Janes Initiation by a Strict NunJanes Initiation by a Strict NunThe blonde bombshell bounded up the steps to St. Monica’s School forGirls. Her unusually large breasts bouncing up and down and side-to-sidelike small cantaloupes trapped in a bra. Her petite frame and figure wereidentical to Jenna, except her breasts were even LARGER than Jenna’s. Withan easy pull she opened the large heavy wooden front door to the school andwalked in.Her firm tight ass swayed easily from side-to-side and each step caused hershort navy mini to flip at the ends as she walked. Navy colored pumps withfour-inch heels echoed each confident step, as the perky nineteen year oldsauntered toward the school office.”Hello,” she bubbled to the school secretary, “I’m Jane. I’m here to seeJenna Tarp. She’s my cousin.”The elderly woman sized up the pretty young teenager and surmised that shewas indeed Ms. Tarp’s cousin. “In fact,” she breathed to herself, “theycould be sisters.” Not one to be particularly inclined to notice suchthings the secretary absolutely could not stop staring Jane’s HUGEbreasts. They were magnificent in size, shape and perkiness. And squishedinto that tight crop top and push-up bra didn’t help hide them. She had toblink to stop the mental image of lifting both those mammary’s in her handsand hefting their weight as she squeezed them together. “Wonderful,” sheunwittingly said out loud.”Pardon me?” asked Jane.Stunned, the secretary muttered, “I’m sorry. It was nothing.” Chagrinned ather verbal slip, the secretary broke her inappropriate stare at theteenagers chest and told her she’d let Ms. Tarp know she was here.Just by chance, Trisha and Barb happened by the office when their ‘radar’went off. Simultaneously they both looked in and saw that glorious figurestanding at the counter. As if walking into a wall, they both stopped deadin their tracks and hugged each other like they’d just won the lottery.Without uttering a word, the two knew they HAD to see her face. Seeing hershapely frame from the rear sent bursts of arousal into both girls pussies.”I hope she’s in my Science class,” whispered Trisha, assuming the girl wasa new student.”Me too,” agreed Barb. “She’s so tiny. What grade do you think she’s in?””Probably 6th,” figured Trisha.Quickly devising an excuse to enter the office the two taller domineeringteens walked in.Making eye contact with the secretary, Trisha said, “We’re here to get…”Trisha’s mouth fell open and the words stopped coming out as Jane turned tosee who had just walked in.Both girls faces looked stunned and shocked and their eyes were glued tothe perfect set of the largest breasts they’d ever seen. Neither one movedfor several seconds. They couldn’t believe their eyes.Not until the secretary piped up and asked, “You’re here for what?” did thepair break off their stares at the “pair”.Trisha could barely speak. She forget her excuse and stammered, “Uh, we’rehere, uh, for, uh…” She frantically turned to Barb and flapped her handfor help.”We, uh, need to know, uh, what time lunch is,” winced Barb and theludicrous thing she blurted out.”What?!” asked an annoyed secretary. “Hey, aren’t you girls in Ms. Tarp’sEnglish class?””Uh, yes,” answered a confused Trisha.”Well then maybe you can take this young woman to see her. This is hercousin, Jane.”Then and only then was Trisha able to f***e her eyes from the mammoth,succulent breasts within easy reach of her mouth to look higher and see thegirls face. Her mouth dropped open again when she saw the resemblance toMs. Tarp.”Uh, sure, we can take her,” Trisha said as she swallowed the pool of droolthat had formed in the back of her throat. “I’m Trisha,” she said as sheextended her hand, “and this is Barb.””Hi girls. I’m Jane,” she said shaking their hands.”Well come on, let’s go,” Trisha said as she elbowed Barb to lead the way.The three girls chitchatted as they slowly walked down the emptycorridor. Trish and Barb pumped the young teen for information. They wantedto know what she knew about Jenna’s submission and it turned out that sheknew nothing. In fact, Jenna didn’t even know she had a cousin. Jane hadonly learned of Jenna about a month ago when her mom told her she had asister Linda that she hadn’t seen for years and that she’d heard Linda hadraised her other sister’s daughter after she died in an accident when thegirl was just a c***d.As the trio strolled past the library, Trisha got a brilliant idea. Whatbetter way to indoctrinate Ms. Tarp’s long lost cousin than to have herwait in the library with old sister Elizabeth? sister Elizabeth was wellknown throughout the school for her blatant groping of the students. Shehad been assigned to the library because of its infrequent contact with thestudents and its public setting. Both things designed to limit her tendencyto ‘feel up’ some of the girls. Even Trisha hated the old nun because ofher shameless gooses in crowded hallways. When students saw her coming theyknew to give her a wide berth or risk a hand under