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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Discipline at St. Boniface (FFm, voy, ped, 1st, catholic) by Bat Guana (davols10@nocharge.com) *** The story is a first-person account by a twelve-year-old boy who discovers sex during the summer vacation. His family moves from the country to the big city, and he is enrolled in a Catholic Boys' School famous for its progressive views. *** My name is Freddy O'Neal an' me and my family is Roman Catholic. Well we just moved from the sticks into the big city during the summer when I was twelve. Like I said, we was Catholic, but I never went to no Catholic school where we used to live. In fact, there warn't no Catholic schools in Golden Springs (where we moved from). So me an' my brother went to the country school where I just finished the seventh grade. Well, somethin' else happened that summer. I was sittin' on the can mindin' my own business, when I just touched my peter on the edge of the toilet seat, an' I had the greatest feelin' I ever had in my whole life. Now the first time was a accident. But I discovered I could make the neat feelin' happen again an' again if I rubbed my dick just a little bit. Lookin' back on it now, I realized something was gonna happen 'cause one day Mary Lou showed me her pants, an' I sorta had this feelin' that I got on the toilet seat, only it warn't as intense. Mary Lou wouldn't take her pants off, though, but I could see the outline of her crack, cause she pulled the 'lastic of her pants up an' that made the cloth crease right at that place. I told her I'd show her my dick if she'd take her pants off. But suddenly she got all mad or somethin' an' said she was goin' to tell her mother what I said. So I said I'd give her a dollar if she didn't tell her mom, an' so she took my buck an' said she still might tell her mom anyway an' then ran off. I thought I should prob'ly chase after her an' get my money back, but then I thought about it some more an' decided that she was just lyin' about tellin' her mom. So I hollered after her an' said if she tells on me, I'll tell on her. I figured I was prettly smart for havin' thunk that idea. So, anyways, after I rubbed my dick a few times, an' got the neat feelin', I went to tell my best friend, Larry, about it. He called it jackin' off. He said he had been jackin' off since last Christmas an' he did it three or four times a day. I learned also that there was some white stuff came out the end whenever I jacked off. Larry said that stuff was called jizz, an' it's what made babies. He told me if I put my pecker in a girl's cunny an' jizz came out, she would have a baby. I didn't believe him at first, but it did sorta make sense 'cause I remember Browny (our Lab) puttin' his thing in the neighbor's dog (her name was Sally) an' then later Sally havin' six pups. See, I thought just animals did it, an' I guess I didn't think about how human babies got in their mom's stomach. 'Course I knew the stork story was phony. Larry said that when a man puts his thingy in the woman's thingy, it was called fuckin', an' he thought he'd like to fuck a girl, but he didn't 'cause he didn't want no babies, an' besides he didn't have a girl friend anyways, so's it didn't make no difference. But we talked about all the girls in our class we was goin' to fuck if they'd let us. There warn't no magazines like Playboy or Penthouse or Hustler back in those days, so I used to look in the Sears and Roebuck catalog on the lingerie pages whenever I jacked off. But sometimes I'd do it while I was rememberin' Mary Lou showin' me her crack through her panties. Anyhow, that summer me an' my parents an' my little brother, Joe, moved to this house in Chicago. We lived in a part of town that was mostly Irish just like us. An' that fall, I entered the eighth grade at Boniface Catholic Prep School for Boys. I was not too happy about that because it was a boys' school, an' I just wanted to look at girls an' imagine fuckin' them. There is another reason I warn't too happy either. All the boys at St. Boniface were goody-two-shoes. I mean they'd just sit there without doin' nothin'. There warn't no spitwads or passin' notes--there warn't even a peep from these other boys in my class. I had heard my parents talk about this school before I even went there. They said this school was famous for its discipline. They said that they hoped the nuns would help me settle down an' learn better than I was at Golden Springs Elementary. I saw a bunch of nuns walkin' by just after we moved to Chicago, an' I thought they warn't exactly what you'd call good lookin'--in