Illustrator's Note: After a long hiatus, my friend Pygmalion returned to writing a few months ago. He was kind enough to let me read his first new story. I requested permission to do some pics. While I've been dithering with them, Pygmalion has finished several other stories. 

Sister Nancy is the Mother Superior at the Catholic College I attend.  Let me just tell you she's perfect.  Well except one flaw, and that is twin sister snitches Marla & Darla.  They're students here too, but more devout than me, (Course that's not saying much!) and with Sister Nancy as their role model they are going to be nuns someday.

The nosy twins tell on everybody about everything, especially me.  Fortunately, Sister Nancy is strict but fair.  There have been a couple of minor incidents where they've told on someone and all Sister Nancy would say is,

"You're telling me this because...." Waiting for them to respond.  They only would look at each other and drop their heads and walk away.

There are three standing rules in the girls dorm hall and Sister Nancy isn't flexible on them at all:
1.  Lights out at 11:00 P.M. and in bed at 11:30, except on weekends, then those curfews are extended an hour.
2. No boys allowed in our dorm rooms.
3. No pets allowed without authorization.

I can live with the first rule, and the second rule doesn't bother me at all because I don't like boys anyway.  I'm into women especially Sister Nancy. Sister Nancy is 42 years old but doesn't look a day older than 32.  She has a creamy soft complexion, and beautiful, big blue eyes.  She's really tall, always in charge, and poised at all times.

Well she's almost always poised, but there was this one exception, when I was alone with her in her office.  What happened was, I was just messing around in the campus garden, when I came across this little, brown snake.  Not being a girly-girl type, I picked it up and took it to her office for authorization to keep him as my new pet, like I was supposed to according to the third rule.

 When I showed Sister Nancy my little brown friend, the always poised, authoritative Mother Superior came unglued.  Her blue eyes got as big as softballs and she went as far as standing up on her desk.

"Trina!  You get that little creature away from me!" She yelled out, shaking nervously.

Sister started motioning with her hands for me to leave.  I never imagined anything could faze Sister Nancy, let alone make her get all worked up in a tizzy.  I have to admit that is when I fell in love with the woman, nun outfit and all.  I mean don't get me wrong, I like her just like she is, but there is sure something gorgeous about a poised, in control woman losing her cool, and acting all helpless and feminine. Truthfully I don't think it would've had the same effect on me, if her reaction wasn't so contrary to the facade she hides behind.

"Can I keep him?"

"No!  You go and put that back where you found it!"

I admired her even more for trying to keep some vestige of authority about her.  The little brown critter start showing his tongue.

"Aw.  Look Sister Nancy.  I think he wants to give you a kiss." I stepped closer to her desk and extended the snake up toward her.  She backed away and squealed.

"TRINA!  I MEAN IT!"

" I'll tell you what, I'll take him away, if you let me keep him?"

"Okay! Anything!  Just get it out of here!"  She was almost in tears.  Trying her best to be authoritative, yet submissive.  Now I was head over heels!  I tried to imagine what she'd look like under that nun outfit!

I started toward the door, but when I got to the doorway I stopped and gave her one last look.  She didn't see me she was climbing down from her desk.

"OH NO! Sister Nancy!  He got away!" Her mouth dropped open and she hopped back up and stood on her desk.  With her hands folded together she looked around nervously.  I dug into one of my skirt's pocket and pulled the snake out, to hold up for her to see.

"Wow!  That was a close one Sister Nancy!" I gave her a wink.

"SHOOO!" She ordered, gesturing toward the door, while still perched up on her desk.

I walked away snickering like a mischievous imp.  I didn't keep the snake, nor had I ever had any intention to.  I just got a hunch and thought I would try something.  It worked out better than I thought. I never told anybody about that incident until now.

Well, I didn't write this, just to tell you that part. A while later something even better happened.  I get together with about fifteen other girls in my dorm hall. We all share some of the same interests.  Reptiles, Sister Nancy, and wrestling are amongst them.  After seeing the movie "Fight Club" I vowed to organize something like that when I went to college.

