Keep Denver's Stories

"Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law."
- A.L. I. 40.

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DISCLAIMER

This story contains explicit description of sexual activities involving underage persons. If you are under the proper age (usually 18 or 21), or your religion, beliefs, morality forbid you to read such - delete this file now. Otherwise, have fun.

None of the events described herein really happened. I would never encourage anyone to commit such acts. The same is true for drinking alcohol and using illicit substances as some of my heroes do. Treat this story as pure fiction for fun. Don't get inspired!

Now, from this place here I'd like to thank the following people:

NetWanderer - for writing Girl Scout Camp Adventures
NightShade - for writing Camp Nurse
Nobo Cough - for writing CuzLuv

These people inspired me for writing "Girls".

Now, codes for the story: f_solo, MF, alcohol

Keep Denver

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The story so far:

Part I - Dormitory Girls
Part II - Unfortunate Misunderstanding

Coming next:

Part III - Farewell And Welcome
Part IV - The Memories Of Father Donovan
Part V - Alice in Wonderland
Part VI - First Blood
Part VII - Father, I Have Sinned

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THE GIRLS OF ST. DUMAS

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Part II - Unfortunate Misunderstanding

It was a regular, boring Friday afternoon, just as they used to be at School. There was one good thing about Fridays, though and these were the Physical Education classes. Unlike most of the other classes, these weren't that mundane and terribly boring.

Carrie was just getting a shower after her athletic training. She stood there, under the hot stream of water pouring over her naked body, caressing her muscles, aching from the exercising she had that day. She soaped her arms, then shoulders and moved her hands down, to her sides. Having soaped her stomach, she moved her hands up again, to her breasts. She was especially proud of her young bust. Being only 16, she already developed a nice C cup pair of perky, firm twins that wiggled now and hardened under the massaging water stream. She cupped her breasts, gently rubbing her pale, pink nipples with her palms. Almost immediately they became erect and stood to attention like little obedient soldiers. She took one of them between her thumb and index finger and tweaked gently, then a little harder. She felt a familiar shiver go through her body, accompanied by a tickling between her legs. She moved her other hand down, stalking for the center of this feeling, reaching a little patch of dark blonde hair covering her mound. She slid her finger between the firm cunny lips and pressed on her clit, sending shiver to every nerve in her body.

Carrie has been playing with herself since she was 13. Doing that was of course assumed impure and was deliberately a sin, but she never was courageous enough to confess her forbidden activity. On the other hand, most girls at St. Dumas masturbated - they assumed it to be some way a fight with the stern rules.

- Girls - she heard a voice in the locker room. It was sister Theresa, the PE penguin, as the girls called the young nun. Carrie quickly stopped and shut the water, wrapping herself with big, fuzzy towel.

- Now, girls, I have something to tell you - the nun announced. They gathered around her, listening curiously.

- I'm only going to teach you PE for two more weeks - this caused a loud murmur of disapproval. Sister Theresa was still young and nice, the life in order didn't manage to destroy her personality and she was still nice and likeable. The fact that Theresa was leaving meant that most probably she was going to be replaced by some old turd. This was nothing of a nice prospect.

- Starting in two weeks, you'll have a new teacher. So far, I don't know who will it be, I can only tell you, it will be someone from outside - this in turn elicited a loud roar of excitement. This could mean a woman that was not a nun, someone normal. The School slang reminded that of mental asylum's - we here and the world of outside. Someone from outside would be really a person of great interest.

The girls loudly applauded, expressing their sorrow for Theresa's departure at the same time. They could not even imagine that the surprise will be way more exciting.

Palem zielsko.

Jessie "Brass" Courson used to be a marine not so long ago. Having done his business with the army, he graduated APE and started his career as a teacher. He was quite tall, handsome with his short, dark hair. He was also really well built - a heritage of years in the army and still continued training. Couple weeks ago he started to look for a job in some nice, quiet place, so when he recently found an offer from St. Dumas, he decided to accept it. Everything was arranged through an office, all he had to do, was go to the School.

It was Thursday afternoon, when he achieved the gates of St. Dumas. At first he thought he must've got lost. The place looked almost like a monastery. But at the second glance he realized it was indeed a school. Mildly tired after having walked 10 miles from the main road with his backpack his own weight, made him decide not to wait for invitation. He entered the School's area and directed his steps where there seemed to be some administrative building.