fact, some of them was real dogs. So I was really surprised when our teacher first walked into the classroom, cause she didn't look nothin' like the nuns I saw before school started. She was beautiful. She had red hair 'cause I could see a few curls peaking outa her bonnet. An' she had a beautiful figure. Her tits was bigger than Mary Lou's an' they jiggled when she'd walk a certain way. An' she would sit on a stool in front of the class, an' once in a while she would cross her legs an' pull her habit up so's we could see right up there. I thought she should be a movie star or somethin', but not a nun. Anyways, when I looked at her legs I started to get a hard-on an' felt just like jackin' off. She said her name was Sister Mary Elisabeth, an' that before we started to learn anythin', we would have to learn the rules. There was to be no talkin' or whisperin' or laughin' or any other shenanigans. Also no gum chewin', or throwin' spitwads. She made it clear that if we disobeyed any of the rules, we would be called into the Mother Superior's office for 'reorientation'. I knew I was sunk when she said that 'cause I knew I couldn't be quiet for a whole year. I was always gettin' into trouble at Golden Springs Grade School for doin' things. I warn't no goody-two-shoes like the other boys at St. Boniface. Now then Sister Mary Elisabeth no sooner finished tellin' us that, when in walked one of the ugly nuns that I had saw earlier that I mentioned. She was shorter than me an' she was fat an' had big lips and an' a puffy sorta nose. She introduced herself as Sister Mary Attila, an' she said she was the Mother Superior that we'd be sent to if we messed up an' broke the rules. She also mentioned that the first week she was goin' to call us new boys in just to get acquainted (there was five of us). She had a mean look to her like she could chew you up an' spit you out. Needless to say I felt awful 'cause I just knew I was gonna break the rules an' be sent in. Well, the first day went OK. I figured out a way that I could be good. Whenever I felt like shootin' a spitwad, or laughin' out loud, I would just try to take a peek up Sister Mary Elisabeth's habit when she crossed her legs. One time during Geography (which was just before lunch), Sister uncrossed her legs and forgot to cross 'em again. I could see all the way up there. In order to hold the book she was readin' at the right angle, she put her feet on the middle rung of the stool. The light came in from the open window back of the classroom an' made it so's at that angle I could see her panties an' then some. An' they warn't no cotton panties like Mary Lou wore, but had a real narrow crotch an' silk see-through material. She was definitely a red head all right 'cause I could see some red hairs peekin' out either side of the narrow crotch of her panties. An' I could actually see the outline of her crack. I was so busy looking at her privates that I forgot to get into mischief. Once I kinda looked outa the corner of my eye to see if anyone was watchin' me. But all the other boys was also starin' at Sister's legs--I'm sure of it. Thar warn't no sound 'cept this gorgeous knock-out nun readin' about Australia--the 'land down under'--an' when she said 'down under' the only 'down under' I thought of was 'down under' Sister's habit. Well I said there warn't no sound 'cept sister's musical voice I warn't 'zactly tellin' the truth 'cause there was lots of heavy breathin' like we just ran aroun' the school buildin' ten times--'cept we hadn't, 'cause we hadn't been outa our seats for two hours. When I went home from school that day, the first thing I did was go up to my room an' jack off while picturin' Sister Mary Elisabeth readin' 'bout the 'land down under' in my mind. I did it twice before mom called me down for dinner. At dinner my dad asked me how I liked goin' to St. Boniface an' if I liked my new teacher. I tol' him I liked it real fine--an' I warn't tellin' him no fib neither. I could hardly wait for tomorrow. Him an' mom talked about St. Boniface bein' a progressive school 'n how they warn't no rulers or anythin' like when they was in the eighth grade. Mom said they used 'positive reinforcement'--whatever that was. After dinner I tol' my parents that I had to go up to my room an' study. You shoulda seen the looks on their faces when I said that (course I didn't tell them what I was studyin'). Actually, I went up to jack off three more times thinkin' about Sister Mary Elisabeth before I was so tired I went to sleep. Next mornin' I took a shower an' got dressed. They made us wear a white shirt an' a red school tie. We also had to