While attending a seminar in Milan on Soulful Joy, a last-minute substitute lecturer was a familiar looking nun. Sitting with 300 others, I was captivated by her pretty and known visage. The silky way she moved in her long penguin habit reminded me of a High School teacher and my forbidden crush on her. The 1950s were the opposite of enlightened, at least in public. Little did I know how perverted our parents were.

Since all we saw of our nuns were their faces, hands, and sometimes a scruff of loose hair, it was impossible to guess their ages until they were obviously older. Unknown to me, Sr. Mary Todd of the Filiae Eros order had moved from the Frauinsenses when she was caught in compromise with two priests. Only her exceptional specialized insight into the soul’s connection to, and craving for, carnal joy qualified her to escape the enshrouded prison of her order.

With her lecture over, she asked for questions. I raised my hand, but she flinched when she saw me then, ignored me. My being near last to leave gave her a chance to intercept me in the hall. “Ben, is that really you?” Startled, I gasped and backed away, jaw dropped. Close up, she was more beautiful than I recalled. Nodding, I tried to form words. “That is you! Always the shy one.” She hugged me and for the first time, I felt her huge soft breasts crush against me, and I immediately stiffened. “Oh my. You are still so quick to react.” She glanced at my tenting slacks and smiled. “I couldn’t acknowledge your stiff reaction back then, but as a member of Filiae Eros, I can.” She gripped my bulge and looked around as she massaged me.

Gasping and looking around the near empty hall, yet not removing her hand, I said, “Sr. Todd, what ahhre you doing?” We both knew exactly what she was doing.

“Perhaps I’m fulfilling a boyhood dream?” she said. “I noticed this little fella grow as you stared at me back then and wished to make him weep your tasty cream. My order and license prohibited any contact or even flirting. My new order has no such restrictions. In fact, the tunic we wear under all this is slit on both sides from arm pits to thighs and we don’t wear bloomers for easy access. Now that you are out of school, feel free to feel me through the slit.” That seemed surprisingly aggressive.

Struggling to keep from cumming too soon, I stroked her face and full lips, then slipped under her scapular and found her slit tunic. Her deep breath and beautiful smile confirmed her permission. Her eyes closed as I felt her bare chest and the enormous tits in hiding. As I pinched and rolled a stiffening nipple, she moaned lightly and squeezed my cock. I barely noticed the couple slowing as they passed us. She unzipped my slacks as my hand traveled below her hips. Spreading her legs let me confirm she was commando as I rolled through her dense bush. Making me rise, she spread her legs and I felt her stiff clit and damp labia. “Should we be doing this here, in a hall with strangers nearby? Let’s find someplace more private where we can explore further.”

She whispered, “Let’s not. This is a way to allow our souls to experience carnal joy. Sharing it in public heightens the rush. The Frauinsenses could never tolerate this and expected us to maintain the facade of purity and virginity.” Her kisses grew more intense; her tongue wrestled mine as she pulled my cock out of my slacks and slowly stroked it while some watched. My fingers found her slick inner lips as my thumb circled and urged her clit from her hood. As she stroked me faster, I pushed her full length tunic slit wide open and fully exposed one enormous beautiful tit to our audience.

After letting me bite and suck her tall stiff nipple for a minute, she groaned and pulled her habit up to her neck setting both beautiful tits free, exposing her fire bush and pussy to all. Essentially naked in the hall, I noticed her bush was bright red and pet it before returning to her stiff clit and swollen wet lips. I wondered if it was a “bad habit” to love that she is an exhibitionist? She unbuckled my slacks, pushed them down, and told me to step out of them. Also commando, I was bottomless and embarrassed in a public hall with my stiff cock pointed at her

naked pious pussy. Smiling, with one brow raised, she rubbed my bishop against her nunnery and said, “It’s not going to eat itself,” then guided me back to the bench. She laid down and took my stiff cock into her mouth as I leaned into her soaked pussy.

Both aware of the small crowd stopped and watching us, we ignored them and expanded our ‘69.’ She left one foot on the ground as I spread her gaping lusty pussy for me and the voyeurs to savor. Then, as I fingered her wet pussy and sucked her clit, she took in my cock until it reached her tonsils. Her mouth and tongue were well experienced in cock sucking and the hot pressure brought me close too quickly. Wrapping an arm around my hips, she pulled me deeper. As she took me into her hot throat, I felt strange hands caress my ass and spread my cheeks. They added an illicit pleasure to what I felt at both ends.