At that very moment, all the girls were having their classes and not even one of them saw the stranger that had just arrived. Or there was one - Bethany, a cute 12 years old redhead who has been to toilet at the moment. Windows there faced outside the main yard and toward the main gate. Pulling her panties up, she adjusted her long skirt and looked through the window. She froze for a moment, noticing a savage man intruding the School. There apparently was some kind of soldier, fully equipped, only lacking his guns. The stranger's clothing was plain, almost like an uniform. He wore heavy boots, military jacket and a huge backpack. And apparently he directed toward the main part of the School - the reverend mother's office.

Bethany blinked, not able to believe. She peered through the window again, but the phantom already disappeared behind the corner. She decided not to tell anybody, except Carrie, her roommate and for couple past weeks also a lover. Bethany smiled to herself, feeling familiar tickling deep in her tummy and going down, ending between her legs. Her red-haired cunny moistened, when the girl thought about the sex they'll surely have with Carrie that evening, long after the lights go down and their younger roommates finally go to sleep.

At the very moment however she just returned to her classroom.

Jessie crossed the yard and heavily knocked on the door with a label saying "The Reverend Mother".

- Moment! - he heard behind the door - I'm coming! The door opened and Brass saw an old, short, fat nun.

- Holy Spirit in heaven! - she almost shrieked.
- What's that shouting, mother Mary?! - a stern voice came from inside the room - You're not one of our girls to afford such behavior! - another nun came into view. She was much taller, also a bit older but looked better than mother Mary did.

- Good Lord... - she said - What are you doing here, Mr. ....?
- Courson, Brass Courson... - he motioned his hand as if he wanted to shake it with the nun, but realized it's a bit improper.
- Well, we've been awaiting a new teacher, Miss Jessie Brass-Courson - said the reverend mother with a hesitant voice.
- Oh... I'm single, basically, but still would rather be caller Mr. than Miss. But, yes, my name's Jessie. Brass is my nick.
- Your what? - asked mother Mary.
- Anyway, forget it. Come inside, we can't stand like this here, this will surely cause problems... - she motioned Brass with her hand to come inside. He entered the building, unfastening the straps of his backpack. then he took it off and put on the ground.

- Please, sit down... - reverend mother has already overcome the initial shock of this male invading their peaceful little place.

It took them some time before the mistake was explained. The administration of the school took Courson for women because of his name - they didn't really check the background except for the job record and opinions. Brass, on the other hand only knew he was going to work as a PE teacher in a private school. It was quite a surprise for him when he learned it was a girl only facility.

- Mother - he said, scratching his chin, covered with light beard that was not shaved for couple days - I understand the problem is that I'm a man, ain't that so?

- Indeed, Mr. Courson. We don't really have man here, except for the priest and the gardener. And I wouldn't really like the prospect of this being changed. I hope you can understand that, young man - the girls here are innocent, little creatures. I am deeply afraid that the presence of a man could deprive them.

- These are strong words to say, mother - the ex-marine looked at her over the table - But let me tell you one thing. I was trained to protect the likes of you and your girls, I am a soldier. Let me tell you, that the rules of my order are not less strict than these of yours. If not even more. Should you be afraid of someone like that?

- No, indeed. Please, understand my point, it's not you personally, it's just that...

- Yeah, I'm male, right? - he asked. The nun nodded quietly.

- Let's make it like this. I've made 700 kilometers to come here, mother. And we made a kind of deal, that's a fact. Let me just try, let's make a trial period, would that be acceptable for you?

- Come to think of it, I can accept such solution. Please, again, I don't...

- It's all right with me mother, don't you worry. Now, I'd gladly see my place as I've been on the road for three days now and I feel a bit tired - Brass got up, reaching for his backpack.

- Good heavens! I totally forgot that! - You can't take the room we have prepared... - exclaimed the reverend mother.

- Why not? - he was already getting annoyed and slightly tired with all that has happened. He didn't expect such complications on the course of getting a job at St. Dumas.

- You can't live with us, among the sisters, nor it is possible to put you in one of the dormitories... with the girls - the nun was terrified even by the prospect of this happening.

- Whatever, mother. I just need a place where I have a shower, a bed and a place to put my stuff. Is it that difficult?

- Well, I think there should be some room in the gym building. Nothing fancy, but if you only need what you described... - she got up and took couple key rings from the drawer - Let's go then. And they left for the gym facilities.

Brass was given a little room behind the gym hall. He managed to construct some kind of bed out of training mattresses and put his sleeping bag on top of that all. So far this should be enough, he thought. He also moved one of the old, unused lockers to his room and put all his things in there.

- Now, Mr. ... How should I call you, sir? - asked reverend mother.

- I guess Brass should be alright, mother - he smiled. He started to like this place already. Being taught by the hard, army school, he got used to making his home in the middle of nowhere, in the strangest places to be imagined. This wasn't the worst he has come to live in.

