Date: Sat, 18 Jan 2003 10:30:30 -0800 (PST) From: Marie LeClare Subject: The Convent - Lesbian Adult youth This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The Convent By Marie LeClare At the edge of Laval, Quebec sat the picturesque St. Marys Convent, or as the French would say, St. Marie. A convent can be a dark and dreary place, a warm and cheery place, or a place filled with hope, charity, and most of all, love. Especially to a novice seeking peace. Angelina Hebert, (not "Sister Angelina" and not truly even a novice yet, and certainly not up to even making preliminary vows), found the place as such. That Mother Superior took her in, and let her find refuge from the sins of the world. It just made the place seem that much more of a temptation, that many girls wanted to spend their lives there, for those really inclined to a religious vocation, while the peace and security that attracted her now, easily weeded out those to whom a quiet life of prayer, fasting, and abstinence would drive them crazy. There is a principle that states, you cannot observe something without affecting it to some degree. This applies most especially to human relationships too. The Mother Superior could not observe her young charge without having some effect on the young girl, especially since she was an avowed lesbian. She did however, have a chance to have minimal and (hopefully) calming and soothing effect, instead of driving the poor child to something desperate. That the girl was tortured by some internal and traumatic experience was obvious to both the older woman, and the priest who had sent the girl to her, after hearing the barely post adolescent girl's confession. What exactly it was that was troubling the girl she might never know, but she could observe, even if by observing she changed ever so slightly the thing she was observing. Angelina Liked the hushed quiet of the convent. The spirituality of the place allowed her to think, and possibly decide what to do. Like probably millions of young women before her, she had come to the convent with a problem, after losing her mother and father in that terrible car accident. She wanted to do things for God. Sidetracked from her spiraling inward concentration, Angelina barely noticed when supper was over, Matins finished, and she shortly found herself in the spartan cell that all young novices were assigned. A hard board bed with thin sheet, barely a blanket thickness of padding for a mattress, and a real blanket not much thicker than the sheet, made stark contrast to the soft bed she had slept upon. Was it only a few weeks ago? Still, in it's own way, the cell was actually a comfort. The sturdy walls shut out the outside world, and allowed her to think. The almost solid, thump of the closing door, instead of reminding her of a jail cell, were more like protection of the Lord closing in around her. For the first time in days, Angelina allowed herself to recall what had happened in her life. At the convent they played the game of Lacrosse, which originated with the Indians, and Angelina was good. She was faster than the other girls, and Mother Superior always watched and smiled. On that one fateful day, Angelina was running to score and tripped, fell, and pulled a muscle. Mother Superior came running with the other girls to try and help, and told the girls to help Angelina to her office. Although Angelina protested that she was alright Mother had the girls lay her on the couch and came over to inspect the injury. She told Angelina that a pulled muscle could be very dangerous if not attended to immediately, and sat down next to her on the couch. Taking Angelina's leg and putting it over her knee, Mother started to rub the injured leg. Her fingers gradually moving upwards to Angelina's calf then knee. Fortunately Mother Superiors office door was the kind that locked after closing so she knew she wasn't going to be disturbed. As Mother Superior continued to massage and rub her leg, Angelina started to feel better, much better especially from the attention she was being given by the head of the convent. Gently tucking up the hem of Angelina's school uniform skirt, Mother could see her little white cotton panties and the treasure that lay covered. She could even make out Angelina's pussy lips, and couldn't take her eyes off the treasure she so desperately wanted. Angelina had started to masturbate a couple of years earlier and was now starting to get excited, especially after feeling Mother Superiors fingers rubbing her inner thigh. "Does that feel good dear?" Mother asked, and all Angelina could do was nod yes. "These pulled muscles can really hurt and need a good rubbing to make them feel better" Mother said, as her fingers were touching the elastic on the leg of Angelina's panties. Angelina was starting to get wet, and she was kind of frightened that she might have a wet spot on her panties, and worried that Mother Superior might see it, which Mother did. As she continued to rub Angelina''s leg with both hands, her finger crept under Angelina's panties, and lightly caressed her little wet pussy lips, that had only a hint of fuzz. By now Angelina was parting her legs wider to allow Mother full access to her pussy. Pushing her panties aside Mother continued to rub Angelina's wet pussy, and allowed herself to enter Angelina's pussy with her middle finger. Plunging it in and out and responding to Angelina's smile with a smile of her own. It wasn't long till the tingle in Angelina's pussy became a full blown orgasm. Still Mother Superior continued to finger fuck the young girl in front of her until Angelina had another. "Lets just slip these panties off", Mother said, as she helped remove Angelina's panties. With her panties off Mother didn't hesitate to drop her head to Angelinas pussy. Swirling her tongue over Angelina's delicate folds, Mother licked her pussy, and using her thumbs to part Angelina's pussy lips, she plunged her tongue deep, probing her pussy walls. Looking up into Angelina's eyes as she tongue fucked her sweet pussy. Moments later she rewarded Mother Superior's licking by having a momentous orgasm. Getting up, Mother Superior said, "Now it's my turn dear", and hiked up her robes to reveal an unclad gray haired pussy. Climbing up over Angelina's face, she said, "suck it, lick it, make me cum", as she pressed her hot pussy to Angelina's mouth. Without hesitation, Angelina licked furiously to please Mother. Moments later, Mother Superior screamed, "Jesus Mary and Joseph I'm cumming, I'm cumming in your sweet little mouth", as she gushed in Angelina's mouth. Recovering for a few minutes, then telling Angelina, "that was wonderful dear, now you run along and take care of that leg". If you like this story please write me, MarieLeClare@Yahoo.com. I have my own group on Yahoo for my stories. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/MariesStoryland/