Only ours was a wrestling club.  We wrestled in the basement in our underwear, whenever we got the chance. We had some gym mats. One of the girls got permission to use them down there, so that she could practice on her gymnastics on her own.  Most of the matches weren't too competitive; they would usually end in a minor love fest.

One Friday night, a little before midnight, so we were still within our curfew, it all got broken up.  Sister Nancy was informed of our activities and I guess you can figure out who told.  I knew right away it wasn't one of us, because we have an agreement.  Whatever happens in the basement stays in the basement.

Anyway Sister Nancy showed up not looking her usual self this particular night.  She was all primped up and made up, and boy does she wear her make up well.  I always thought nuns weren't allowed to wear make-up. She was sporting a fluorescent green bathrobe, instead of her habit.  Most definitely her twin snitches accompanied her.  She ordered us all back to our rooms.  All the girls except me made a beeline for the door.

"Wait!" I called out with my arms folded standing my ground.

"Miss Trina!  Are you defying my authority?" Sister Nancy asked sternly.

"Yes.  This is our time to have a little fun!  This is what we do on Friday nights, and we're within curfew!"

"Not anymore, you're not!  Back to your rooms!  That includes you 'Missy'!" Sister Nancy looked over her shoulder while giving the order then back at me with a glare that would melt steel, well at least shatter granite.

"Why don't you join us?" I invited.  I am pretty certain that all the girls would be in an uproar over that one.  Sister Nancy hadn't a clue that she'd just walked into a den of viperous lesbians and bi's.

"Hmph! I don't think so!  You girls would be way out of your league!"

"Maybe so, but what do you say?  You and me, right now!" I got all squishy inside just thinking bout wrestling with Sister Nancy.

Sister gave me a "get real" look and the other girls looked baffled.  Surprisingly Marla and Darla encouraged her.  I guess because Sister Nancy towers over me.  I'm only 5'5" and 106 pounds, and often told I look like Tara Reid.  I'm not sure who Sister Nancy looks like but I've heard one the girls compare her to some former Cnn News anchor, but I can't remember her name.

"Go ahead Sister Nancy kick her butt!" The twins twittered in unison. Aside from being snitches, one of their most annoying habits was to say everything together.

Sister Nancy stood stoically with her hand on her hip letting out a sigh. "There will be no butt kicking tonight!"  She informed us.

Those visions of wrestling with Sister Nancy had gotten me too worked up to let her just walk out of here, without, at least having seen what the perfectly groomed brunette looked like under her bathrobe.  I stepped toward her as if I were going to leave, but my curiosity got the better of me, and I flipped the bathrobe up.  Damn it!  I didn't get to see anything because she quickly pulled it down.  She grabbed me by the wrist with a grip as strong as a steel vice.

"That's it young lady.  You're coming with me." I think it was finally dawning on her what my real motive was.

Like heck I was!  I used a move that I got from the movie "Under Siege 2".  When Sister loosened  her grip, I grabbed hold of her wrist and shoulder. As she squealed and struggled, the loosely tied silk belt of her bathrobe came loose.

Turning my body sideways into hers, I flipped the big squealing nun head over heels. To tell you the truth I was almost as surprised as Sister Nancy at how well the maneuver worked.  She screamed bloody murder before crashing down to the mat on her rump.

Sister Nancy sat there in shock for a second. I guess nothing like THAT ever happened to her before. Well I couldn't be in any more trouble than I was already, so I went on the attack.  I drove a knee into her back.

Sister yelped again when I kneed her in the back. With one hand I hammer locked her arm, and with the other I grabbed a handful of that perfectly groomed hair and gave that a tug.

"AWWWW!  Trina you better let go of my hair and release me, THIS INSTANT!" Sister Nancy yelled through gritted teeth.

"I don't think you're in position to make any demands right now." I snickered to her.  She slowly tried to stand up.  She is really strong and I couldn't stop her making it to one knee. I tugged harder on her hair and wrenched up on the hammer lock and leaned my body into hers for extra leverage.  She sighed in both pain in frustration.  Despite being trapped in this hold after a few minutes she made another attempt to stand up.