their skirt or worse.”Hey,” Trish stopped, “I think it’d be best if we had Jane wait in hereuntil Ms. Tarp’s class finishes,” she said with a wink to Barb.Instantly reading her friends’ evil mind, Barb agreed, “Yeah, you’reright.”Taking Jane by both arms the two girls ushered the unsuspecting teenagerinto the library. “We’ll introduce you to the librarian,” informed Trisha,barely able to contain her excitement at the thought of watching the oldnun grope the gorgeous teen.sister Elizabeth was sitting behind her desk doing paperwork when thelibrary doors swung open and three girls walked in. Looking over the top ofher glasses, she pushed them back on her nose to sharpen the fuzzy image ofthree females. Her eyes widened and her tongue swept past her wrinkled lipsas her vision cleared on the center pair of tits.”sister Elizabeth can Ms. Tarp’s cousin wait here for a couple hours untilMs. Tarp’s classes finish?” asked Trisha sweetly, knowing full well thatgiving sister Elizabeth a couple hours ALONE with a babe like this was likethrowing meat to a lion.Choking on her own good fortune, sister Elizabeth grunted, “Sure. But youtwo can’t stay.” There was no way she was going to let a couple studentsruin an otherwise perfect opportunity. bursa escort “You leave now, hear?””Okay, thanks sister,” giddily replied Trisha as she grabbed Barb’s arm andfaked like they were going to leave.After pushing open the library door, the two quickly ducked behind abookcase to safely watch the action that was sure to come.sister Elizabeth upon hearing the door close came out from behind her deskand sized up the young delicacy that stood before her, “A cousin, eh?” shebegan, “if you don’t mind, could you give me a” she let her voice trailoff, “hand(ful)”.”Sure, be happy too,” chirped the naive teenager. “What do you need helpwith?””See these books over here?” sister Elizabeth pointed with one hand whilethe other made its way onto Jane’s back and began to rub small circlesaround her bra strap, “I need them put up on the top shelf over there. Seethe ladder?””Uh huh,” acknowledged Jane, ignoring the nice old nun’s overture.Jane picked up a small stack of the dusty old books and pulled them to herchest and headed for the ladder. Clutching the books tightly she carefullyclimbed up the ladder until her ass was just at sister Elizabeth’s face.”That’s far enough,” sister Elizabeth said, “put them on that shelf there.”She pointed to shelf that would cause Jane to reach, hoping that she’dspread her legs for balance.”I don’t think I can reach it,” whimpered a shaky Jane.”Sure you can, just do it. Here, let me help you.” The old nun ran her icycold lumpy fingers along Jane’s outer thighs and upward toward herhips. She intentionally ran her thumbs on the backside of her thighs sothat she fully cupped the firm tight ass with both hands.”Oh,” flinched Jane as the cold fingers made their way under her skirt andcame to rest under her ass. She didn’t want to embarrass the old nun andwas sure it was just an accident, so she didn’t say anything.”Now lean over and put them there. I’ve got you.”Uncertain how much help this old woman would actually be if she slipped andfell, Jane hesitated.Annoyed and growing impatient, sister Elizabeth urged, “Go on now. Doit. Just stick one leg out for balance. I’ve got you.” She squeezed Jane’staut ass to encourage her and show her that she truly did have her. Shesecretly slipped her fingertips into the leg bands of Jane’s thong andslowly started lifting it. She knew Jane was focused on reaching the shelfand not on where her hands were.Taking full advantage of Jane’s distraught condition, the old nun caressedand squeezed the twin globes of flesh nearly at will. She kept running herfingers along the soft skin of Jane’s hips and thighs pushing her pantieshigher and deeper into her ass and crotch.Jane knew she had to reach the shelf if she wanted the nun tostop. Mustering all her will she lifted her left leg and put all her weighton her right and she leaned out and stretched for the shelf.When she was at her most vulnerable, the old nun reached around Jane’sfront and tightly gripped her panties into a thin cord. With her other handpinching the rear part, she see-sawed them deep into the young teen’spussy, effectively splitting it in two.Jane groaned, “Ooooohhhhhh,” when she felt her panties sc****d across herclit and bunch in between her lips. She didn’t know how this could happenbut figured it was because she was so splayed.When sister Elizabeth heard the girl moan she asked, “You okay honey?”Still balanced on one foot and stretching for the shelf, Jane murmured,”uh, y-yes, I, uh, think so.”Watching the old nun ‘do her thing’, Trish and Barb could barely containtheir excitement. Watching the old pervert grope and feel up a gorgeousunsuspecting female was one thing, but knowing that she was Ms. Tarp’scousin made it even better. They both reached under their skirts andsecretly slid their panties off to one side and dipped a finger