Sister Irene

[Brutus 2,212]

Sister Irene

(A young man secretly observes the sounds and sights of one memorable woman.)

I grew up in a small town in Kentucky and went to a private school with Catholic origins. It didn't adhere to religion anymore but a few of the female teachers preferred to be addressed as sisters if they were religious. In 2014 when I was thirteen, I was introduced to Sister Irene, who also taught remedial English class on Saturdays. The first time we shook hands, I could smell cigarette smoke on her as she said in her assertive voice, “Hello there Seth, how are you this morning?” She was early forties, long brown curly hair with a hefty hourglass figure. Her usual attire was long skirts, either knee length or lower, heels and various tops that fully covered her large chest. Another standout feature was her eyes, blue but bold and gave her an abrasive look, especially with her dark eye shadow. She was strict, stern and allowed no excuses, unlike modern trends. I remember one time in her weekend class she was irritated at this kid, Ryan and stopped him mid-sentence to have someone else take over reading because he was having trouble. She was just blunt like that sometimes. Whenever her husband stopped by to help every so often I always wondered why he married her. She was hot but an unpleasant bitch most of the time.

So one Saturday toward the end of the school year my parents dropped me off at her English class early so they could attend some fundraiser. It was just me in the classroom. I came out to take a seat on the bench by the stairs and was playing my PSP until everyone else came. A few minutes later, I heard the hallway door open and Sister Irene's voice talking on her phone. Before she turned the corner where I was, her last words to the other person were, “Let me call you back I'm about to fucking piss myself.” I couldn't believe what I'd heard, two vulgar words from a lady that was always so well spoken. She came around the corner with her purse and book in hand, surprised to see me and asked why I was there early. I explained and apologized. As she walked into the class room to hang her coat and purse, I pretended I hadn't heard her and asked if she was okay since she seemed rushed. Heading back in my direction toward the restrooms, she ignored me and walked right past, head and eyes fixed straight ahead. As mentioned, she wasn't known for being nice, but that stung, plus I was still shocked at her foul language. She always presented herself so pristine.

The building was old and had the helpful acoustics typical of old thin walls. I still heard her heels after the door closed as she positioned herself and almost immediately made a loud hiss that lasted only an instant. There was silence for a few seconds, then she erupted like a faucet, more like a heavy rumbling echo than splashing into the toilet. Then that hissing started again as well and it became so loud, it was hard to believe she was behind a door. I also noticed changes in pressure. She had a rhythm of pushing hard, making that heavy sound, then easing off and allowing the hiss to be the primary sound. The force and amount of time she kept it going was simply unbelievable. I knew it had to be close to a full minute. When the noise stopped, she finally flushed and came out, without washing her hands. She walked right past me again without speaking, just a sigh of relief as she grabbed her phone and called back whoever she was talking to.

I was sitting there still in shock from both her language and the savage piss she'd just taken. Soon, the other kids were showing up. Before taking my seat, curiosity led me to sneak into the restroom. It was designated for staff but was usually unlocked when not in use and wasn't gender restricted, plus the hall guard wasn't there yet. When I went in, I was shocked again to see most of the seat covered in fresh pee. At that age it confused me, not knowing of the hover that women do and how wild their streams can get. I remember my eyes being glued to that toilet seat. To anyone else it would've been an annoying mess but to me it was the remains of the loudest peeing I'd ever heard and couldn't stop thinking about it all day. She probably knew I heard her on the phone, as she always seemed distant toward me after that. Sometimes she'd leave for the restroom during class while we were working but I never got to hear her again. The following year was my last before high school. I no longer had Sister Irene for any classes but anytime I saw her walking the halls, I felt something inside, something primitive. I thought about her often through high school, despite not seeing her anymore.