She's so much taller than me, I didn't want her to stand up because I'd lose all the leverage of the hold.  I stood on one of her ankles.  Realizing that she wouldn't be able to go anywhere she arched her torso while yelling out in pain to relieve some of the pressure from the trap I had her in.  When she arched forward her bathrobe spread wide open.

"Gee whiz look at those abs!" One girl shouted.

"Abs my ass! Check out those boobs!" Another girl retorted.

"Oh my gosh!  Sister Nancy is shaven!" A third breathed in amazement.

That was it for me!  I HAD to see what the others were talking about.  I let go of Sister's hair and her arm, and stepped off her ankle. Then I tore her silk bathrobe right off her, as she climbed to her feet.  I threw the bathrobe aside, that's when I gave her incredible ass a good smack.

Sister Nancy squawked at the slap on her butt, and spun around.  Damn! She had one arm draped over her breasts doing her best to cover them, and the other hand covered her treasure below.  I did, at least, get a good look at her well toned arms and shoulders as well as her perfectly sculpted abs. She definitely has a heavenly body that matches her angelic face.  Quite formidable looking too. I suspect if she weren't so modest, she'd have kicked my butt.

"Wh-where's my bathrobe?"  She stammered, all flustered.

"I threw it over there somewhere."

Sister Nancy started toward where I'd pointed.  That's when I punched her in the gut. I didn't want to hurt her, but I was just so frustrated at not being able to see those big boobs and that hot shaved pussy, I kind of lost it.

She winced and gulped,  but my fist didn't go far into that wall of well-toned muscle. I may not have wanted to hurt her, but WOW! Hitting Sister Nancy in the gut was terrific! I liked it so much I did it a second and then a third time.  The third punch made a smacking noise.  The only thing she did in defense was stumble away, grunting a little louder each time I hit her.

Her midsection provided my fist a softer landing each time I punched her.  The fifth one was even quieter, and her face was starting to look sick and green. The sixth was even a quieter thud.  The seventh made no sound at all, but Sister Nancy did when air escaped her mouth in a loud whoosh. I'd really knocked the wind out of her with that one.  All the time with whatever breath she could spare she kept begging me to stop. Sure, I would! The eighth punch to her middle doubled her over and my fist sank into her flesh up to the wrist.

I knew Sister Nancy was ready to fold up and hit the floor, and I straightened her back upright with an uppercut to her chin.

Guess it was a natural reflex. She forgot about covering up and began to rub her jaw, exposing those magnificent pieces of work that were her boobs.  They were huge too.  Bigger than my head.  At first I'd just wanted to get a good look at them, but now my blood was up. Those big round thingies with the pinkish nipples were just too good to resist.  Resisting them would be like a hungry wolf passing up on a Grade A piece of prime rib.  I just had to punch each one to see how far they'd bounce. My fists sank right in, like they were big swirls of soft ice cream.

Sister Nancy's eyes got real big and she took a couple of steps backward, wailing after each punch.  By now she didn't know where to put her hands, try to cover her pussy, or rub her jaw, or what. She settled for trying to protect her boobs, but that didn't do her much good. Anyway, now  I got a good look at her pussy.  It was shaven all right.  With lip even pinker than her nipples.  Something odd about it though.  It wasn't tight at all.  It looks like somebody had gone deep sea diving in her ocean on a few occasions.  I reached out and grabbed me a handful.  Sister Nancy squealed and jumped up in the air.  When she landed she pulled my hand away and covered it again.

Never in all her years at the college had a student ever challenged Sister Nancy's authority. Now I'd not only defied her, I'd stripped her naked and gotten fresh with her. (To put it mildly!) The situation was beginning to make her real nervous, because she shuddered and her bottom lip trembled.  Covering her breasts and pussy again, she turned away from me, like she wanted to run for her life. She was telling me the terrible things that were going to happen to me for what I was doing, but instead of her stern, no-nonsense tone, she was stammering and sniffling like she was near tears. Her big blue eyes looked ready to overflow but when she turned around, my own eyes were glued to her big perfectly shaped behind. What an ASS!

Who could resist a target like that? I pinched her on the ass, the very seat of her authority.