wear dark gray slacks an' a blue blazer with the school emblem on the pocket. I didn't like the outfit at first, 'cause at Golden Springs I could wear jeans an' anythin' I wanted to. But I kinda got caught up in this fantasy. I thought if I dressed real nice an' combed my hair an' everythin', Sister Mary Elisabeth would want to quit bein' a nun an' me and her could run off someplace-- maybe to 'the land down under'--an' spend the rest of our lives fuckin'. Of course, I knew she warn't really goin' to run off, but I liked how it felt when I thought it might happen--an' I knew for sure she warn't gonna run off with no punk who didn't dress proper an' comb his hair an' all. I even put a 'spit' shine on my shoes. Nobody said nothin' at breakfast (except my little brother--he's so dumb!). But I could see outa the corner of my eye that Mom and Dad was real pleased at my new appearance an' all, but they didn't say nothin' 'cause I guess they was afraid they'd ruin the spell, an' I'd go upstairs and put my jeans on instead. So's they was quiet and cheerful. When I walked into the classroom after Mass, Sister Mary Elisabeth was as beautiful as she was the day before. An' when she talked to me an' tol' me how nice I looked an' then smiled so sweetly, I 'bout lost it right then an' there. I had to get to my seat quick 'cause I was gettin' a boner. The only thing that was different happened right after lunch. One of the other students, Alan Donahue, was called into Mother Superior's office. Now this guy was a goody-two- shoes if I'd ever saw one. So I thought to myself--what did he do to be called in? If a goody-two-shoes like Alan Donahue gets called in on the second day, what are the chances of a rowdy like me makin' it the whole year? Nada! Zilch! Zero! So, until I remembered about Sister Mary Attila sayin' she was goin' to call all the new boys in the first week for 'orientation', I was scared shitless. But then I remembered I was also a new boy, an' I was goin' to be called in to see Mother Superior anyways, an' I was scared all over again. Only it warn't too bad 'cause I didn't reckon 'orientation' to be as bad as punishin'. About an hour later, Alan Donahue came back from 'orientation'. His face was white an' he seemed completely drained. What did she do to him! He had this kinda far away look in his eyes an' he seemed so weak I thought he warn't gonna make it to his seat. Sister Mary Elisabeth just smiled an' tol' him we was on page 46 of the text. Next, it was Greg Kelly that got sent for orientation. He was a great big guy who I'd a thought must be able to whomp anybody in the school if he got a mind to. About an hour later back comes Greg Kelly through the door. He looked like he was about a foot shorter an' a hunnert pounds lighter than when he left. His face had this funny expression like he couldn't make up his mind whether to cry or laugh. An' he also had this far away look in his eyes. Two more boys went into orientation an' came back an hour later all defeated lookin' like they was prisoners at a concentration camp or somethin'. I knew I was next 'cause I was the only new boy left. I kept lookin' at the clock hopin' there wouldn't be time for me today. My prayers was answered 'cause when Bill O'Hallihan came back all wilted like, there was only about two minutes of school left. An' so I was literally saved by the bell. Sister Mary Attila would have to wait 'till the next day to torture me. I saw Greg Kelly walkin' home an' I ran to catch up with him. I thought I'd ask him about orientation. But he wouldn't tell me nothin'--said he'd promised Sister not to tell, an' that a team of horses couldn't get him to break his solemn oath (which he had to take before Sister would let him go). Since it became apparent it warn't no use tryin' to get someone who'd taken a solemn oath to spill the beans, I let him walk off by hisself. When I got home, I went directly up to my room. I was so jittery about goin' in for orientation the next day, that I could only jack off once. I had trouble sleepin' that night. Whenever I did nod off, I dreamt this dream where Sister Mary Attila says to me--"There's nothing we can do to help you become a goody-two-shoes--you'll have to spend an eternity in the lake of fire." An' just as she says that, Greg Kelly an' another big kid in the class (don't know his name) grabs me an' throws me off this big cliff. I waked up just as I'm about to land in the fire, but I don't get burned up 'cause I waked up just in the nick of time. When I waked up the next day, I took extra care with my appearance--hopin' that Sister Mary Attila would go easier on me if I was