Years later in the summer of my graduation, I had the chance to see her again. My mom was on the school board and at her request, I volunteered to drive one of the school's vans when they took some of the younger kids to an evening campfire outing. Irene's husband usually drove but had passed from a stroke two years prior. When we arrived, I helped her set up tables and food and we had a nice chat. She remembered me but didn't seem to remember disliking me, or didn't care anymore. It was exciting being around her again. She was still hot, wearing a tight short-sleeve denim dress that was just above knee level, with brown hiking sandals. It was the first time I'd ever seen her wear something that showed her curves and legs so well. After helping set up I watched YouTube on my phone while the kids played and ate. It was a hot, boring evening for me, until things took one hell of a turn.

After the sun went down and the kids gathered around the campfire for marshmallows, I was trying to Facetime with a friend but the internet was shoddy. I started walking around the dark campground for a better spot and ended up behind an old wooden outhouse when the signal became strong enough. Right before I restarted the call, I heard Sister Irene's distinct cough as she approached. It seemed odd she'd chosen that one since there were new outhouses closer to where everyone else was but it was an exciting surprise to possibly listen to her again after so many years. I crept closer, put my ear to the rear wall of the outhouse and heard her step inside. When she closed the door, the thud caused a short piece of wood barely half an inch thick, to separate from the structure a bit, enough to see it had been nailed on to cover a small hole. Then I saw the dim light inside come on and moved closer. To my delight it offered a workable view inside once I placed my eye directly against it.

My heart was racing as I watched Sister Irene lift her dress, wearing only a tiny black thong. I can't describe how amazing it felt to see the naked curves and pale skin of her big ass with nothing but a string wedged deep inside. She pulled the sides down over her hips and it flung loose from her cheeks, stretched between her thighs while bending over into hovering position. Her legs were close, knees about three to four inches apart. I saw her ass spread open and a beefy set of pink labia, the left one larger than the right. They were smooth shaven but I could see a lush brown bush on her mound above. It all looked so inviting it made my stomach tingle. She struggled to get her flow started and as she pushed the first four times, her anus ballooned outward, enough to see it was long past its youthful tight shape. The fifth push produced a brief trickle, and then wow...did she explode into a raging golden cascade that was absolutely shocking. I knew from the first time hearing her that her streams had to be huge but actually seeing the size of it almost made me lose my damn mind. It split her labia apart and had to be at least two inches wide. I never imagined anyone could produce this kind of torrent. It made that hissing sound but it was more detailed being this close. I now heard nuances as it changed pitch with how hard she pushed. About ten seconds in, it stopped for a moment. When it started up again, it was the same pressure and split into two streams, with one going off course to the left, splashing the bare wood of the structure surrounding the toilet. They soon recombined into one leftward arch and she was completely missing the seat for a bit. I could see some of it running along the wall over the edge, down to the floor. The excitement had me shaking at this point.

She kept going a few seconds longer as it weakened, then a series of bursts, each time with her anus winking in and out. The final time, a quick fart escaped. She sighed a few times and pulled her thong up without wiping. What she did next was surprising and one of the hottest things I've ever seen, when she began to caress her ass, placing her hands on each cheek and slowly rubbing up and down. It was very sensual. She did this several times. I continued to watch as Irene let her dress down and leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette.

Another surprise followed. After a few puffs, I heard footsteps approaching the outhouse and knocking at the door in distinct melody. When Irene opened the door, it was William, the school's new building maintenance guy. I'd met him a while back when my mom and I ran into him at the store. He was mid twenties, tall and skinny with tattoos, recently hired a few months prior. After he entered, they shared the cigarette while talking quietly until it was finished, then started making out. Now it made sense why she chose an outhouse so far away from everyone. They'd clearly planned this.

