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Here is part two of our erotic nun fiction series by Joy Strange featuring our favorite sexually aroused nun, Sister Elizabeth. She was rather naughty in our first installment with a bowl of cherry ice cream. The aftermath is equally steamy and full of hot nun sex joy.

Sister Elizabeth sat up on the bed, melted cherry ice cream trickling between her breasts down to her navel. Earlier, when she had pulled off her nun’s habit to caress her body with her fine, eager hands, she had forgotten to take off her nun’s head covering and wimple.

Elizabeth hated that word, “wimple”. To her it sounded like a schoolyard name for a flaccid penis.

She stood up and looked at her naked body in the mirror. Her smooth, round breasts and flat stomach were stained with the melted ice cream she hand drizzled on herself while fingering herself to climax. Elizabeth felt vaguely embarrassed about forgetting to remove the headgear, but that was Catholic sex guilt for you.

The Pope surely didn’t want his nuns running hot, anxious hands over their own heaving bosoms, squeezing tiny pink nipples erect and ready for a mini-shower of half-frozen cherry confection.

If only she had someone to lick it off her. Or better yet, do the pouring first, then lick it away from her trembling, naked body. She imagined a pair of large hands running the length of her, squeezing, caressing, becoming slippery with her, then running back up her torso. One strong finger would gently pry her lips apart and she would eagerly suck it into her mouth while he…

This would have to wait. Sister Elizabeth needed a shower and a shave. Her legs weren’t growing stubble yet, she just hated the feeling of going longer than a day without running the razor up and down the length of those long, fine calves and thighs. She also wanted to trim herself back down to a tiny thatch of auburn public hair.

Shaving herself always turned Elizabeth on a little—feeling so smooth and clean down there made her want to get dirty again. “There’s nothing like a silky sex zone,” she thought to herself, and wondered what it would be like to fondle another woman’s newly groomed Venus mound.

Elizabeth’s breasts felt sticky as she turned on the shower, steam rising to slowly obscure the image of her nakedness in the bathroom mirror. She caressed her sticky body, watching her own hands roam up and down.

This would be a little like watching porn, she thought. “Or at least a hard R movie.” She said aloud. Her own voice startled her a little, her right hand squeezing an ass check involuntarily. One day that would be someone else’s hand doing the squeezing, and she’d be watching those hands in the mirror. She just had to get outside the day-to-day grind of being a Bride of Christ long enough to find a man or a woman who would teach her the ways of the flesh, those strong hands reaching around from behind her to squeeze her breasts as he pushed his hardness inside her, all the way up until he was pressed so firmly against her ass she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.

Elizabeth parted her legs and stared at herself in the steamy mirror. She couldn’t see herself clearly at all, but the obscured reflection made the view even sexier– the vision of her left hand sliding down her chest, across her hips and down to her pubes. Searching, caressing, finding.

She probed moist, pink flesh with her first two fingers, labial folds soft and yielding. Her clit was ready;  Sister Elizabeth felt an electric shudder of joy as fingers connected with throbbing pleasure center.

The steam made her flesh hyper-sensitive; every pulse of her fingers brought her a new wave of heat and lust. She’d denied herself these pleasures for too long, now she was determined to indulge them until she couldn’t stand up properly. Elizabeth bent her knees enough to bring her right hand down and insert two fingers between wet lips, thrusting inside herself as the other hand worked her clitoris. Breathing came in short gasps as her body reached orgasm.

With one final thrust her two fingers went deep inside and Elizabeth came for the second time in a half hour—some kind of record for a formerly sex-repressed nun. She gently withdrew her soaking wet fingers, then in a moment of curiosity brought them to her mouth. Pursing her lips against them for a moment, she slid them inside her mouth to see what a woman tasted like.

–Copyright 2009, Joy Strange