spruced up rather than lookin' like a slob. When I went down for breakfast, Mom an' Dad sensed I wasn't as hopped up about St. Boniface as I was yesterday. But they didn't say nothin'. Finally, Mom, unable to take the strain of silence, asked me what was wrong. An' I told her I had to go into orientation this mornin' an' I was scared. I told her how beat up the other new boys looked when they came back into class. She told me it probably wasn't anything, that I probably imagined the post-orientation condition my classmates were in, that most of the things we are afraid of in life never happen, that we fear the unknown, that the best way to end fear is by going through it, and that all we have to fear is fear itself--things which she hoped would make me feel more secure, but which didn't work 'cause I was jist as scared after she tol' me these things as I was before--only maybe more so. After I had went out the front door, I tried to figure out a way to skip school. Dang, I shoulda played sick an' stayed home. But I didn't think o' that in time. I coulda played hookey, but here in the city everyone would see you--not like out in the country where a fellah could go out in the woods and not have nobody see him all day. Besides everyone would know from the uniform that I was a St. Boniface student an' call the truant officer on me. No, there warn't no way I could figure that I could get outa goin' to school so's I'd just hafta bite the bullet. 'Sides I wanted to look up Sister Mary Elisabeth's habit, an' I couldn't see up it if I didn't go to school. So logic tol' me to hightail it to St. Boniface an' face the music. Besides, I saw Greg an' the other three new boys at Mass an' they didn't look the worst for wear, so I figured whatever happened at orientation couldn't have been all that bad--otherwise these guys would be limpin' or crippled or somethin'. But there they was just like nothin' happened. An' when I went to my classroom after Mass, there was Sister Mary Elisabeth, her beautiful self, waitin' at the door. She was handin' out a seating chart so's we could find our new seats. My new seat was right in front, first row. Now I knew I was cooked. At Golden Springs I sat in the back row which made it easier to get away with stuff. Not only that, but I was right in the center 'zactly in front of the stool Sister sat on. Whoa! Sheeit, somethin's wrong with my braind! Here I am complainin' when I realize I got a seat on the fifty yard line when it comes to lookin' up Sister's habit. Sister said 'cause we been such good students all week, she had a special surprise for us (but she wouldn't tell us what it was). When it came time for Geography, I found out what it was. After showin' us some maps on the wall, she went an' sat down on her stool. The light was comin' in the back of the room just like always at this time, and when Sister sat down on the stool an' put her feet on the middle rung so's she could hold the book right on her lap, I saw her surprise was she warn't wearin' no pants at all! I could see her beautiful snatch with all the red hair an' the pussy crack open just a teeny weeny bit so's there was some pink insides which showed to the discernin' viewer--an' there warn't nobody no more discernin' than me when it came to lookin' at Sister's bare twat. Occasionally, Sister would adjust her weight on the stool an' her sweet little pussy hole would change shape accordingly. A couple times I swear I could even see her wrinkled brown eye winkin' at me. I thought I was goin' to climax without even jackin' off. I was very, very careful when I moved not to rub my weany accidently an' mess up my shorts with several spurts of jizz. Well, sir, I was rapturin' like this over Sisters delightful privates when the announcement came over the loudspeaker: "Fred O'Neall, to Mother Superior's office". Shit, in all the excitement at seein' Sister's surprise, I forgot all about the orientation. Now, my biggest fear was standin' up so's I wouldn't accidentally cum, an' so's I could walk outa class without nobody seein' I had a woody. Sister looked down at my crotch just as I was trying to get out of my seat pretendin' to be casual, like nothin' warn't no big deal. She smiled coyly at me so's to make clear to me that she saw my boner, an' it was OK with her. I was ecstatic at bein' so close (not more than five feet) to the most beautiful spectacle that ever was. I could hardly wait to get home so's I could jack off. I considered goin' into the boy's room on the way to Mother Superior's an' takin' care of business right then and there, but I was afraid I'd get caught; then I'd be in a bigger