He unzipped his fly. She stood at his side with her body against his arm, reached into his pants and massaged him as they kept kissing. Soon she was tugging at his cock and pulled it out. Lucky guy, it looked like seven or eight inches and too thick to get her hand around fully. She squeezed hard enough to make the head swell, stroked a few times then held it steady as he started a clear stream. It was pretty strong but wasn't competing with what Irene just released. She slid her grip along his shaft until her finger and thumb were in the way of his stream, making it spray around a bit. After some twenty seconds, William was done and she shook his cock up and down quite a few times. I could hear her giggling as he became erect. She knelt down to his waist, licked her fingers of his pee and started sucking him. It was incredible seeing not only another layer of her kinkiness but also how skilled she was, using both hands and mouth to give a very loving blowjob. There are so many details burned into my memory. I remember the strong contours of her jawline, the slurping sounds and vein in her neck from how hard she was sucking, the red nail polish on her fingers, her moans.

A few minutes later, Irene stood upright and pulled her dress up. William pushed her back against the wall and lifted her right leg. The moment he entered her she made a noise, like a primal growl and twitched. He began to thrust slow and deep as she pressed her leg tight against his hip. I could also tell she was unbuttoning the top of her dress but the hole wasn't big enough for me to see much above their waists with them standing to the side. It was obvious she let her breasts out and I wish so bad I could've seen them. But as I watched them having sex over the next few minutes, of course my phone's ringtone went off. I'd never declined a call so fast. Luckily they hadn't heard it over their action. I rushed into my settings to silence everything and when I returned to the hole, he looked to have finished inside of her as they stood still catching their breath.

William stepped back and zipped his pants, with his cock still wet from Irene's arousal. They kissed again and he left. She stayed behind to have another cigarette. Before finishing, she lifted her dress back up, reached between her cheeks to pull her thong aside and hovered over the toilet again, legs open in wide stance. Her labia were now puffier and darker. Her asshole bulged and winked again as she tried to pee. Like before, nothing came out the first few times. Eventually, she produced another stream, very light but still with a hiss that again went left, running along her ass and thigh, wetting the wood beside the seat. As it flowed, her thighs started shaking and she moaned. Seemed it felt a little too good and I guess gave her a quick pee-gasm. After a few seconds, it straightened and was going down into the toilet. This time she lasted only about ten seconds and the pressure wasn't nearly intense as the first time but it was still amazing that she had more pee so soon.

When the flow stopped, she stayed in position, taking a few puffs of her cigarette and reaching between her legs to release its ashes into the toilet. As she did this, I saw William's leftovers begin coming out of her. She stood there letting it drain for a bit then tore off some tissue and wiped herself. There was more coming out but she either hadn't noticed or didn't care. She slid her thong in place right over the growing wetness and straightened her dress back down. After fluffing her hair, she dropped the cigarette in with the tissue and left the outhouse, heading back to the others. I went back to the van having completely forgotten about Facetime, almost in a trance rethinking what I'd seen. I felt a strange numbing arousal. She was helping the kids with marshmallows and I was thinking did she at least use hand sanitizer before doing so...because she definitely left the outhouse without using any.

Hearing Sister Irene use the words “fucking piss” when I was young was the first time I saw a bit of her true nature but it was a random old outhouse years later that showed me the woman she really is. It was a great highlight to my summer before heading off to college a month later. I now understood why her husband married her.

 

 

[David Jarrell 22]

Great to see you writing again, Brutus.  Loved your latest creative work as always.  You have a way of transforming the reader as if he were at the base of the toilet, privy to the symphony powerful yet feminine pissing, creating a visualization of the entire, spectacular audio spectrum.  

Though we may be in the minority for these kinds of tales, I am a true fan, and appreciate you taking the time and effort to craft this exciting tale.  

[Dr.P 1,476]

Great story, Brutus. I have missed your work. It has been a very  long time. Your vivid visualizations and descriptions of the audio put the reader in the scene, as an active participant. Hope to see more from you, soon.

Dr. P

[Brutus 2,212]

@David Jarrell and @Dr.P 

Thanks. I never intended to stay gone this long but days turn to months so fast. I was playing around with this one for a while with no intention to share, then kept adding to it and figured why not make a comeback here with it. I have a few more nearly done and hopefully I'll post them soon if I can figure out how to finish them.