Darkness clung to my room in the convent. Knocks jolted me awake before dawn. Sister Florence burst in, 26, stern. ‘Up! Breakfast. Dress quick.’ She tossed the thin uniform. My clothes? Gone. Naked underneath, skin prickling. Heart thudded. I obeyed.
Thirty young nuns at the long wooden table. Silence thick. No eyes met. Bell rang. They trotted out. I chased, breathless. Cold courtyard. Frost bit my bare legs under the robe. Rows formed. Mother Elisabeth rode in on black horse, haughty. ‘New girl, Emilie, step forward.’ Terror gripped me. Smiled weakly at the circle.
The Fever
‘Welcome ceremony tonight. Back to your room.’ Sister Lucie led me. Thighs flashed as she unlocked. Kiss on cheek. Bible left. Ignored it. Candles flickered. Evening fell fast. Lucie returned. ‘Time.’ Huge tiled room, blinding white. Ten naked girls in circle. Mother on throne, clothed. Lucie stripped, joined.
‘Undress, Emilie.’ Robe slipped off. Exposed. Pussy tingled. Heat built low in belly. Fear mixed with ache. Never craved women, but wetness betrayed me. They’d guide. I’d yield. Two flanked me. Sat in chair. Legs spread. Lucie’s breath hot on my slit. Heart hammered. She kissed it. Soft pecks sparked lightning. Lips pressed harder. Clit throbbed.
The rise burned slow, relentless. Pulse raced. Skin flushed hot.
Lucie knelt closer. Tongue flicked clit, up-down. Sucked it hard. Waves crashed. I came, silent, melting. She grinned, left. Berenice and Sandra advanced. Sandra dove in, tongue plunging pussy. Berenice licked tits, nipples hardening under flicks. Finger circled clit, then thrust inside. Fast pumps. Second orgasm ripped quick. Breath ragged.
The Blaze
Three more. Melanie positioned me doggy over Floriane. I devoured her pussy first time. Juicy, sweet. Found her spot. She bucked. Melanie’s tongue on my cunt, rimming ass. Angelique watched, fingering, candle in hand. Fingers spread cheeks. Saliva lubed hole. Candle tip pressed anus. Tense. Finger in pussy relaxed me. It slid in. Thick wax stretched. I rocked back, impaled.
Angelique fucked my ass deep. Lost focus on Floriane. They licked my dripping slit together, swapping juices, kissing sloppy. Fountain poured. Candle out, into pussy. Begged for it. ‘Fuck me!’ They called me slut. Cries echoed. Final scream, cum gushed around wax.
Mother spoke: ‘Sister Emilie now. Welcome.’ Chanted back. Lucie handed tall lit candle. Back to room. Slept deep, dreams of flesh and flame.
Morning. Soaked sheets. Fingered furiously to peak. Nun life ignited.