God, Please Don't Hurt Me, Part 4

by Joanne

Although I was then in love with Sister Mary, I was still in lust with her blood sister Julie and I was still at the window each morning watching her go to work. I was convinced that she, by then, knew my feelings. She would stand outside waiting the few magic moments it took for a girl from up the street to pick her up in her car. They must have worked close together, she was given a daily lift to work by car. She didn't just stand there waiting, she walked up and down driving my pussy mad. The wiggle of her bottom was more pronounced now, and the cleavage was deeper.

The car was a two-door open top. I got a flash of snow white panties, that stood out in contrast to everything else she ever wears as she climbed into the low slung car. It was the final surge of sexual energy that shot through my gut and down through my pussy and on down my legs to my toes. My knees buckled and I sank down to my bed and orgasm in rapturous waves. It was, as always, many moments before my breathing returned to normal, my heart stopped pounding and I was able to start my day.

My day consisted of school. I had been going to school for five years and whilst I hated it with a passion, I had never resented it as I did now. The thought of what Christine, my pre-school sister and my mother were up to, while I was suffering the mind numbing boredom of lessons, drove me mad. I sat in school with wet panties most of every day. Sister Mary once asked me if I resented my sister and I didn't, at least I didn't until I found her in bed with our mother. I resented her then, for having all that access to our mother and that lovely big hairy pussy, when my day was just with nuns, whose only ambition was to find some excuse to beat me with their canes again. As far as I was concerned there was only one nun that came close to the God, that they preached to us about. I always thought that sadism was the minimum qualification. They would insist that we prayed several times a day, if prayers worked the nuns would have blown up in a puff of smoke years ago.

Eventually, four o'clock arrived and school was out. I ran all the way home. I was hot and sweaty and breathless. My hair was a mess and my wet panties were cold from the wind of running and were stuck to me. My mother was in the kitchen washing up. She took one look at me and said, “Go and get a shower.” I stopped in my tracks and turned towards the stairs. “Wait,” she said, “this can wait,” she was drying her hands as she said it, “I'll come with you.” My mood suddenly lifted.

We went to the bathroom, once in there, she took me into her arms. My height just reached her breasts. When she hugged me, my head was pressed between them. It was wonderful. “You have missed out on so much my darling,” she said. I began to cry, but it was for joy. She kissed me on the lips, she tasted of lipstick. I opened my mouth and her tongue found places I knew nothing about. She stripped the clothes off my trembling body until I stood there totally naked. My pussy was on fire. She then stripped herself slowly allowing me to kiss each part as it was exposed. She was wearing a dress that buttoned all down the front. As she undid them I kissed her neck, her cleavage, the cute bump of her stomach. When she discarded her bra, I latched onto a huge nipple and suckled it. I felt her wriggle out of her panties. I slipped off the breast and down her body kissing her all the way. I reached the fabulous mound of black, curly hair and cuddled it, kissing her pussy and caressing her legs. “Darling” she said as she guiding my head upwards. As I stood up she kissed me and then turned on the shower.

Once in the shower, we were entwined as one, my hands and her hands found all our spots. I came over and over again. I became weak at the knees and sank down just in time to receive her gushing orgasm full in the face again. This time I knew what was coming and luxuriated in it. We soaped and washed each other all over very thoroughly. Finally, we dried each other with big fluffy towels. I went to my bedroom, I thanked God for my mother, and put on a night dress.

Mother was back in the kitchen, finishing the washing up, dressed in only the button down dress and nothing else. Christine was sat at the big scrubbed table where we ate our meals. She was smiling a knowing smile. I kissed her gently and sat down. We were, at last, a threesome and I was very happy. That night we slept together in mother's bed, although there wasn't much sleep. Over the next few days we made love in every combination, Just me and Christine, or just me and my mother and sometimes all three of us. I no longer resented Christine at all. What they did while I was at school was a matter for them.

The mornings still started as always by watching Julie going off to work. The flash of her panties, that had my pussy wet, continued. She almost fell into the low slung car each morning with less and less care as the week progressed. The white panties, changed colour each day, they were always bright and always in pastel colours, green, blue, pink and then on Friday none at all. My mouth fell open and I almost pee'ed there and then on the carpet. She smiled broadly at me and blew me a kiss. She swung around to face front and the car sped away. I hung on to the window sill, my breath steamed up the glass. My mind raced and my pussy wept. I needed to see Sister Mary.

That Friday, the time at school was even more tortuously slow. I had told my mother that I was going to see Sister Mary straight from school so that she wouldn't worry when I was late. I ran all the way to the church where she worked. I dashed breathless into it. Sister Mary was sitting on a pew comforting an elderly woman. I stood there, my chest heaving I stood from one foot to the other, waiting with no patience at all. “Go, woman, go, she is mine. I need her, go, damn you, fuck off.” I caught my uncharitable thoughts and remembered where I was. I glanced nervously at the alter, “God, please don't hurt me,” I whispered.