pickle than ever. This was my thoughts as I walked down the dimly lit corridor to the Mother Superior's office. I warn't no longer afraid of what was goin' to happen at orientation, 'cause everytime I'd have that fear, I thought o' Sister showin' me her pussy. And I decided just, like the knights of the round table, that I could face any challenge an' endure any torture just so's I could look up Sister's habit after it was all over with. I walked up to Mother Superior's door which was half way open an' knocked. Mother Superior, who was seated at her desk right inside the small office lookin' at some papers or somethin', said without lookin' up, "Who is it?" Then she turned and looked at me and said not too unpleasantly, "Oh, Fred O'Neall, yes, m'boy, won't you come in and shut the door, please." She looked back over her papers a minute or too before she closed the folder an' turned in her seat so's she was facin' me directly. "Please be seated," she said gesturin' to a chair a few feet away. "Now, Fred, I've just been looking at your transcript. You weren't exactly a scholar at Golden Springs, were you now?" "No ma'am." "And it says here"--she reached over for the folder she had been lookin' at when I come in--"that you occasionally got in trouble. H'mm. Throwing spitwads. Yelling out in class. Getting in fights. Grades aren't so good--D's and C minuses mostly. " She pursed her lips and wrinkled her brow as though deeply concerned. "Yes ma'am," I muttered. "Well," she said, "this will all change!" When she said that, she smiled an' the scowl no longer appeared on her brow. She actually seemed friendly. Maybe this ain't goin' to be so bad after all--is what I thought at the time. Little did I know.... "Tell me something, Fred, what do you think of Sister Elisabeth; do you like her?" "She's OK, I guess." I was tryin' to appear casual like. Naturally, I didn't tell her I wanted to take her to Australia and fuck her 'till pigs flied. "I guess what I mean to ask," she crooned, "is how do you like her, uh, legs?" Now this was a turn of events that I couldn't have anticipated in a million years. I could feel the blood rush to my face. If I said "I hadn't noticed" or "so-so" or "I didn't like 'em", she would have caught me in the biggest whopper I ever told. And if I said I wanted to take my tongue an', starting at the ankles, lick my way up to her sweet pink crack an' then suck and lick at her until I died o' old age at a hunnert an' ten, I'd be scolded for lewdness. Trying to relieve my dilemma, Sister Mary Attila said that it didn't matter; we'd go on to something else. Then, Sister sat up and began speaking in a solemn voice. "At St. Boniface, we do things a little differently than you might expect. We do not believe in punishing children. Our position is that all children are basically good and earnestly seek to do their best. So we encourage good behavior by applying a system of rewards. We have discovered that the reward should be so great that the child would not even think about doing anything that might cause him to miss out. Obviously, a bowl of ice cream, or a trip to the zoo just wouldn't do. We think we have come up with the perfect reward which I am going to demonstrate at this time. Sister's legs are beautiful, aren't they?" I about shit my pants when I saw her wink at me, but she posed the question this time so's I could answer truthfully--"Yes, ma'am, they are!" Then she asked the question that almost caused me to shit my pants again--"Did you enjoy her surprise? She planned the surprise with you in mind especially. Did you know that?" "Yes, ma'am--er, I mean no, ma'am. I mean 'yes' to 'did I enjoy it'; an' 'no' to 'did I know she had me in mind'-- that's what I'm tryin' to say." "It's OK; you don't have to be embarrassed about looking up Sister's habit. She enjoys it as much as you do. It's perfectly normal for young men to be attracted to sex. Would you like to see a movie with Sister being the main attraction?" she asked. I thought I would say somethin' clever I heard my uncle Floyd say once--"Is the Pope Catholic?" But I thought she mighta thunk I was being a wiseacre or somethin', so I jus' skedaddled that approach an' said--"Yes, Ma'am!" Sister went over to a projector on her desk an' flipped a switch an' a screen lit up --'9', '8', '7', '6'.... Then she shut off the lights, an' the movie began. There she was--Sister Mary Elisabeth come walkin' into the classroom. She went over to the stool an' put her legs on the middle rung an' spread her legs so's I could see clean up it. She warn't wearin' a stitch underneath. An' there was all her privates exposed