- So, Brass, this way please, I'll show you the showers - she motioned him with her hand - There is one thing you should know, these are of course girls' facilities, like everything here, so please, use it only after all the classes here are finished so that you don't bump on any of these little creatures. They can be quite annoying though, you have to know that...

- This I can imagine - he smiled. He already learned that the girls at St. Dumas were aged 5 - 16 and he was a bit unsure how should he organize the classes for the youngest group. He was rather experienced in organizing hard training for older boys and men, in fact, for army recruits. He could imagine this would most probably cause certain protest if he acted his usual way. Still, that was the matter of the next few days and he wasn't that much concerned with it at the time being.

Finally, the reverend mother was finished with Brass and she left. He kindly refused her offer to join the nuns at the table for late afternoon meal and after taking a quick shower, he immediately fell asleep, setting his internal alarm clock to very late evening, when he intended to do some jogging and at the same time do some sightseeing all around the area of School.

The evening mass came to an end and so did the supper. It was already quite late. Most of the girls were ready to sleep in their rooms, only the last couple of them were still in the bathrooms. Carrie was one of them. She was just taking shower. She always used the last cabin, as it was the only one on the whole floor that had some king of a lock, made of a spike. The nuns somehow overlooked that for quite a time. All the other shower cabins were always unlocked, to prevent any activity except washing.

The last cabin was almost always taken, used by the older girls as a hideout to practice some sinful things like masturbation. With exactly that in mind, Carrie locked herself in the cabin and opened the water. Hot stream poured over her body, gently massaging her skin. She moved the stream so that it now hit exactly her pair of young, firm C size breasts. Under that hot, soft caress her nipples immediately stood erect, like hard pencil erasers. She cupped her breasts and started to feel them.

At the same time Brass woke up. It took him couple seconds to realize where in fact he is, but then he remembered all. He found his towel and directed toward the gym showers, intending to get some relax. After he was finished, he got dressed in what he called his "urban uniform", being simply a typical set of soldier's clothing, with one difference - it was all black. This way he was almost unnoticeable in the coming dusk. He left his room, locking the door behind him and dived into the darkness.

It didn't take him much time to get good orientation in where all the buildings are. He quickly located the kitchen, guided by the smell of food. He also found the school building itself, the nuns quarters, until finally there was this huge, three store building. He realized he's in front of the dormitory. Soon, he thought. I'll meet you tomorrow. He was looking forward to it, as he never so far led girl-only classes and was a bit anxious how will it work. Having had a look over the area he came back around the gym.

He intended to do some training. This typically consisted of mixed techniques, most of them originating from capeoira. It's quite hard to classify it, for capeoira is in fact a very acrobatic dance, being at the same time a martial art of really great power. Brass learned it during his two years in the Army from one of the recruits. Now he used it extensively during his own training, finding it perfect way to relax.

He took on his favorite task - the shadow fight. It wasn't long before he found a nice place - kind of a small square of concrete, behind the gym hall. Single lamppost created perfect lighting conditions for what he needed.

Sister Theresa was sitting all alone on the bench at the back of the school building. She removed her cornet and unfastened couple buttons of her tight, rigid blouse. She had a six-pack of beer with her, working on the fourth can currently. It could seem inappropriate for a nun to drink alcohol, but she didn't care. Anyway, she was not only leaving the School of St. Dumas, but the Order itself as well. In fact she wasn't leaving - she'd been expelled for reasons very similar to her current activities. She didn't give it a damn any longer and decided to get stoned the last night. Her departure was due the next morning. She already said goodbye to all the girls and all her, numbered in fact, friends among the Order.

A subtle, strange noise caught her attention. It reminded her something, but was barely audible. She finished the can, took the remaining two with her and directed toward the source of the noise.

At the same time, Carrie continued her little play. She was already really aroused. Hot lashes of water massaged her swollen breasts, her nipples rigid and sensitive. She reached with her hand to her crotch, gently probing with her fingers for the clit, hidden in the bush of soft, blonde pubic hair. She spread the cunny lips, now swollen and rubbed the little nubbin hidden at the top of her cleft. Her whole body jerked at that activity, sending waves of pleasure through her nerves. She shivered and started to slowly caress her clit, moaning quietly. She moved her other hand back up, to her bust, giving loving attention to her nipples. She stood there, propped against the wall, streams of hot water washing over her skin, little droplets of sweat all over her body and huge flood of her cunny juice working its way down her legs, being washed away by the water. She could feel the orgasm building slowly up inside her, indicated by the familiar feeling of tingling starting deep in her pussy and going up, inside her tummy, toward her belly button.

