cropped brown hair. She seemed to have no breasts
beneath her chastely buttoned blouse. Agnes was particularly attracted
to androgynous girls, although she had never had one. She understood,
however reluctantly, that Mary Kathleen was not of the proper bent, that
the young woman had no lesbian tendencies.
Julie thought differently. She had once bedded the girl, when Mary was
a scrawny fourteen year old who was eager to learn about sex but who was
afraid of boys. Mary had been very hesitant in bed and reluctant to
experiment very much, but they had both achieved orgasms, although the
young girl remained almost passive throughout the sexual experience.
"Come, let's get you settled," Agnes announced, leaning down to take
hold of Mary's suitcase.
"Yes, Mary, go freshen up," July said brightly. "We'll have supper in an
hour."
Mary Kathleen followed Agnes up the stairs with a sense of foreboding.
She resolved not to get involved with the two older women, although she
felt defenseless and vulnerable.
"So here's Julie's old room. Just look at all those stuffed animals!"
"Yes, I remember them well," Mary murmured, recalling that time, twelve
years before, when she had experienced sin for the first time on her
cousin's bed. Since then her sins had been committed in private, by
herself.
"I would like to know you better, Mary," Agnes said in a quiet voice as
she placed the suitcase next to the bed.
"You're a stranger to me, Agnes. Please, I'm not being unfriendly, but
we really haven't that much in common."
"I know, Sweetie. I know," Agnes replied wistfully, palming gently the
left cheek of the young woman. "But can't we still be friends?"
"Yes," Mary answered, suddenly struck by the woman's sincerity, "I'd
like that."
* * *
Julie had prepared a simple dinner that seemed so much grander than it
was, spread on the long oak table at which the three of them sat in the
wainscotted dinning room. Mary looked across at her pretty, blond
cousin whose tidy breasts she had once licked upon so sinfully years
before. Mary wondered about sex, even though she tried to keep it from
her mind.
"You're a virgin, aren't you, Mary Kathleen?" Agnes stated the obvious,
causing the young woman to blush deeply.
"Of course she is," Julie responded with a grin. "She never let a boy
touch her."
"Really!" Mary exploded. "This is none of your business."
"I know it isn't," Agnes cooed at the angry young women who seemed about
to leave the table without finishing her salad. "But sex is part of
your future. We could teach you something about it."
"I'm not a lesbian," Mary replied heatedly.
"We know that, darling. But Julie and I aren't virgins. We know about
men and we could teach you how to treat them, how to enjoy them, how to
please them, how to avoid them."
"Julie, Agnes," Mary addressed the two women sternly. "When I do it,
and I shall, I want to be totally ignorant. I want a man to teach me,
someone who is loving, patient and understanding."
"You're dreaming a fantasy, girl," Agnes said curtly, a sour look on her
face.
"Not necessarily," Julie responded with sudden enthusiasm. "I know a guy
who could be so sweet."
"Who's that?" Agnes challenged.
"Jack Parsons."
"Jack Parsons is a queer!" Agnes exclaimed in derision.
"Not entirely," Julie replied with a shy glance at her lover.
"You've had him?" Agnes gasped in astonishment. "that baby faced
homo?"
"He's very gentle, Agnes, and he's not at all selfish."
"I cannot imagine him having much of a cock," Agnes replied crudely.
"He's such a twerp."
"I think that he would be just the right size for little Mary."
"I don't want to hear this!" Mary Kathleen shouted at the two twittering
women. "I can do without your castoff lovers. I would like to have a
virgin man, someone who is not preoccupied with sex, a guy who can do it
with me somehow magically."
"God, you are a romantic, Mary Kathleen," Agnes exploded. "It seems
that sex is more important to you than it is to Julie and me. We just
take it as one of life's pleasures, while you are expecting some god
from the Greek pantheon to descend and carry you away."
"It's not like that," Mary responded weakly, not really knowing what she
wanted.
"We could introduce Mary to Father Gabriel," Julie suggested
cautiously. "He's a needy virgin man, although he's over fifty."
"You mean that priest who got defrocked for heresy?"
"Yes, Agnes. He's the one. I went to confession with him, when I was a
girl, and he was always so sweet. He never made me say more than ten
Hail Mary's, even when I told him that I let cousin Frank take my
cherry."
"You did it with Frankie?" Mary exclaimed in astonishment. "He's more
my age than yours."
"He was a very precocious boy, Mary, and I found him to be so pretty."
