Breast Obsession

One of the other women who had recently overcome breast cancer with surgery said that one time when she had the nuns over, she showed them her breast post-surgery, and then also how to examine them for lumps, etc. by demonstrating on her good breast. That sounded potentially hot to demonstrate that for the nuns, even though I didn't want to know what became of the other breast after they had removed the cancer from it.

One of the younger women, Janine, was remarking one time about how her nipples were protruding through her tank top because she didn't have a bra on, and that Sr. Mary Francis said something to her like, "What's this?", before reaching out and squeezing on one of the nipples (while giggling, of course). To which, another younger woman spoke up about a similar experience with Sr. Johanna.

One of the newer women, who hadn't been around that long (unless I just never saw her) liked to wear silk scarves. Not thinking anything of it one time when she was wearing something with a lot of cleavage and the scarf covering it, she said Sr. Johanna reached for the end of the scarf that was draped over her cleavage, and in the process of doing so, said she could feel Sr. Johanna's knuckles as they pressed into her breast. That seemed to be the extent of her account. It left me wishing to hear more, though probably nothing more happened.

I was hoping to hear her say that Sister tied her hands behind her back with the scarf and started feeling her.

There was Olivia, who was tall, not far from 6 ft. I believe she was in her mid 40's with dark curly short hair that she must have been coloring, because gray hairs would appear from time to time. She said she didn't wear bras out there because she enjoyed the feeling of her perky nipples against her light dresses that the wind on the water would cause. She was telling Claudia and a few others that it made her feel sexy.

Apparently, she invited the nuns out to her beachfront place, and described a light blue light dress she was wearing with ruffles (I forgot and couldn't make out very well what she called it). She told the other women that she invited the nuns to come out on the back deck. She said she was standing in the corner on her back deck with her back against the water, with her arms resting on the railings as they joined at the corner. While she was looking out to her left side, the wind blew the strap on the right side down of a light blue one piece dress with ruffles, exposing her right breast since she wasn't wearing a bra.

Sister Johanna came over to her and in the process of trying to help cover her back up (presumably by pulling the strap up), Olivia told them that she could feel Sister's fingers making "incidental" contact with the exposed breast.

A few weeks later, one of the women whom Olivia shared this with said that she invited Sr. Johanna over one afternoon for tea and cookies. She said she teased Sister by coming out to the living room from the kitchen with her left breast pulled out of the cleavage of her top, so that when she bent over to set the tray down in front of Sister, her exposed boob was swaying back and forth a little. When she stood back upright after setting down the tray, she said Sister got up from the sofa, tried to pull on the top to have it cover up the exposed breast, and sure enough in the process, apparently made contact with her breast as she tried to tuck it underneath.

It seemed the women were motivated by the stories the other would tell them to want to set up scenarios to have their own incidents, as if they had caught on to the nuns' proclivities and ran with it.

I had a hard time imagining the verbal encouragement they sometimes claimed they would give the nuns. Things they would tell each other they said, like, "It's okay. You won't break 'em.", "Your eyes are saying you want to explore them. Go ahead.", and I forget what else. Many of them would mention that the nuns would giggle, which was something I could imagine and hear in my head, as I've heard them do it before.

Would there be a situation where they'd be giggling when they have Ellen over to their pool? I couldn't help but wonder.

Chapter 4:

One of the things that I was kind of surprised at, a few new nuns to the convent were not excluded from this perversion, as I would come to learn via eavesdropping that they would undergo their own experiences after transferring to this convent. I took it as the nuns looked upon it with a "new nuns, new tits" outlook.

There was Sr. Natalie, a plain clothes nun who has just transferred from another convent. She was about mid 30's, kind of tall and slender, with short brown hair and glasses. One of the mothers from the mothers' guild, Virginia, was kind of close to her, as they had gone to Catholic school together when they were kids. They had kept in touch, and once Sr. Natalie transferred here, they both belonged to the same parish.

Sr. Natalie had confided in Virginia about a dark experience that she had in an airport that eventually Sr. Mary Francis would come to know. Apparently when going through security, the screeners assumed she was a man by her build, her short hair, and long face. It turns out that airport security had set the scanner for "man", so her boobs triggered an anomaly that resulted in essentially a partial strip search by a male security officer, since they assumed she was one herself.

