Sister Ursula Bends a Vow

SISTER URSULA BENDS A VOW

In a few more months, Sister Ursula would be 35 years old. She looked at herself in the mirror inside her simple cell and saw that she was indeed still attractive even without any make-up at all.

“Why am I so vain?” she asked herself without an answer because she was not in a habit of talking to herself.

Her undergarments were plain white cotton and she often wished she had nice panties like some of the students were in a habit of wearing now. Saint Brendan’s Academy for young girls could dictate their uniform and their hairstyle but generally underwear was outside their realm of control.

She turned and opened her bottom drawer.

There, hidden under her prayer books and stories of the lives of the Saints he had placed the smiley face panties belonging to her favorite student Tess. Right next to them was the even dirtier panties of Miss Hyacinth Higginbottom. “Higgy” for short. She removed them both from their hiding place and began to inhale their scents with studied concentration. She alternated them and slid her fingers under her own plain cotton briefs to bring herself along to a quick completion.

It was almost time for vespers and she could not afford to be late again under the watchful eye of Mother Immaculata who was known to run a very “tight ship”. She was not sure which pair of panties was the most enticing. Ursula was pulled in two directions because the two girls were complete opposites. “Higgy” was rather plump and vociferous while Tess was petite and stoically subdued in receiving her “corrections”. Sister Ursula was borderline obsessed with Tess, so she had regulated her contact to be merely in an advisory role in future. “Higgy” was another story entirely because the poor girl fairly thrived on her attention. In truth, she almost demanded it whenever she came near.

She kept Tess’s smiley face panties under her nostrils and moved her fingers with rapid strokes. Looking over her shoulder, Ursula could see her heart-shaped bottom clutching and rotating in a non-pious and sensual manner as she approached her massive orgasm.

A final deep breath and the nicely-proportioned brunette with the delectable rotating ass spiraled into a convulsive orgasm that made her ears fill with the sound of bees and her neatly-trimmed pussy squirted a little shower of female juice into her own spotless cotton briefs.

Ursula rested on all fours.

She knew she had to hurry but the moment was delicious and she wanted to savor it just a little longer.

The timid knock on her compartment door brought her back to reality.

“Yes, what is it?”

The whispered voice was fraught with noticeable anxiety.

“Sister, Please hurry! You can’t be late again.”

It had to be the new arrival, Sister Dominique from the French convent. That one was always buzzing around her. Ursula suspected the pretty young nun was somewhat attached to her because she was so helpful to her when she had first arrived at her new assignment. Ursula avoided any attachments of that sort because they would always find their way back to the Mother Superior and then used as a club over her head forever and a day.

She looked at the little whip on top of the bed.

No, not enough time to flagellate her sins away. That would have to wait until later tonight. It would be all right if she said her prayers loud enough to drown out the sounds of the whip slapping into her flanks. She had been doing it quite often lately, not because she liked it, but because she had descended into a cycle of naughty actions that required compensatory penance.

She changed her panties because they were soaking wet and stepped into her heavy robes that stamped her identity as a member of the clergy. Every time she donned her uniform, she felt like the weight of the world was sitting on her shoulders.

Thankfully, she was on time and no sly little glances were thrown her way to make her heart beat faster in fear that she would be reprimanded. The last time she had been subjected to reprimand was in her old school. It was a memory she wished she could forget. The helpless feeling as she was slowly stripped of all her clothing and the touch of the thin cane on her bottom made her ass cheeks clench in anxiety. She did not want to experience that humility again in front of all her peers.

“Sister Ursula, you were supposed to read the psalm and you forgot. Sister Teresa did it for you, but I think Mother Superior knows you were daydreaming.”

The information was whispered into her ear by the pretty and petite Sister Dominique. Ursula was aghast that the pushy little nun was even now resting her hand right on her inside knee as they knelt in the little chapel. This little French girl was going to get them both in a lot of trouble if she kept it up.

Ursula suspected the girl was already servicing one of the older members of the community in exchange for special favors and a certain amount of protection for her naughty ways. She knew that she was going to have to let the girl have what she wanted soon before she retaliated against her by starting an unfounded rumor or even accusing her of some imagined misdeed. It would be better to risk an association with the pretty French girl than to take a chance on her sex-deprived vindictiveness.

Ursula showed the girl her side pocket by guiding her hand to it. Once inside, the French girl discovered the way to Ursula’s waiting panties already spotted with wet pre-cum anticipating an exploring hand.

“Oh, Sister! That is perfectly divine. You are so soft and lovely.”