"So let's invite Father Gabe to dinner," Agnes suggested with a smirk,
leering at Mary.
"Stop it, you two! I don't want you to 'fix me up' with anybody. I'll
find my own guy. "I'm sorry," Mary apologized, "but I need to go to
sleep. It's been a long, nasty day for me."
"Sure, Sweetie," Agnes said in a caressing voice. "Do you want me to
tuck you in?"
"No, no, thank you," Mary replied stiffly as she got up from the table.
* * *
That night Mary Kathleen lay in bed, incapable of sleep, her mind too
alert, too awake with unfamiliar thoughts of sex. She heard sounds
coming from the master bedroom, groans and cries of ecstasy. She rubbed
her body with her hands beneath her pajamas until she let herself finger
that special place which she had not visited in over a year. Eventually
she whimpered in extreme pleasure, just as she heard Julie's voice shout
with disturbing loudness.
In the middle of the night Mary awoke, when she felt a body climb onto
her bed and cuddle to her. She pretended, childishly, to remain asleep
as Agnes - obviously she, considering the size of the intruder - kissed
and licked her face.
"Mary, darling, I know that you're not asleep. I desperately want you to
kiss me back."
"I won't!" Mary objected firmly, pushing at Agnes, her face half covered
by a pillow. "Please go away! I don't want you to touch me!"
"Darling, I only want to give you pleasure," Agnes cooed seductively.
"Go away, you old woman!" Mary screamed and kicked Agnes from the bed
and onto the floor, where the woman thumped heavily and emitted a yowl.
Mary Kathleen was again alone, after Agnes scurried from the room
moaning. The former nun whimpered in self pity, desperately wanting the
weekend to be over.
Julie then barged into the bedroom, turning on the ceiling light,
blinding the younger woman for moment in its glare.
"Mary Kathleen! That was very nasty of you. Agnes has bruised her arm
badly, although, thank God, it's not broken."
"She climbed into my bed, Julie, while I was asleep, and she touched me
as though we were, you know, familiar."
"Well, darling," Julie responded in a reasonable voice, sitting on the
edge of the bed, "you did not have to react so violently. You could
have just said no."
"I'm saying no, Julie," Mary retorted heatedly, "and you tell your
friend that."
"I'll tell her, darling," Julie purred and laid herself upon the bed
next to Mary, who again became very nervous.
"Do you remember, years ago, when I gave you pleasure on this very
bed.?" Julie whispered into the young woman's ear, reaching an arm over
and bringing Mary to her in an embrace.
"I was very young then and curious."
"But do you remember the pleasure? I recall the noises you made, small,
yet intense. Was that your first orgasm, Mary? Do you want to feel it
again?"
Mary Kathleen understood that she was the object of an artful seduction,
but she would not kick her cousin Julie off the bed. She lay passively
on her back. She allowed Julie to kiss her, to touch her all over, to
take off her pajamas and lick on her flesh. Julie was so gentle with
her, so loving. Mary Kathleen shivered, when she felt a tongue on her
upper thigh. She surrendered herself to her cousin, relaxed her legs
and spread them to accommodate the woman's head. She arched her neck on
the soft pillow, when she first felt a wet tongue on that magic spot.
It was sinful, she knew, but she gave herself totally to the pleasure
and cried out loudly, when it overwhelmed her in a monstrous shock.
'You liked that, darling. I know that you liked that," Julie panted
into Mary's face as she rubbed her groin desperately against the younger
woman's knee. "Oh, God, Mary Kathleen! Oh God!" she exclaimed as she
shuddered violently in orgasm.
* * *
"Agnes left early this morning. She just packed up and went away, and
all because of you."
"It's not my fault, Julie. It's not!"
"Well, whose fault it it then?" Julie almost screamed at her cousin, who
slumped at the kitchen table in her pajamas, totally deflated.
"Should I feel guilty, because I didn't want her, because her touch
revolted me?"
"You drove my lover away!" Julie shouted loudly, not hearing her
cousin's objections. "You're nothing but trouble!"
"Julie, I'm sorry. I'm just not that kind of person. I can let you
'touch' me, but not a woman like Agnes, a total stranger."
"I could endure the loss of Agnes easier, Mary Kathleen, if you would
replace her as my lover, if you could bring yourself to 'touch' me the
way I did you last night."
"I can't do that, Julie. I'm not a lesbian, nor do I want to be one."
"You did it once, Mary. Don't you remember giving me that pleasure years
ago?"