for God an' everybody to see. Then she took her fingers and gently spread her cunny lips so's a fellah could see right inside her hole. I thought I was goin' to cum right then and there. Next she got up an' undressed right in front of the camera. And there she stood naked as a jaybird in front of God an' everybody. Her tits was nice and firm an' not too big, nor was they pancakes. Her nipples stuck out about half a inch, an' the auroras were about the size of a quarter. She cupped them in her hands like she was offerin' them up at a sale or somethin'. Then she lay back on her desk an' pulled her knees up so her feet were on the desk, an' then she let her knees drop to either side so's her legs were far apart. Again the attention was on her twat. An' now the camera did a close up so's only her crack showed. An' once more she separated the cunny lips so's there was lotsa pink stuff showin'. Then when she was through manipulatin' her hole, she'd spread her butt cheeks apart so's I could see her cute li'l wrinkly butt hole. She warn't hidin' a thing from view. Now I got so engrossed in the flick, I completely forgot about Sister Mary Attila who was down on her hands an' knees right in front of me. I felt her tug at my zipper. My rod was so hard that she had to use two hands to unzip my pants. This whole episode was so surreal that I didn't know what to do, so I just let things play out like they was. Suddenly I felt this wonderful warm an' moist sensation on my cock. It was the greatest thrill I ever had in my whole life. Sister Mary Attila had my cock in her mouth an' was just a suckin' away! Then she would take her tongue an' massage the red part of my dick an' my pee hole until I couldn't stand it no more; then she would move her lips pulling my dick in an' out, in an' out.... I knew I was goin' to cum any second an', just about the time I feel the jizz rollin' about ready to shoot out, Sister grabbed my cock real close to my balls an' I didn't cum like I thought I would. Then she would start hummin' like she was singin' some song only there warn't no melody. But all that vibratin' got me ready to shoot again. An' again she touched my dick near the balls an' kept me from cummin' once again. On the screen meantime, Sister Elisabeth had this huge vibrator/dildo which she kept stickin' in an' out of her pussy. She would lift her hips an' lower them in sync with the vibrator/dildo. Then for a finale there'd be a closeup of Sister lifting her legs so her knees were resting on her shoulders an' she'd open an' close her pussy with her hands an' sometimes she would try to let us see right up her poop chute. Meanwhile, I was lettin' Sister Attila do all the work while I just lay there passive like. I got so excited with Sister workin' my dick with her hands, lips an' tongue while watchin' Sister Elisabeth spreadin' her gorgeous cunt on screen that I just couldn't hold out any longer. I musta squirted ten streams of jizz into Sister's mouth before Old Faithful quit spurtin'. In my wildest imagination I could not have believed anything could happen that felt that great. I was in Heaven. When I was all through squirtin' gobs of jizz in her mouth, Sister got up, turned off the projector, an' turned on the lights. She let me see that she still had my jizz in her mouth before she swallowed. Then she said, "I really enjoyed that, how did you like it?" A voice that didn't seem to come from my body at all but from some place far away replied, "I loved it!" Sister, whose sexual arousal was obvious, an' whose warm smile and glowing cheeks said she loved it as much as I did, suddenly returned to her serious, stern self. "Now here's the deal." She was real serious as she talked. "You are not to tell a soul about this, do you understand?" I nodded. "You are not to tell your parents, your brother, any of the other students, or anyone else ever. This will be our secret, OK?" she asked sternly. Once again, I nodded. "Now if you do tell--and I'll find out if you do--we will never do this again, do you understand, Fred?" she asked again. I nodded one more time. "OK. Let's take a solemn oath. Put your left hand on the Bible (which she produced from somewhere) and raise your right hand. Now repeat after me: "I, Fred O'Neal,'" "I, Fred O'Neal,..." "Promise never to tell a soul..." "Promise never to tell a soul..." "What happened today in Mother Superior's office..." "What happened today in Mother Superior's office..." "As Jesus is my witness" "As Jesus is my witness" "Who will be betrayed if I tell" "Who will be betrayed if I tell" "And who will punish me" "And who will punish me" "By sending me to the