Since it was suspected that she was a "he", a male security officer took Sr. Natalie to a private room, where she was asked to remove her blazer and her top. Since she was traveling with a priest and didn't want them to miss their flight, she reluctantly complied, hoping to be done with her plight ASAP. After she unbuttoned and removed her top, it was revealed that she was wearing a white heavy cloth wrap around her chest. It was suspected that "he" might be wearing it to conceal something "he" may have been trying to smuggle in underneath it.

The cloth wrap was worn by some nuns from this particular religious order as a means of concealing their womanly figures, since they were not wearing traditional habits.

It was very humiliating to this virgin nun to be forced to bare her breasts before this man who was not even a doctor. And then if that hadn't been enough, he approached her as she stood topless, proceeded to unfasten the top of her slacks (I imagine that meant unbuttoning and perhaps unzipping). Apparently he reached in and gave her a brief pat down over her crotch over her panties, presumably checking for male genitalia. Sr. Natalie was very outraged, and planned to sue. She did win a settlement, and the proceeds went to the parish. But the trauma of what she had experienced would stay with her for a while.

It was thought that a change of scenery might be good for her, which prompted the transfer to this convent. Sr. Mary Francis had been filled in on what had happened to Sr. Natalie, and wanted to discuss it with her as a means of trying to help with the healing process. Dare I use "allegedly trying to help", as I suspected this might have just been an excuse for Sr. Mary Francis to see Sr. Natalie's breasts.

With me listening in from the projector room next door, Sr. Natalie told Virginia that Sr. Mary Francis goaded her to describe AND demonstrate her ordeal. Sr. Mary Francis encouraged her to do as she had to do at the airport. Sr. Natalie was hesitant to have to go through it again in front of anybody, as she had always managed to keep other nuns from seeing her body.

After removing her pullover top, Sr. Mary Francis could see Sr. Natalie was still wearing the wrap. She assured Sr. Natalie that she doesn't have to wear it anymore, and she began unraveling it from around Sr. Natalie's chest. Upon seeing Sr. Natalie's breasts, she commented that wearing the wrap for about 15 years or so was making them lose their shape and become deformed, as she felt them a little bit. Sr. Mary Francis gave her a support bra to wear, and said she was going to find more for her that would help bring her breasts back to normal.

I could sense a lot of awkwardness in Sr. Natalie's voice as she quietly told Virginia that Sr. Mary Francis started touching them as if she were examining them. Then again feeling them over the bra she put on her. It sounded like Sr. Natalie was starting to cry as she revealed this. I don't know if Sr. Natalie ever discovered the tendencies we all suspected or knew Sr. Mary Francis to have.

Suddenly, all I could think about was that if Sr. Mary Francis would be aggressive toward another nun like this, what lay in store for Ellen?

Had that been the only story from a nun I had heard, maybe I wouldn't have had the anxiety I did.

But there were 2 more.

One nun who had recently transferred out of the convent and onto another, had been at the convent a short time, having been also transferred for change of scenery following trauma purposes.

Sr. Noreen, another plain clothes nun near 60 who stopped wearing traditional garb a few years prior, had been arrested at a protest rally for abortion in a tough city. She had gray hair with a wavy long curl across the front that had some body to it.

Apparently when she had been taken downtown for processing, she had set off a metal detector which wound up being due to the metal crucifix on a chain she was wearing. But it wasn't discovered or concluded until after she had to strip topless in front of both a male and a female officer. Since she was used to having it always on around her neck and never took it off, she didn't think anything of the fact she had been wearing it.

She had equated the experience to having to carry her own cross (for carrying a crucifix around her neck, how ironic), and it stayed with her for a long time.

So the decision was made shortly after that ordeal, to have her transferred to this convent. The rumor going around was that Sr. Mary Francis tried some tactic(s) to get her to feel positive about her body by either bathing her and caressing her breasts, or caressing her over her bathing top in the pool. But that was all rumor and I couldn't be sure what was actually true, exaggerated, or somewhere in between. All I could surmise is that something apparently happened.