"I rubbed you with my finger, nothing more. As I understood it, I was
just scratching one of your itches."
"How can you be so heartless? I remember it as a love making."
'No, Julie. I enjoyed it, but it was just an experiment.
"Then why in the Hell didn't you stay in your fucking nunnery?" Julie
screamed. "Did you show up at my door just to give me pain?"
"Julie, I'm very sorry that I hurt you, because I do love you. I don't
have much to pack. I'll be out of your life in ten minutes."
"No! No! No!" Julie cried out convulsively. "I don't want you to go.
Live with me. Have a male lover, if you want. I just don't want you to
leave me."
Julie fell to her knees in front of Mary Kathleen, embraced her hips and
buried her face in the young woman's lap. Mary stroked her cousin's
lovely, blond head with her hand, consoling the distraught woman. She
felt very much at peace, being this close, this intimate with a person
she truly loved, but she worried about the future.
Part Two
Julie's large house was not crowded by the more than two dozen guests,
her friends and acquaintances who had wandered in over the course of an
hour to attend a party. Mary Kathleen knew only a couple of them, two
of her cousins, who stopped briefly to say hello to the former nun, but
who did not stay for a conversation. Mary felt very much out of place
at the party, and she found a window niche in the library, away from
most people, where she sipped a glass of orange juice.
"Hello," said a voice from behind her. "You must be Julie's cousin Mary
Kathleen."
Mary turned quickly and looked into the face of a short, good looking
man whose temples were tinged with a bit of gray. He had a smooth,
youthful appearance, although she realized that he must be in his mid or
late thirties, like most of the people at the party.
"My name is Jack Parsons," he introduced himself with a lovely baritone
voice.
"Yes, yes, I'm Mary," the young woman stuttered.
"I understand that you have been away for a number of years and have
just returned," Jack said with an easy grace, not mentioning the
convent.
Mary was at a loss for words; she had never been very good at chit chat,
especially with a stranger.
"Yes. It's good be home," she lied.
"Julie says that you intend to return to school in the Autumn. Have you
settled on a major?"
Mary remembered what Agnes had called this man a few weeks before, "a
baby faced homo". The description did not fit, she concluded.
"My major? I was an English major as a freshman, before I, ah, left
school."
"Well, Mary Kathleen, you won't have any difficulty melting in with your
fellow sophomores next semester. You are very young looking, not, of
course, that you are actually an older person, like I am."
"You don't appear to be very old, Mr. Parsons," Mary replied, taking the
bait.
"The fact that you feel compelled to address me as Mr. Parsons ages me
beyond my years. Please, call me Jack, and I will feel young again."
Jack looked at the small woman who dressed so severely, like a nun in
mufti. She could easily pass for a boy, if she wore the right attire,
he thought with a twinge of excitement.
"I'll call you Jack, if you like," Mary said, struggling to sound gay.
"I would not care to be the cause of your premature senescence.
"That is so gracious and considerate of you, Mary Kathleen. Already I
feel rejuvenated."
"What do you do, Jack?" Mary asked, needing to make conversation.
"Pediatric cardiology," he replied with just a hint of smugness.
"Oh, you're a doctor," Mary said, looking at Jack's hands, at his
fingers, which were long and a bit thick. She almost blushed at a
naughty thought that suddenly invaded her mind. "Now that you mention
it, you look like a doctor. Are you aware that some people have an
appearance that matches their profession?"
"No, I have not noticed that. But I have observed that people seem to
take jobs that are consistent with their temperament."
"I took on something that I was not suited for," Mary said in a rush.
"Yes, I know, Mary. But now you are away from it and you can start
over."
Mary then looked intently into the man's face, and he did not flinch.
Who was he, she wondered? He had made love to Julie, at least once, yet
he was a known homosexual.
"Jack, are you gay?" Mary heard herself ask.
The man smiled grandly at the young woman's boldness. "Mary, I was once
a flamboyant queer, but I only preferred young guys, boyish men with
slight, hairless bodies. There came a time, however, when I couldn't
attract them anymore, because I had gotten too old. So I gave it up."
"Do you regret it? Giving it up?" Mary could not imagine how she had
gotten herself into such a conversation.
"I have a lot of sweet memories, Mary, but I live in the present. I date
women now."
"Yes, Julie has told me."
"Are you jealous?'
"I'm not a lesbian, Jack," Mary replied, flustered at the direction the
conversation was taking.