She moved her other hand back down, sliding it along her slippery slit, probing for her little opening. She speared her index finger inside and in the same moment that the tip of it hit the cervix Carrie was hit by her climax. Her legs went weak and she had to catch the shower pipe not to fall on the floor. She moaned loudly and closed her eyes, trying to catch her breath.

Sister Theresa went from behind the corner and saw a view that indeed surprised her. On the little square area of concrete under the gym wall, perfectly lit with the sodium lamppost, there was a man. He wore only camouflage trousers, exposing his hairy chest and barefoot. And he was performing some strange kind of dance. He seemed to be fighting his shadow. The nun stood there in awe, watching carefully every little movement, every jump, every hit the wall received, every complicated turn. The soldier only seemed to touch the ground very rarely, seemingly able to overcome the power of gravity.

He jumped high in the air - she didn't think it possible - and apparently hung there, laughing in the face of the universal forces. For a moment she thought he was going to just hang there, like they did in the motion picture hit "Matrix", but then, after what seemed like eternity, he turned around his axis in a wink of an eye, spread his legs to the side and landed on the ground. In the last moment he dashed his hands down and landed on his palms, hanged just a little over the surface of the ground.

Theresa was already aroused by the alcohol, but the sight of the soldier's young firm, strong body aroused her even more. She could feel her moist, soaked underwear clench deep into her cleft. She moaned quietly.

At the sound of her please, the man started up into attention, immediately taking an alerted pose - his body a bit forward, knees bent, eyes all around his head - like a boxer, preparing to attack.

- Oh, it's you - he said in a quiet voice, noting her - You've been watching for long? - he asked, just a little bit angry he let himself be taken by surprise.

- Just a few minutes. Heavens, it was amazing. Seemed so effortless for you. Makes me wonder if you are just as good in something more than martial arts.

- What? I mean, what other arts? - he looked her in the eyes as she moved closer, drinking up her beer and letting the can fall to the ground.

- The arts of love, for example. My body seems to cry for a man - she said in a seductive voice that shocked, considered she was a nun.

- Did my confession surprise you, soldier? - she asked, smiling.

- A little. I wouldn't expect a nun to say such thing.

- Under that uniform, I'm a woman, you know. You should be aware of that, I think. I'm also a kind of a soldier, just like you seem to be. A soldier of the Lord.

- Weren't you obliged to remain pure? - he grabbed her hand she motioned toward him.

- Isn't love the highest virtue? Isn't that what our Lord Christ of Nazareth told us? Shouldn't we praise Him, by obeying His own words? - she looked Brass in the eyes and kissed him full on the lips. He could do nothing else, just answer her kiss.

Carrie still stood there, still trembling from her orgasm. She let the world reach her senses and heard quiet footsteps on the corridor. A creak indicated the door open and she heard a whisper just outside her cabin.

- Carrie, dear, are you there - it was Bethany, her little, 12-years-old lover, a cute redhead.

- Yes - she whispered - I'll be right ready. She stopped the water and dried herself with the towel. The rough fabric sent waves of pleasure through her body, when it touched her still erect nipples. She moaned quietly. Then she put on her short nightie, just barely reaching mid thigh and opened the door.

- It's almost nighttime, we should go. The penguins will be right here, checking if everyone is already in their beds.

- OK - Carrie briefly kissed her friend on the lips, putting her hand around her waist. She pulled up the rim of the younger girl's nightshirt and squeezed her firm buttock.

- Let's go - they quietly left the shower and directed toward their room.

- It's my last day here - sister Theresa whispered Brass in his ear - I'm being expelled tomorrow. Didn't I deserve something special for a good-bye?

- Understood. The answer is positive - Brass grinned. It was his first day at St. Dumas and he already got his treat. How nice. He took the nun in his arms, kissed her and headed to his quarter. At the same time, Theresa started unbuttoning her uniform.

By the time he put her on the bed, all she had to do was drop her clothes to the floor. She only had her panties underneath and shivered a little in the cool, night air. Brass closed the window and looked at her. She had nice, big, full breasts, forming almost perfect hemispheres, with really tiny, girlish nipples, that stood stern in the cool air. She inhaled the air loudly, feeling dizzy, partly because of alcohol, partly because of arousal she felt, looking at this tall, muscular, brutally handsome man.

Her boobs bounced, when she fell on her back. The soldier started kissing her tummy, slowly going up, toward her bust, his hands wandering all over her body.

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March, 2002

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