hottest part of hell" "By sending me to the hottest part of hell" "Where I will suffer the agony of the flames forever and ever" "Where I will suffer the agony of the flames forever and ever" "Amen." "Amen" Now she said, "Very good, Fred, you're going to get along just fine. Would you like to do it again?" She suddenly became very warm an' obviously 'thusiastic at the prospect of me fillin' her mouth with some more gooey jizz. "Sure, ma'am. I'd like it alot!" I was startin' to get over my embarrassment and fear. So off went the lights and on went the projector. This was a different film. Sister Mary Elisabeth did all kinds of body contortions--throwing her legs over her head so we got great shots of her pussy an' pucker-hole (an' she could really make it pucker). The high point was in sister finger fuckin' herself to climax. I could see her twat contractin' an' relaxin' in her ecstacy. And Mother Superior had my cock once again in her warm, wet, mouth doin' her thing. When we got to that part where we was watchin' sister's cunt contract from cummin', I shot several more gobs of gooey jizz into Mother Superiors vibrating mouth. Sheeit! This is even better than the first time. When we was all through, Mother Superior swallowed my wad one more time. Then she turned on the lights an' kinda wiped her lips where a pearl of jizz was like to drop onto her habit; she got all solemn again. "So, Fred, we've taken an oath that you will never tell anyone lest you burn in hell forever. Now here's the next part. I will be keeping tabs on you, my horny young friend, and I will know if you are unruly in class and if you do not do your homework. I know everything that goes on in this school, and I take a personal interest in all my students--including you. So, we will do this once a week every week so long as you behave perfectly, turn in all your assignments on time, and get good grades for the week. Do I make myself clear, Fred?" I nodded an' said that I understood. "But, Fred," she continued, "if I hear about you throwing things in class, talking out of turn, or getting into fights with the other students, or if you are late getting assignments done, or your work becomes shoddy, or anything else negative, why then you will miss your turn for that week and will have to wait a whole week before you can come back to this office for the reward, is that clear?' "Yes, ma'am. I'm gonna do my best!"--an' I meant it, too. "I know you are," Sister said, an' then she smiled once again an' asked me if I wanted to do it one more time before I went back to class. Of course I did--as my dick had now fully recovered. So off went the lights an' on went the projector. An' once more Sister's mouth sucked in my dick. This time the movie had two students who I thought were 12th graders in it also. One put his dick in Sister Mary Elisabeth's pussy an' fucked her doggy style while the other had his dick down her gullet. An' did she ever perform. When the guy bein' sucked came, she pulled his cock out so's we could all see the jizz shootin' straight from his cock into her mouth. We could tell when the other guy came because he started hollerin' like a bull. At the end of the film, Sister spread her pussy wide open so's you could see the guy's jizz right up her juicy pink cunt. Then the camera did a close up of her mouth so's you could see the other guy's wad all frothy an' gooey in her mouth. Then she swallowed an' opened her mouth afterwards so's to show she had actually swallowed his huge load. Then she showed her open gooey pussy an' she took her fingers an' scraped up all the jizz in her cunt, an' she ate that also. Then she smiled that cute, wonderful smile that said--"You do good in class this year, and I'll let you do this to me just like these guys." And I shot my wad into the Mother Superior's mouth about the same time as the 12th grader on the film was shooting his stuff into Sister Elisabeth's mouth. "Well, Fred, this has been quite a time for me!" Sister Attila the nun said after she swallowed my third cum in less than an hour. "I am going to look forward to us doing this again next week. You won't disappoint me, now will you? Good," she said without waitin' for an answer. "You may zip up and go back to class now." As I walked down the hallway to my classroom door, I felt completely drained an' so exhausted I didn't know whether I was gonna make it or not. As I kinda shuffled and dragged myself to my seat, Sister Mary Elisabeth just smiled her beautiful smile at me an' said: "Hi, Fred, we're on page 48 of the text." (c)2003, Bat Guana Productions ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 23