"I didn't know that, Mary. In fact I thought otherwise."
Mary couldn't think of anything to say. She looked off to the right,
out the window, and watched for a moment children playing on the
sidewalk. She then felt a hand on her upper arm.
"I'm very sorry, Mary. I didn't mean to embarrass you."
"Jack, I don't know about . . . 'things' . . . You understand that I'm
just out of a convent."
"Yes, Julie told me. Please, I'm sorry if I made you feel
uncomfortable."
"You needn't apologize. You did nothing wrong."
Mary Kathleen liked the guy, liked him very much. She wondered, though,
whether it was right, feeling this way about the first man she had met
since her freedom, and after just a five minute conversation.
* * *
"Julie, do you think that a woman can be too eager?"
"I'm always eager, darling, so I can't be a judge of that."
The guests had left and the house was cluttered with the debris of a
finished party.
"I mean is it right for me to fall for the first guy I meet."
"You're just horny, sweetie. You didn't fall for the guy. You want
him to do you, however sinful you may feel that is."
"It is sinful, Julie, to want what I feel. I need to get married to a
good man who is a virgin or who hasn't messed around too much."
"Mary Kathleen! At your age you will have a choice of such guys, each of
them either a dork, a geek or a loser. Or maybe you'll find a sweet
young boy in you sophomore classes."
"You needn't be so cruel, Julie."
"Mary, I'm sorry, but you have been away from the real world for too
long. Get married to a nice guy, if you like, but don't expect to find
the perfect man who is also a virgin."
"I really like Jack Parsons."
"I do to, Mary. That's why I go to bed with him every once and awhile.
He's very sweet and gentle."
"It would be sinful, if I let him do me.
"Yes, I'm sure that it would be, but that's the advantage of being a
Catholic. Let him do you, Mary, enjoy it for a weekend, and then you
can go to confession."
"Do you think he will hurt me?" the young woman asked in a tremulous
voice.
"Darling," Julie said with a smile, embracing her cousin "there will be
a sting, like a bad cut, the first time. Even Jack, as sweet as he is,
can't avoid giving you a little discomfort."
"I think that I'll do it," Mary Kathleen stated in sudden determination,
excitement brightening her face. "But, do you think that Jack wants
me?"
"Dearest! The man is wild for you. He told me so. If you get yourself
dressed up as a pretty boy, which is so easy for you, Jack Parsons will
fall all over you."
"Julie . . . ?"
"Yes, sweetie."
"I'm, you know, a bit excited. Will you sleep with me tonight?"
"Yes, of course darling, I'll pleasure you, but it's been so frustrating
to have you lie passively on your back, when I lick on you. It's really
not fair."
"I'll respond tonight, Julie. I'll make love to you, because I have to
learn how to do it. And then you can teach me about Jack, about how I
can please him."
* * *
The two women did not get much sleep that night. Mary discovered that
she relished the musky taste and smell of her cousin, and she
particularly enjoyed the power of sending Julie completely out of
control. She did not think that she was a lesbian, however much she
enjoyed being pleasured by Julie and giving her cousin ecstasy in
return.
* * *
Julie and Mary Kathleen returned from the hairdresser where Mary had her
hair cut like that of a boy.
"I've got some special clothes for you, dearest, an outfit that Jack
will go wild over."
"What is this?" Mary inquired in some amusement, holding the garment up
by her fingers.
"Lederhosen, darling, leather shorts that boys in Bavaria wear. And
here's a white shirt with short sleeves to go with it."
"They're so skimpy. Will I look like a boy?"
"Oh, yes, sweetie. You have no hips and your limbs could be equally male
or female. You'll look like a fifteen year old, especially when you put
on those clunky shoes and short socks."
'I'm going to be a boy," Mary exclaimed in delight.
"Yes, darling, and you must behave like a boy, when Jack moves on you.
Keep the illusion alive. Make it real for him, although, of course, he
knows that you're a woman. When he undresses you, then you can become a
horny female. But remember to suck on his cock while you're still in
your boy mode.
"Suck on his cock!"
"Sure. He'll love to have a pretty boy suck on him again after all
these years. He's clean, Mary. You needn't worry."
"Still, it sounds disgusting."
"You did me last night, sweetie, and I was wet and smelly. The only
scent you will detect on Jack is that of soap. I know. And his cock
doesn't drool much. Don't worry. He won't come in your mouth unless
you tell him too. He's a real gentleman. Now go upstairs and put on
these clothes. We'll have a dress rehearsal."
