I’d just got to the convent and knew I was doing what was best. I had a problem and here I wouldn’t continue to have the temptations. My dad said that the only thing left to do with a girl like me is put me here. 

As I opened the big doors the enormity of what was about to happen was overwhelming. There she was. A nun in a habit. My future laid out in front of me. Long boring days spent with only women. No hard cocks to touch. No feeling of being filled in the most beautiful way. 

I was a woman with desires and no men around to fulfil them. 

As I was led by her to my room I bit back a groan looking at her clothes. I liked showing off my body. Maybe I could convince my dad to take me back in. Knowing what disarray he found me and two guys in it was very doubtful. 

I was a sinful girl and needed to be away from temptation. He had hammered that in before sending me here. I didn’t want to at first. But I was shown it was for the best. As we got to my room I looked around at the bare necessities and wondered how I would ever get by. I know masturbation was going to be high on my priorities. For a convent at least it seemed I would have a little privacy. 

When I was handed the habit to wear. She said she would have to stay to make sure I put it on correctly. Not thinking twice about it I set the black garments on the table next to me. I mean she was a nun, so I just started to take my clothes off not thinking of desires that might arise. 

As I reached for the drabby looking underthings I noticed her staring at my nipples. I had a pretty decent set I would say myself. My C-cup was still perky and my nipples a soft pink. She looked away quickly and feeling a bit sassy I lifted my arms over my head leaning my head back stretching naked. The soft gasp I heard was satisfying to my inner goddess. 

This time when I looked at her. She looked back at me a small smile twitching the corner of her mouth. Putting the clothes on I was horrified. This was the least sexy I had probably ever felt. Once I was all dressed she said she would give me a half hour to rest before introducing me to everyone. 

Alone in the room in this horrible habit I cursed my dad for talking me into this. Like it was for my own good? Thinking back to what he had walked in on with those guys. Yup, I start to feel myself get a little hot. Not at the him part but to what he interrupted. Even in a convent I could feel myself get wet enjoying the memories, all I had left now. Lifting my skirt I slid my hand into the boring white panties and slid my fingers over my clit needing to cum. 

really hope you enjoyed part 1 . To hear the rest of the yummy details  you should purchase my audio where you’ll get to hear all the juicy details.

If you like this story you should check out my previous blog. Church Confessional. 

 
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