Church Pussy, Virgin Girl

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It was a true act of being selfless. True devotion to God.

Material things didn't matter anymore. The expensive dresses, the parties, the lavish lifestyle of glamor. None of it meant anything. I wanted to be selfless like her and be a true servant. What my body needed, I could provide for myself. I do things in the bath or my bedroom which makes me blush. If I'm in a deviant mood and my body is crying for extra attention, I still turn to Sister Agatha for her tongue and spiritual guidance.

Now you understand me. My deepest and darkest secrets are yours to ponder. I'm telling you this in hopes that you have a better understanding. And I want you to know that your body is a sacred temple. Sex is a part of life, that's true, but there are ways to handle your natural curiosities.

The Nun

When the story is over, I keep my gaze on Emily, wondering how she's handling this turn of events. We have always represented purity in her eyes. That's the way it should be. Now we represent something else, something perhaps more human.

"Speak to me."

Emily sits upright. "I listened to every word, but it's difficult to process this information while you're wearing a robe and veil."

"Sometimes a dress can carry sophisticated messages that subtly describe a woman's perspective on sexuality."

"And you feel that way about what you're wearing?"

"I do," Malena says. "That's not the case for everyone, but it's true with me. My robe represents my relationship with God along with my relationship with my own body, including my sexuality. Does this make sense?"

"Yes, it does."

"How does that make you feel?"

"You might not want to know."

"Tell me."

Emily purses her lips. "You have experience and I have none, but in a way, I feel like I understand you. I understand the needs you have, because I have them as well."

"As you'll come to learn, every woman has the same needs, but to varying degrees."

"Really?"

"This is the reason why women need erotic conversations with a confidant. These things aren't taught in books or schools. This kind of knowledge is passed down through word of mouth, in private, to protect the reputations of those involved."

"And me? Where do I fit in?"

Malena's eyes travel up and down the young student. "Your sexual appetite appears higher than most. Being young and naive can be a dangerous thing. If you're interested -- only if you're interested -- then I can guide you in these matters."

"Will I be judged?"

"By whom?"

"God or you."

"We have this fallacy in society that religion must be separate from sex. That is wrong. Spirituality and belief are about the full humanness of who we are. And so, sexuality and spirituality co-exist, except in the minds of those who wish to control our bodies."

Emily takes a moment to ponder these important words. The tears in her eyes had dried a long time ago. Now she's thinking, facing perhaps the most important decision she's ever made in her young life. I've been in Emily's position before. I know how she feels. I know how her cunt must be thumping.

"If you're willing to teach me, then I would be interested in learning."

The girl hangs her head down after making the request. She needs to work on her confidence, but I suspect these issues will be resolved soon enough.

"Have you ever engaged in tongue pleasures before?" Malena asks.

"Never. Nothing beyond a simple kiss on the mouth."

"With a male or female?"

"Male."

"Without an oral fixation, sex is very dull. A woman should be proud of her oral obsession. It will also maintain your chastity, while satisfying your carnal desires. Come here. Stand in front of me."

Emily stands and walks to her in slow and hesitant movements. Her head still hangs down, she's looking at the floor, her hands are clasped in the front.

"Yes?" the girl asks.

"Open my top. It should be easy. I'm wearing nothing underneath."

The girl's eyes go wide. Soon she'll be seeing something sacred. And I'm sure she's surprised to learn that there's nothing beneath Malena's dress.

Her hands go to work, opening the top of the black dress to reveal voluptuous breasts that protrude forward with light brown nipples. I wonder if she can smell the lemon juice that had been used to clean them earlier.

"Yes?"

"What do you think? Suck them. They've already been washed."

Emily hesitates, then kneels and brings her mouth forward. I'm sure she's terrified of doing this to a holy woman, and in front of me, but the girl has desires which need to be met. She takes a nipple into her mouth and I can hear the sloppy sucking sounds. Greedy girl. I was the same way when I was that age.

This goes on for a while and she sucks and grabs both breasts. Her mouth takes equal turns on each nipple. While observing them together, I slip my hand below and touch myself, putting my finger inside. This goes on for a while and I almost cum.

"That's quite enough. Now I want you to lay on the table. I'm going to give you a gift, then in the days to come I will explain how you can give yourself pleasure."

"Are you going to..."

"Yes, I'm going to kiss you down there."

This scares Emily to the core, but in a good way. I'm sure she never expected to receive such a thing since becoming a student here. Never in her wildest dream.

Emily sits on the table, being mindful to keep her dress down. Even in the midst of her first time receiving pleasure of this magnitude, her respectful nature is still that. I like that about her. It's a great sign and she'll make an excellent apprentice.