In the master bedroom, which Mary then shared with Julie, the young
woman put on the curious attire. She was shocked, when she inspected
herself in the long mirror on the closet door. She did look like a boy,
a very pretty boy. Mary lingered at the mirror, relishing the sight,
because she looked more lovely as a boy than she did as a girl.
Mary descended the stairs trying to move as a male.
"Oh, my, oh, my, "Julie exclaimed. "Oh, pretty, if you only had a
penis!"
Julie grasped her cousin in great excitement. "I want to play this game
too! Could you kiss me like a virgin boy trying to make out?"
Mary giggled like a girl, breaking the spell. "I look just like a boy,
don't I?"
"Oh, darling, you're turning me into a pervert," Julie gasped, staring
at the young woman's magnificent, slender thighs, so boyish and girlish
at the same time. She had often sucked gently on Mary's tiny breasts,
but they were not apparent beneath the starched fabric of the white
shirt. The young woman's face, just attractive as a girl's, was
stunning as a boy's, so fresh, smooth and beardless.
"Will Jack be over soon?" Mary asked impatiently.
"Too soon, darling. I would love to play with you, but we don't have
the time."
* * *
Jack Parsons stood dumbstruck in Julie's living room, staring at the
most beautiful boy he had ever seen, the sort of boy he had always
dreamed about.
"Hi Jack, I'm Jimmy," Mary said with a shy look at the man, delighted by
her imposture. "I'm here for you. Am I pretty enough?"
"Jimmy . . .," Jack stuttered, not yet realizing that it was Mary
Kathleen standing before him. He stepped forward, his arm half
outstretched.
"Julie has told me a lot about you, how you are so gentle. Will you
hurt me Jack?"
'No, no, I would never hurt you . . . Jimmy."
Mary raised her face to the man for a kiss, who suddenly grasped her in
his arms.
"Oh, God," he exclaimed as he kissed Mary's face deliriously.
They sat, almost collapsed together onto the couch. They kissed as Jack
palmed the sleek thighs of the young person.
"I've wanted you from the first time I saw you, 'Jimmy'. I've wanted to
kiss your pretty face," Jack whispered into Mary's ear. "But why have
you disguised yourself? I know that you are Mary Kathleen dressed as a
boy."
"Julie said that I must keep up the illusion as long as possible. That
I must . . . suck on you."
"I would like that, of course, but you don't have to do it. You are so
beautiful as a boy, so absolutely gorgeous, but I want Mary Kathleen
now, not a youth."
"Will you hurt me?" the former nun trembled, knowing that her time had
come
"I could not hurt such a pretty creature as you. I could never hurt
Mary Kathleen, although I might sting you."
Julie stood in the doorway, gazing at the two of them getting ready to
fuck, jealous, but not knowing whether it was of Mary or of Jack. She
watched them rise from the couch and rush up the stairs. She wanted to
be there, to see them do it on the large bed in the master bedroom.
Julie climbed the stairs, following the lovers, intensely aroused. She
peeked into the bedroom where the two of them stood facing each other.
* * *
Well, reader, if you have stayed with me this long, you are obviously
not looking for a stroke story, with banal depictions of the fucking
process. It is sufficient to know that Mary Kathleen was very nervous
during the disrobing ritual, which Jack performed with great style. She
felt a claustrophobic panic, when her man came atop her, but that
quickly passed, because her attention became fully focused on an
unprecedented pain, the ripping of her hymen. She squinted her eyes
shut and bit on her lower lip, but she did not cry out, even though Jack
continued to push himself in and out of her to her great discomfort.
She knew that the ordeal was nearly over, when Jack began to utter
noises that one usually hears at wrestling matches.
Mary Kathleen felt quite sore, and there was a disconcerting sliminess
around her groin, but she was proud that she had finally done it. She
felt no guilt or remorse, and she knew that the second time might even
give her pleasure, if she waited until she healed.
Jack lay beside the recent virgin who snuggled to him, pleased that he
had scored his first nun, a trophy which stood out from the uncounted
crowd of boys and girls, men and women whom he had known sexually over
the preceding quarter century.
Julie stood in the hallway outside the master bedroom, where she had
been peeking through the crack of the unclosed door, biting her tongue
and frigging herself as she observed in excitement the defloration of
her cousin.
Agnes sat alone at a table in a coffee house frequented by dykes,
recalling with great bitterness the first time she had laid eyes on Mary
Kathleen.
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