The girl was stroking her discreetly and with an experienced hand. Ursula was certain the girl’s other hand was busy under her own robe working busily tending to her own needs. Sister Dominique’s angelic face belied anything other than the most pious of contemplations as they knelt side by side.

Ursula was beginning to squirt into her cotton briefs and Dominique’s delicate hand. She lowered her head to hide her passion and squeezed the pretty French nun’s hand with her long, silky smooth legs.

Dominique patted her pubic mound in appreciation for allowing her access.

Ursula was working in the kitchen the entire day today. She had to do housework at least one day each week so the Sisters did not feel any sense of unbalance in the tasks required of them. At mid-morning, the delivery boy entered the kitchen with the daily order from the market. Other than the elderly priest, a couple of very effeminate brothers, and the delivery boy who was only about 18 years of age, there were no males allowed in the convent.

The delivery boy’s name was Umberto and he was a very slender lad with long hair that gave him the appearance of a young girl from the rear. However, from the tales told to her by “Higgy” or young Miss Higgenbottom, Ursula knew the lad was most decidedly heterosexual and reportedly very “well-hung”.

Ursula asked young Umberto to carry the heavy stores down to the basement to spare the older nuns the effort later that afternoon.

She preceded him down the steps and steadied him with her hands when he tilted a bit off kilter when making the turn at the bottom. Ursula asked him to place the metal cans on the top shelves and stood behind him looking up at his tight little bottom stretching to reach the top shelf. Umberto did an excellent job and Ursula was somewhat on fire between her legs when he had finished the task.

“Come, boy, I have a nice treat for you!”

Ursula led the boy back to the rear chamber in the basement. This was an area seldom visited by the nuns or anyone else for that matter. She removed a small bag of broken cookies from a cardboard box next to the window and gave them to Umberto. He knew what they were right away because the Mother Superior had given him a similar bag when he shoveled off the snow in the last snow storm of the winter. She took an empty bag and picked up a long handled scoop from the hook on the wooden foundation pier.

She hoisted her robe and bent over the tall wooden barrel which was almost empty of cookies. It was time to get it refilled from the cookie factory. The manager kept all the broken cookies for the convent as a partial reparation for his sins. Ursula knew her position would raise her robe high enough for young Umberto to glimpse the back of her legs. She would let him be guided by his conscience in what further steps he took to assist her in reaching the bottom of the barrel. She felt his hands grasp her buttocks firmly and the impetuous lad pushed her robe up higher revealing her unfettered bottom. The sound of his zipper made her slit weep in anticipation. The touch of his probing cock into her brown hole was delicious.

The pretty nun steadied herself and reached back with her free hand to pull one cheek to the side. This simple gesture assured Umberto his ministrations were not unwelcome and he pushed his rampant cock deep up inside Ursula’s fundament. She sighed in both resignation and relief to have the male cock fully seated inside her ample bottom. Neither of them spoke a word and the young lad paused to savor the moment. The sight of the helpless nun bent over the barrel was a spur to his basic instinct to impale this female without delay.

Poor Ursula groaned her satisfaction to an empty basement except for the ears of Umberto and herself. This was a scene never before played out in the convent basement. The sounds of anal sex were never heard by the silent basement walls. Dusty statues of forgotten Saints looked on in mute dismay at the spectacle in front of them.

“Sister, I can’t help myself. I have to do it!”

“I know, Umberto, It is all right, It is my fault. I am the sinner here, not you. Please keep pumping, dear boy, I am almost there.”

Umberto slapped Ursula’s ass cheeks as he started to unleash the full fury of his spending load. His face screwed up into a contorted gargoyle of lust and sheer pleasure.

Sister Ursula was starting to convulse with an anal orgasm of some magnitude. Her pussy lips were, unfortunately somewhat inside the barrel and a fine spray descended on the remaining cookies giving them a unique flavor elusive to the memory of those addicted to the sweet snack.

The splash of the delivery boy’s creamy cum filled Ursula’s rectum to the rim. She groaned as she resumed her upright stance and handed a full bag to the young lad.

“These are for you, Umberto, you have been a very good worker today and I appreciate everything you have done to assist me. I will remember your efforts for quite some time.”

The returned to the kitchen with a suspicious stare from Sister Dominique who kept a close and jealous eye over every move that Ursula made.

The delivery boy left through the rear door and holding up the full bag of cookies, said,

“Thank you so much for the treat, Sister; you have really made my day.”

Dominique frowned but kept silent. It was just too unlikely that anything had happened in the basement. Her Ursula was far too pious for anything of that sort.