Then there was the rumor about Sr. Kathleen, which was speculated to be started by Sr. Kathleen herself, as she was very outgoing. One of the nuns apparently walked in on her while she was either nude or topless in the bathroom at the convent. Right away Sr. Kathleen assumed it was intentional, as she shared some remark like, "Convents are all the same", or something like that. By the time I overheard a few women discussing it, it seemed like second or third hand account, only as reliable as how the "telephone" game usually plays out.

Chapter 5:

On the day Ellen would go to the nuns' pool, Sr. Mary Francis had me go to her aunt's to mow her lawn. Her aunt had a full thick gray head of hair, and a somewhat large frame with seemingly big hands and arms. Her breasts seemed on the large side too, from what I could see. I had recognized her from a picture I saw from a party for Sr. Mary Francis. Sister's aunt sat beside her on chairs, with 4 or 5 women standing behind them. The aunt locked Sister's arm around her, pulling it into her large breast. But up until I went to the aunt's house to mow the lawn and saw her there, I didn't realize they were related to each other.

I went over in a tank top, shorts, and a jockstrap underneath. It was a hot day, ideal for being in a pool. Although Ellen was able to be in the nuns' pool and take advantage of the day, Sr. Mary Francis' aunt had no pool. Just a sizeable lawn of about an acre to mow. As I mowed the lawn, my imagination was running wild, as I couldn't stop thinking about and wondering what was happening over at the convent. Would one of the nuns walk in on Ellen while she was changing in or out of a bathing suit. Would they sneak a feel while they were in the pool. It was plaguing my mind, as I was thinking that they were aggressive enough to do something and somehow get away with it.

After I had finished mowing the lawn, the aunt told me to come inside. I thought she was going to offer me some lemonade or something cool to drink, and that afterward, I would just head home and jump in the shower. I wasn't prepared for what she had in mind once I walked in her house.

"Follow me", she told me once I got inside the side door and it closed behind me. We walked through the kitchen, and I began to think that maybe she needed me to do something for her that may have involved lifting, carrying, or reaching for something up high. She led me into the bathroom. It seemed slightly larger than a typical bathroom. The upper half of it was painted yellow, while the lower half was dark blue tile with white trim. Aside from a toilet, it had a sizeable sink with a vanity, and a decent size bath tub with a large diameter shower head. She didn't turn on a light, for there was a skylight that seemed to provide an ample amount of light.

"Now you're gonna get a nice bath." After complying when she ordered me to get my sneakers and socks off, I was told, "Raise your arms", as she lifted my sweaty tank top over my head. Still in a little bit of shock that this was happening, I was slow to go from there and remove my shorts. Surprisingly, she grabbed my shorts and yanked them down next, leaving me standing there in just my jockstrap. I felt a complicated combination of awkwardness and arousal, as I was exposed in my jockstrap to a woman for the first time. Not even Ellen had ever seen me wearing one before. I nearly felt like covering my pouch with my hands, but my arms just froze at my sides.

"Oo-oh, nice! Never seen one of these before", as she winked at me while proceeding to be playful as she tugged on one of the rear straps, snapping it against my ass. She ran her fingertips briefly against the pouch, as if to feel the fabric of it out of curiosity. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock, and that an erection was imminent. Even though I considered her to be an old woman, I had never been touched like this by a woman before. And I certainly did not see this coming. I was already feeling like a man, having just mowed the lawn for this lady. But now she was making me feel even more like a man, as she was seemingly bringing out my manhood.

As I felt her fingers against my waist, grabbing hold of the waistband of my jock to lower it, I felt like I was starting to get weak, as it felt like she was taking control over my body. She grabbed the waistband near the center with both hands, and then slid her fingers out to either end at my hips, and it felt so arousing, having it start to slide down and expose me. As she lowered the jock down below my knees, essentially stripping me nude, my now hard cock sprang out and pointed straight ahead. I stepped out of the jock once it was around my ankles. I could have never imagined that this older lady was going to strip me nude after mowing her lawn.

