God, Please Don't Hurt Me, The Epilogue

by Joanne

I was deliriously happy when I woke in the arms of the woman I love. Sister Mary's breathing was calm and even now, her breasts moved gently up and down. We were still as entwined, just as we were when we fell asleep. My head was in the bend of her arm and resting against her soft, warm breast.

Sister Mary was a teacher and a bereavement councilor. She wore the uniform of a nun, and for all intents and purposes, she was a nun. She was loved and trusted by her parish. She works as a teacher at the local school, and she works for the priest, she helps people through the trauma of bereavement. To me, she was more than a nun, she was a saint. Certainly more godly than the ,so called, proper nuns I had known.

She told me all about her sister Julie. Julie had been damaged by bereavement, losing her parents so young and her only true love dying so violently. She now used her beauty and her sex to get her own way in all things. She was ambitious and power dressed for work to look the part and to seduce anyone who mattered, anyone that could help her up the greasy pole.. She dyed her hair black to lose the blond image. Sister Mary was still determine to save her from herself.

I had been amazed by Sister Mary. The blond hair was a total shock. Her milky white body was a delight, not a blemish on it. The nuns habit had left her completely untouched by the sun. No suntan marks, in fact no marks at all. Her bushy, blond minge was an absolute delight.

Her had an active sex life in her parents bed, from birth to ten years old and then suddenly nothing. Nothing but the lonely solitary maturbation of a girl wrestling with her the guilt, her aunt instilled into her. I hadn't known it, but she had fallen for me at just about the same time that I fell for her. It was during our long, honest talks.

She stirred and was then fully awake. It was early, she always got up early on a Sunday, she had so much work to do. She wasn't in any hurry though, quite the opposite. She kissed me so gently, my heart fluttered. “Thank you, “ she said into my ear, “I needed you to start things.” Her breath entered my ear and reached my soul. We kissed and kissed again. She threw off the covers and gazed at me. “You are very beautiful,” she said. She kissed my forehead and my eyes. She kissed and probed my ears. “darling, darling, “ she repeated. I was helpless with thrills running all through me. She kissed my neck and my nipples. She took each of these little bugs between her lips and teased them with her tongue. Her hand went to my pussy. I spread my legs wide and bent my knees. I raised my bum, offering my cunt to her.

She entered me with her figures and reached my 'g' spot with remembered skill and circled it, taking me up on to a fluffy cloud of love. She found my clit and gripped it between her lips. She held me on that fluffy cloud while it raised me to heaven. Every part of me trembled, my pussy gushed and gushed again with each lightening pulse of orgasm.

We showered together, when I repaid my sexual debt to her, using what she had taught me to take her to our place in heaven. I lay on the bed watching as this sensual woman returned to her calling. The big pants and heavy tights. The plain cotton underskirt to protect from the itchy habit. The lovely hair tied back and totally hidden from the world in the tight white headdress and then the habit and the flat sensible shoes. Sister Mary was ready for her duty. She had a new spring in her step and a twinkle in her eye, but I was sure, that God would forgive her that.