The girl's face winces as Malena tosses the bottom of her dress upward and pulls the white garments away to reveal the treasure. From where I'm sitting, I can only see the light brown color of Emily's curly pubic hair. Malena looks, inspects, plays with the labia and spreads it open, then brings her lips and tongue forward to proceed with this act of pleasure.

Emily's body jerks and clenches and she gasps out loud, as if this were a spiritual possession. She's never felt this before, nor will she feel this again with anyone else, because Malena has full lips and a wealth of experience. Malena's mouth has godly powers behind it. The poor girl cries. Her first experience is trial by fire.

While the feast is happening, I walk to them and sit beside the table to provide care for Emily during this critical time of need. These are the formative years of her sexuality and I want to make sure she's handling this correctly. I hold her hand and she squeezes mine in return. These feelings may be too much for a virgin to handle, but I defer judgment to Malena on these matters.

Oh, how the girl's face looks. She stares at the ceiling, her eyes are watching God and her faith is stronger than ever. If feelings like this exist in the world, then surely it's a sign of what exists in the universe. I squeeze her hand. She squeezes my hand tighter. Her eyes stay focused on the ceiling, that long stare with a vision of God at the other end.

When she finally cums she clenches her eyes shut and grits her teeth. Tears stream from her clenched eyes and the tears roll back to her ears and hair. Her grip on my hand is even tighter. I listen to the wet noises that Malena is making with Emily's entrance. That sucking and slurping and sounds of wetness. Better than any church choir.

She rests on the table, breathing heavily. Her hand goes limp. I go to the kitchen sink for a bowl of water and two clean clothes. I place the bowl on the table and Malena appreciates that I wet a cloth and clean her mouth. Her lips are glistening with flavor.

"You could have gone easier on her. That was a virgin's first time."

Malena gulps and swallows. "A girl must learn. You were also hard on me."

"That's because you were a bad girl."

I dip the other cloth into the bowl of water and wipe the mound and labia of Emily's private area. It's my first time seeing it and the sight is perfect. The hair around the vagina is wet from saliva and trickles of orgasm still leak from the pink hole. That tight little hole. Her labia shines with saliva. The clitoris is swollen.

After the saliva and fluids are wiped clean she's ready for bed. I put the soiled cloth in the bowl and stroke her hair, waking her.

"You need to get to bed. There's a busy schedule tomorrow."

She nods, feeling ashamed that I witnessed her private moment of rapture. Then I help Emily to her feet and smooth her dress so that she looks refreshed. Malena gives her a goodnight kiss on the lips. The girl kisses back.

With our arms locked together, I help Emily up the stairs and toward the bathroom. I feel that her knees are still weak from the orgasm, which is the reason I'm holding her. She leans on me. I know the effects of an intense orgasm can be overwhelming for a young virgin.

I close the door to the bathroom when we get inside, and when Emily sits on the toilet, I tuck her hair behind her ears. How beautiful she looks. So pure.

"This is our secret, okay? No one else can know."

"Yes, this is our secret, Sister Agatha, thank you so much."

"Good girl. You've always been a good girl."

"I've never cum like that in my life," she says. "Never thought it was possible."

"The body given to you by God is full of impossible wonders. Once you know the secrets, then your powers are endless. Now relieve yourself, you should already be in bed."

I kiss Emily on the forehead as she starts to pee. I look between her legs. The stream is laced with her cum and she quivers. The sound of her pee splashing in the water is loud. She sits there until every drop is gone. I look into her eyes, the girl is emotionally exhausted and still processing this experience.

When she finishes, I use tissue to wipe between her legs. She's able to stand with her strength returning. She washes her hands and looks at herself in the mirror, then she turns to me, managing to smile for the first time tonight. I smile back. I'm someone who rarely smiles at students, but she's earned it.

I walk with her to the bedroom and tuck her into bed, making her promise to be a good girl, to respect her body and respect God, and she thanks me for the lessons. I rub her breasts and then kiss her lips. She kisses me back.

The End

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ArseniqueArsenique8 months ago

There's a reason that you have nearly 20K followers and almost all of your stories are rated 4.5 or more! This story is a gem, much deeper than most Lit fare. A delicate touch throughout. I didn't see the surprise at the end coming. Really, it's a perfect story. Thank you.

AnonymousAnonymous11 months ago

Excellent story well written and nice emotional depth. Be nice if there was a second chapter regarding Emily's further education by the good sisters

AnonymousAnonymousabout 1 year ago

Such a lovely story 5*

NewEroticaWriterNewEroticaWriterabout 1 year ago

Very nice story. Well written too. 5 stars. My only criticism would be that in one or two places, I found it difficult to know who was speaking.

But thank you so much for writing this. I throughly enjoyed it!

šŸŒ¹Monroe

lc69hunterlc69hunterabout 1 year ago

destroying the myths about God, sex and morality. Well done

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