into theirmoistened slits. It took all their will not to moan out loud.”Don’t worry. I’ve got you,” encouraged the old nun as she tilted her faceand peered under the teen’s skirt. A young pussy so close to her nose wasmore than she could bear. The tiny rosebud of her ass was staring her inher face just begging, ‘eat me’. She moved her hands back under the girlsbutt cheeks and using her thumbs, she pried open the taut ass and stared atthe perfect tight little asshole just inches from her nose. It was takingall her will not to press her tongue in it.”There! I did it,” squealed an excited Jane as she dropped her leg andregained her balance after her success.”Darn it,” muttered sister Elizabeth to herself as her windo w ofopportunity closed with Jane’s legs.Jane climbed down and let out an audible sigh of relief, “Phew. Thank Godthat’s over.””Yeah. Thank God,” sighed the disappo inted nun.Suddenly another wonderful opportunity presented itself. “Oh my. You’re alldirty now. Let me dust you off,” sister Elizabeth offered. Without waitingfor permission she started stroking the young teens’ massivebreasts. Enthusiastically brushing with both hands, she was delighted tosee two long nipples spring to life.”Oh, that’s okay,” stammered an embarrassed Jane as she tried to dust herown chest off.”Now STOP THAT!” insisted the old nun. She was getting annoyed and the teenhad her so heated that she was tired of things getting in her way. “I’ll doit.”The old nun grabbed the bottom of Jane’s crop top and pulled it out andaway from her stomach. With the other hand she stroked at the fabric,making sure she ended each stroke at those fabulous nipples.Seizing an opportunity the old nun told the teen, “Oh, this just won’t do,”she ordered, “Raise your arms.”Jane didn’t know what to make of the situation. She knew the old nun wasjust trying to be helpful, but her top wasn’t even that dirty, just acouple smudges. Before she could even rationalize why the nun was makingsuch a big deal about nothing, she instinctively did as the nun ordered andraised her arms.Maybe it was all those years in Catholic school that made her so obedientto the directives of a nun or maybe it was the nun’s age or perhaps it wasthe tone of voice she used or maybe it was because the nun was so muchtaller than she. In any case, Jane never really questioned ‘why’, she justdid it.But before Jane even figured it out, her top was yanked bursa escort bayan over her head andoff her arms.”There now, let me get this cleaned up for you.”Jane cringed with embarrassment and crossed her arms over her chest.”Now, now,” started sister Elizabeth, “there’s no need for that. We’re allgirls here,” she smirked.Jane smiled at her silliness and began to relax. “Yes, you’re right. Itjust took me a little by surprise. That’s all.””Let me check your bra to make sure none of this dirt made it through. Dropyour arms!” sternly ordered the nun, sensing Jane’s submissive nature.Jane immediately did as she was told. She didn’t even know why, she justdid it.Trish looked Barb as the two secretly crouched behind a bookcase. Barb knewwhat the look was for. They both could see that Jane was ripe for thepicking. She was so submissive already. Furiously their fingers worked ontheir throbbing clits as visions of mastering another little Tarp danced intheir heads.The old nun grabbed the two huge melons like she were holding abasketball. She lifted and hefted the huge pair of tits and pretended toexamine the bra for dirt.Jane just stood there. Embarrassed, yes, but she just let the nun conducther silly inspection anyway. It was funny though, as she looked down at thenun’s old wrinkled bumpy fingers supporting her breasts as they did, Janefelt something in her stomach. It was like a twinge or something. Seeingthose old hands manipulate her breasts the way they were was strange. Theold ladies face was so close to them, too.Bending forward at the waist, sister Elizabeth leaned close to the youngteens tits. So close in fact, that she could smell them. The aroma of damp,dewy nervous sweat that clung to the girls’ cleavage was intoxicating. Shelifted the breasts as she squeezed them together.”Ooohhh,” sighed Jane inadvertently. She bit her lower lip and hoped theold nun didn’t hear her mistaken sigh. “Can you please finish?” shewhispered hoping not to offend the old woman.”My eyes aren’t what they used to be,” she said. “Come over here in thelight.” She took Jane by the hand and led the young teen in front of one ofthe large glass windows where sunlight poured through and overlooked theplayground where the underclass c***dren were playing. She faced Janetoward the window and with her back to the glass she began her inspectionagain.Jane stood there with her arms at her sides looking over top of thecrouching nun and out the window. Several grade school age girls noticedher right away and watched the proceedings with interest.”Can we move to somewhere more private?” Jane meekly requested.”Oh stop being such a