When I pinched her butt, Sister Nancy jumped, and hooted in a high pitched squeal. She didn't know what to do. She had to make a choice though, so this time she uncovered her ripe breasts so she could cover her ass cheek. I took the opportunity to assault her breast, with a right hook into one.  Oooh, but I loved making those big plump boobs bounce! This time it bounced up in the air and  jiggled like jelly. She just couldn't believe one of her students was not only beating her up, but being so nasty about it.

Sister Nancy winced, her eyes shut while biting down on her bottom lip. It was so frustrating for the poor thing! She just didn't have enough hands to protect all those delectable little tidbits at once.  She took her hand from her ass and draped her arm over her boobs, again, as best she could, and I grabbed a handful of her pussy, again, while wearing a mischievous smile on my face.  She let out an 'Uh' sound. She didn't pull my hand away as quick this time, I noticed. When she finally did, I reached around and pinched her on the ass, again, the same pattern as before.  She hooted and covered her ass cheek with one hand leaving her breast exposed.  This time I didn't grab the other ass cheek, or punch her in the breast. Instead I palmed and fondled those big delicious melons.

Sister nancy let out an "ooouuuuuu" and for a second she stood like a statue with her eyes closed.
Finally, she came to, and pushed my hands away and covered up her breasts, taking her hand from her pussy to do it.  I noticed a pattern developing, so I sped things up.  Pinch her ass; she hoots and grabs it, exposing her boobs;  I poke them, or rub them; she lets out an 'uh" and drapes an arm over them; I grab her pussy; she "oh's" and covers that, exposing her ass, so I pinch that, again.
We start the cycle all over again, ass, breast, pussy! Ass, breast, pussy!  Hoot, uh, oh!  Over and over.  It began to look like a warped version of the macarena.  I even began to hum the theme.

My friend were snickering like mischievous imps.  Marla and Darla were begging me to stop. They were almost in tears, themselves. A few more rounds with my hummed verses, and Sister Nancy's moans and sighs and squeals and they begged Sister Nancy to kick my butt.

"Oh 'ster! Make her Stop! Punch her!" They twittered tearfully, in unison. I guess they couldn't bear to admit it, but their beloved supershero had fallen victim to her own modesty.

 This went on awhile until I grabbed Sister Nancy's pussy one more time. She didn't even try to protect herself, this time.  Her arms dropped at her sides.  Her body glistened with perspiration.  Her hair was all wet and matted. And was I seeing right? Her nipples were hard and stiff as nails. Her head lolled back and she moaned.

I felt some moisture, heck, I felt a lot of moisture, and just had to take a look.  My goodness a creamy substance!!  I jumped back with eyes as big as half dollars.  Sister Nancy by now was breathing so heavy and fast that she sounded like she was hyperventilating. I turned my attention to our audience and licked her sexual fluid from my fingers.

"I hate to tell you this twinkies but I think your paragon of virtue loves this treatment."

Marla and Darla gave Sister Nancy a 'say it ain't so, 'ster' look.  Without responding to them Sister Nancy slumped down on her knees, at my feet. I pulled my panties off.

Sister Nancy hesitated a second. I think she was praying for guidance. I pulled her head nearer while she made up her mind.

I guess she didn't put up much of a struggle against the devil, because MY prayer was answered, instead; she went right to work eating me out.

Sadly though, it didn't take long for me to climax. I couldn't help myself; she was just so great at it.  Like an old pro or something. Granted with lips like hers I'm not surprised at her sucking ability, but the thing she knows how to do with her tongue was the real kicker.

My friends couldn't contain themselves any longer, they just started in on each other. While we were having our little lesbian love fest, Marla and Darla managed to slip out. We asked them if they wanted to join in, but they declined.  In fact they never told on us.  From what I hear they dropped out of catholic college and became atheists, although someone said one of the Jehovah's Witnesses who came to her door the other day looked an awful lot like Marla. Don't know how she'd know it was Marla and not Darla.

As far as Sister Nancy and I.  Well I'll just leave you hanging on that note.  I am curious though if I could've really taken her in a fight.  With her size and build it would be quite the feat.