Once I had become nude, she then unbuttoned her blouse rather quickly and threw it off, followed her bra too, leaving her clad in only leopard print swim suit panties. I would have thought she might have just stripped to a 2 piece leopard print swim suit. I was shocked that she had bared her heavy sagging breasts in front of this stranger she had just met for the first time, without any qualms.

She grabbed a hold of my body from behind and guided me into the shower. The water had been running a little to warm up, and was thankfully at the ideal temperature as I was thrust in and scrubbed thoroughly, while she stood behind me.

As I underwent this experience, it successfully took my mind off Ellen being at the nuns' pool. For I was having my own adventure, that with all the nudity involved, I couldn't help but feeling somewhat sexual. My erection was sustaining itself the entire time, while she maintained a grip on me with one hand as she bathed and scrubbed me down with the other. It was almost as if she was worried that if she let me go, either I wouldn't be able to stand on my own, or I'd run out of there or something. Her hold on me made me feel kind of like I was "imprisoned", and something about it was turning me on, especially while I could feel her very large drooping breasts rubbing against me.

After she finished scrubbing down my entire body including shampooing my hair, the unthinkable happened.

She reached over to a tube that was sitting on the ledge, briefly let go of me as she squirted something into her hand. Then after resuming a hold of my arm with one hand, she reached around my body while still standing behind me, and she grabbed my erect cock. Then she took her other hand off my arm and reach around and grabbed my balls. As she squeezed and kneaded them, her hand felt like it had been saturated with liquid soap. My balls were being lathered up, and it felt as if my pubic hair were being shampooed.

While with her other hand, she began stroking me.

I could not believe this was happening. I had just met this lady and was there to mow her lawn. Little would I know that subsequently to doing so, she would literally strip me, bathe me, and now she was masturbating me while she had me by the balls! And she was the aunt of a nun, no less!

My body was feeling weak, and my knees started to buckle, causing my body to start to sink. I knew she could sense this, as her arms squeezed tighter around me while continuing to stroke my cock and maintaining a firm hold of my balls. It seemed like in no time, the ejaculate just shot out of me, hitting the wall about a foot or so away. My knees just wanted to buckle again, and I felt like I was running out of breath and was ready to collapse.

She grabbed a nearby washcloth, wet it under the shower water, and rubbed down my cock with it to clean it off in conjunction with the running water. Then she shut the water off, stepped out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and proceeded to dry me off with it. My body was feeling so refreshed, and as strange and somewhat shocking as it all seemed, I felt like I had just had a really nice experience. One that I was sure would stay on my mind throughout the ride home.

But at some point on the ride home, my thoughts shifted back to Ellen at the nuns' pool. I couldn't help but wonder if Sister Mary Francis took advantage of an opportunity to touch her body, especially with Sister's aunt having just touched mine in the way that she did. It spoiled my good mood and feeling good, as I found myself being overcome with anxiety again at the thought of what may have happened to a naive and vulnerable Ellen.

When I had eventually met up with Ellen to go out for dinner, my intuition told me something was not right with her. I would bet money that something happened that made her feel uncomfortable. I tried not to ask anything beyond how it went in general, as she seemed she didn't want to say anything at all about it. I didn't even get an answer when I asked her who else was there. I knew she had kind of felt forced into accepting the invite, because it wasn't like we could say no to the nuns. It just seemed weird to me that they always saw us together in church and knew we were a couple. Yet to invite her without me seemed somewhat odd, although I did realize that having a man in a nuns' private pool would no doubt be frowned upon.

Still, it made me uptight that she was there alone with them without me, as if I could have "protected" her somehow, just by my being there. But then the dichotomy of feeling that way, but then also feeling like I was actually an accomplice, to a fait accompli. The fact that I had let her go there without informing her beforehand of what these nuns had been up to with women from the mothers' guild.

It just seemed doubtful she would ever confide in me as to what had happened to her, assuming something did of course, and I didn't think it was likely she would tell anyone at all what she had experienced. I tried to give her the impression over the next few weeks that I was there for her, in the hopes that if something happened, that she would open up to me about it. I knew I most definitely could not ask her directly, and I certainly was not ready to open up to her, or anyone else for that matter, about all I learned from mothers guild gatherings, etc.