prude. It’s not like they don’t have these too youknow.”Jane thought for minute and realized the nun was right. They were all girlsafter all.”Hmmmm,” hummed the nun as she lifted, twisted and squeezed the huge pairof tits. Her thumbs flicked across Jane’s hardened nipples. The thinmaterial barely did anything to stop them from protruding to their fullextent.With each flick across her nipples, Jane became weaker. Her eyes keptclosing and her breathing became shallower. She had to find out how muchlonger the inspection was going to take. All the nun’s manipulations werehaving a strange effect on her and she didn’t know what to do. Quietly shepleaded, “Uh, may I ask, uh, how much, uh, longer will this take?”sister Elizabeth realized she had to get on with it or risk losing anotheropportunity. “Can’t tell if this is dirt or a shadow,” she said flickingher thumbs repeatedly across the pointy nipples. “Turn around.”Gladly, Jane turned around. Anything to stop the continuous sensation shewas feeling in her stomach that started at her nipples. The brief pause wasa welcome relief.With the quick motion of experienced hands, sister Elizabeth unclaspedJane’s bra and flicked it off her chest and arms with one bold movement.Jane vainly tried to cover herself when she felt the support drop from herbreasts. “Hey!” she cried.”STOP IT!” scolded the nun, “and TURN AROUND!”The sharpness in the old nun’s tone sent a shiver of fear up Jane’sspine. Without thinking she spun around and faced the old lady.”That’s better. Now drop your arms and stop being such a prude.”Reluctantly, Jane lowered her arms.Outside several more girls had stopped playing and began watching. Jane’sdiscomfort grew as more girls caught wind of something happening in thelibrary and opted to check it out as opposed to playing on recess. A smallgroup of six or so had formed a semi-circle and weren’t more than ten feetaway.Small beads of sweat formed on Janes’ forehead and she wasn’t sure if itwas from the situation or the sun.”Oh my,” breathed the old nun, “I think this bra was way too small for youdeary,” she continued as she circled behind the unsuspecting teenager. “Seeall those lines,” she said as she slipped her hands under Jane’s armpitsand cupped her breasts from behind.Jane looked down as the nun hefted up her breasts. She was right. Therewere lines of constraint on them. Funny, it never seemed to bother herbefore.”And look,” purred the nun as leaned in against Jane and whispered in herear, “see how your nipples can stretch out now? Doesn’t it feel good whenthey’re free like this?” the old nun cooed as she gently pinched theelongated nipples between her finger and thumb and lightly pulled them outfrom her breasts.Jane’s knees became weak. The sensation was incredible. No one had everdone that before. She’d never been with a boy, or girl, before for thatmatter. All the boys thought she was way too beautiful to date, so shenever did. Jane was as virgin as they come.The old nun’s warm breath on her sensitive neck sent goose bumps streamingdown her back and arms. Jane’s head began to roll loosely on her neck.sister Elizabeth didn’t realize what she had in her hands. As she lookedout at the growing group of grade school age girls, she upped the ante. Shekissed and licked Jane’s neck and milked her breasts with long sensualstrokes ending with firm stretches on her nipples.Jane didn’t know what she was feeling. It was as if she was losingconsciousness. She was having trouble keeping her eyes open and her kneeswere weak. What was happening to her?The old nun’s fingers may have been old escort bursa but they hadn’t lost their sense oftouch. She could feel the unmistakable bristling and bumpiness of arousednipple. She knew her manipulations were having their desired effect. Witheven greater force she cupped and squeezed on the voluptuous set of teenagebreasts. Tugging on those inch long nipples was a delight unlike anyother. Unrestrained the old nun bit down on the girls neck and shoulder andran her slithery dagger up to her ear.”OOOOOHHHHHHH,” loudly groaned Jane as she tilted her head away from thetongue; thus encouraging it to continue.sister Elizabeth just about had the limp teenager where she wanted her. Shesilently slipped one hand down Jane’s stomach and dipped her fingertipsinto the waistband. She looked outside at the group of girls eagerlywatching her lewd display and mouthed, “Should I?”An excited nod from the girls was enough for her. sister Elizabeth forcedJane’s skirt and panties off one hip before running her hand across thegirls tight abdomen and pushing down the other side. The soft firm skinthat encased the youthful waistline was incredible. sister Elizabeth knewthe young teen must work out. No way do you get this firm if you don’t.Jane was a mental mess. Wild sensations rippled up and down her body withreckless abandon. This nun’s inspection for dirt had progressed to a placeJane had never been before. She was like a limp dishrag. Putty in the