El sabor del claustro parte 2

My mother had found me in a compromising situation with Susana. There was nothing to say, I had her lips low on my mouth and my head between her thighs while I was masturbating, so I didn't even try to defend myself. For my mother, who only had one daughter being a lesbian was something repulsive, and judging by Dad's reaction he agreed, so it was a fact that I wouldn't live in their house anymore. Yet they wouldn't leave me like that, not at all. But according to my mother I should thank her Christian charity for not leaving me on the street, so after many discussions I ended up locked away in a Catholic school for young ladies as my mother would say with a certain degree of pride. My mother didn't speak to me when they left me here, and my father on the other hand just said you'll feel better soon as if what I had was a damn cold or something like that. I could only nod while watching them leave, little did my father know what kind of place he had brought me to... At the cloister gates, I was received by Superior Clara, a young woman with red hair that escaped in rebellious strands from her black veil. She was very beautiful and slender although her body was completely covered by that black habit that fell to her ankles. My uniform was luckily more comfortable, a blue checked skirt long to my knees and a white blouse with black shoes and white socks. Superior Clara showed me the gardens and kitchen, also the chapel, corridors, and salons. She explained that tasks were rotated among students and each of us would have our part whether it was gardening, cooking, or cleaning. Then she took me to my room without looking at me and speaking to me in a solemn and serious tone that killed the sweet expressions on her delicate face. In my room I was received by Esmeralda, a tall girl two years older than me with curly red hair that fell in perfect ringlets over her head, and Claudia, a brunette young woman who was a bit chubby. I greet you with a smile. There were about ten other girls in the room, most of whom were older than me. Only Claudia and Esmeralda helped me adjust to the place. That night it was our turn, along with four other girls, to prepare food during conversations. I realized that both Claudia and Esmeralda had been sent away by their parents due to similar situations like mine, according to Esmeralda, who knew of at least eight others with the same background. I was simply happy not to be alone in this place. After cooking, we went to the chapel to pray before dinner. Normally, Father Gustavo would offer a service every evening, but since Claudia, Esmeralda, and I had taken too long with our task, we were ordered to pray alone in the chapel. I knew some prayers and it wasn't hard for me to learn something new, although Claudia and Esmeralda helped me with some parts. We were finishing up when we heard a sharp whistle that seemed to reverberate in the air. Claudia and Esmeralda looked at each other with complicity while discussing in low voices whether or not to show me something. The situation was settled with it's okay, she likes it, it's not like the others from Claudia. —Look, Adela, this place has its secrets and we're going to teach you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone and stay quiet, okay?— Esmeralda asked me, looking at me with her eyes while Claudia waited silently for my response. —Yes, it's fine.— I said, looking at both of them a little surprised since I wasn't sure if they were going to teach me. —Okay, take off your shoes and leave them under the bench,— Esmeralda ordered, taking off hers, which Claudia also did. —Okay, I'll take mine off too.— This place has a lot of echo and shoes make a lot of noise,— Esmeralda explained. —Always wear thick socks,— suggested Claudia, showing me her white cotton stockings. —Very well— You must follow us in silence and not say a word about what you're going to see—Esmeralda orders. —And don't be scared— Claudia tenders me her hand. We walk down the hallway behind the chapel with feline smoothness, it was supposed that all the others were in the dining room and no one should be here at this hour, however I could hear faint laments of a distant conversation seeping through the stone walls surrounding us. —Shhh we're almost there at the confessional— Esmeralda signals while Claudia pulls my hand with an anticipation almost euphoric making me let out a slight moan. —From now on without words don't say anything and make no noise— Esmeralda sentences looking at me seriously. —You too Claudia quiet one always gets excited— she adds opening the confessional door slowly. We then enter a narrow room completely dark and almost empty except for a wooden bench, we barely changed places very tightly in the room but only managed to settle in silence on the bench that looked at a wooden wall through which red light beams were seeping. Suddenly Esmeralda stretched out smoothly and lifting what seemed like a trapdoor slightly made a ray of light illuminate half the room. At once Claudia stuck to the trapdoor trying to see what was on the other side but always being careful not to open it too much, then Esmeralda followed her without looking back at me before signaling for me to follow. Then I leaned down like them focusing my gaze behind the two worn wooden planks that were separating and I saw her. She was kneeling on the floor like an angel of marble almost naked except for a black flight that fell in a solemn circle on her pale back. It was Superior Clara with her soft breasts hanging smoothly like ripe grapes, but what surprised me was Father Gustavo with his pants off. On my knees and the curved cock pointing at the lips of the superior, that ganchuda cock was oozing a clear liquid that dripped from her lips. Father Gustavo's cock curved upwards near the tip as the superior licked it with vulgarity, sucking its pink tip without shame. The superior's mouth opened wide and sucked in the piercing cock, making Father Gustavo moan while he gave gentle slaps on her head and pushed her deeper. Then I noticed that my companions had started to touch each other as they watched the ganchuda cock enter and exit Superior Clara's mouth. I began to masturbate alongside them, watching the obscene gestures the superior made as she licked and sucked every corner of Father Gustavo's groin. I saw his throat swell with the palpitating flesh of Father Gustavo entering her throat this time slowly, but there was something different, something my companions knew judging by their moans and which I discovered a little later. The superior tilted her head back, allowing Father Gustavo's cock to enter straight to the deepest part of her throat, and with pleasure and sacrifice let it rest at the bottom while two brilliant tears fell from her rosy cheeks. I remember thinking she was a beautiful slut when I looked away from the scene. The sound of sharp gasps that came out of Superior Clara's lips was our signal to leave silently, although I gave one last look at the angelic face of the superior whose mouth was dripping with saliva and semen that stuck to her breasts like a thick spider web.