handsof the potter.Running her tongue and lips along the exposed shoulder and neck of thewanton teen, the old nun knew that with one good push on the waistband ofher skirt the teen would be completely naked.Now numbering at least a dozen, the girls began to press in close to thewindow. Using their hands to form dark tunnels, the girls leaned into thewindow for the ultimate look. They could see the tiny petite teenage beingdwarfed from behind by the much larger and black clothed nun. The waistlineon the girls skirt was just above her pubic hairline and they eagerlywatched as the nun ran her hand behind the teen to her ass and begin topush down. With a thump, it fell to the ground around her ankles.sister Elizabeth was in a world all her own. With one hand she continuedher relentless massage and tugs on Jane’s breast and nipple and with theother she slowly and seductively let her fingers dance along her hips,buttocks and stomach. She teased the young teen, never really touching hervirgin pussy, just delicately brushing over her pubic hair. She knew shewas driving the girl to orgasm.Jane could barely stand. Her eyes rolled around in her head. She couldbarely breathe. Her stomach twitched each time the old nun’s hand cameanywhere close to her pussy. The lightness of her touch was sending shiversof uncontrollable arousal throughout her young body. Something washappening to her and she didn’t know what. Something deep inside her wasbuilding. She felt like she had to pee or something.sister Elizabeth wanted Jane’s ass in the worst way. She pulled her closeand pressed in. She nibbled her neck and licked at her ear. Jane’s moanssaid all she needed to hear. She whispered in the girls’ ear, “Spread yourlegs.”Jane stepped out of her skirt and panties that had trapped her feet and shespread her legs.”Wider.”Jane just did it.With one hand still working on those massive tits, sister Elizabeth pushedher own hips back slightly and ran her other hand under Jane’s bottom.”Mmmmmmm,” Jane moaned when she felt fingertips strumming at her fleshybottom.Not wanting to give the teen an option, sister Elizabeth cooed, “Feels gooddoesn’t it sweetie?””Mmm hmmm,” acknowledged the helpless teen.That was all the old nun needed. She knew the girl was close to orgasm andshe was determined to make her have one in front of all those schoolgirlswatching her. Delicately probing for the entrance to Jane’s asshole, theold lady kept poking at her bottom. When she expertly located the tinypuckered hole she withdrew her hand put it to Jane’s mouth. She pushed hermiddle finger into her mouth and whispered, “Suck it.”Jane obediently did as she was told. She didn’t know what else to do. Shewas at the mercy of the old nun.sister Elizabeth withdrew her freshly moistened finger and slipped it backunder Jane’s tight bottom. Using her index finger and ring finger to partthe teens butt, she carefully relocated the tiny anus with the tip of hermiddle finger. With gently increasing pressure she pushed her lumpy digitinside and started finger fucking the girls ass.Jane moaned loudly, “OOOOOHHHHHH,” as the digit entered. Instinctively sheclenched her cheeks together, but it was too late. The slippery finger hadpushed in to the last knuckle. As it began to move around Jane could nolonger contain the pressure in her stomach.With loud moans and groans, Jane had her first orgasm. Her pussy and asstightened repeatedly and her loin spilled copious amounts of girl cum. Shecouldn’t help but buck her hips in response. It just seemed natural to’rub’.It was all the old nun could do to keep her middle finger buried in thegirls ass. The pressure she generated when her ass tightened with orgasmwas almost painful. sister Elizabeth loved it. She kissed the limpteenagers neck and wrapped her arm around her for support as the girls’orgasm subsided.Jane was almost lifeless as she drooped in the nun’s arms. The old nunwithdrew her middle finger from the girls ass and forced it in the girlsmouth. “Lick it you little slut. Clean your ass off my finger, whore.”The harshness of the nun’s words aroused Jane from her state oflimpness. As she drifted to her knees while the crowd of young girlswatched outside, she slowly became aware o f her surroundings. Groggily, sherealized that she was naked.sister Elizabeth was intent on putting the final touches to an otherwiseperfect afternoon. Still standing behind her she grabbed the teen’s hair ontop of her head and yanked it backward. Then being sure not to disturb thegirls view of the crowd of girls outside watching her defilement, shereached around Jane’s face and jammed her wrinkly old middle finger in hermouth and growled, “I said SUCK IT, WHORE. Clean your ASS off my FINGER!”Jane winced as her head was jerked from back and shaken side-to-side. Thewrinkled old finger tasted dirty and musty. She felt like crying as shelooked in the faces of the schoolgirls outside while being forced to bathethe old nun’s finger with her own spittle and tongue.