My blasphemous pictures

My blasphemous pictures. At 12 I was deflowered by my older brother (he is 10 years older than me) and initiated by him to all the pleasures of sex and until I was 17 I really did everything (there is no sexual perversion that I did not try in those years). At that age, my brother convinced me to seduce, together with him, a friar and a nun that we knew, he was 28, she was 29. We succeeded and we had group sex with them too. After a while, the nun and I became friends (in addition to having sex together). She spoke to me about life in the convent and fascinated me, until tired of all that sex and looking for something new, I fell in love with the idea of ??becoming a nun, so at 18 I entered the convent as a novice. But it didn't last long... the mother superior had her eye on me, first she found a way to punish me, telling me that I was guilty of pride by feeling beautiful, and she locked me in a cell so that I prayed and mortified my body, then one night she came to me with the excuse of helping me pray and comforting me because I was crying all the time. She started kissing me and undressed me to have sex. At first I was a little surprised, but then all my experience prevailed, and I drove her crazy with pleasure. So she left me free during the day, then in the evening she made me go to the cell, so that at night she could come to me. After a while the thing bored me, I wanted a male, but there wasn't one there. Then during the prayers in church I began to look at the crucifix where Jesus was represented in life-size wood, and it was very well made... I stared at that half-naked body, imagining that he was detaching himself from the cross, coming towards me, undoing the red band that was around his hips and showing me his penis so I could suck it. I got wet from the excitement, and I had to pretend to pray otherwise the other nuns and novices would notice. I tried to position myself in a corner near the crucifix, but far enough away to hide myself a little from view, and so I could, somehow, reach and touch my pussy. For a while it worked, but one day I got so excited that I splashed my juices (I'm a fountain-woman, I "squirt" when I'm extremely excited, that is, I spray my juices a few seconds apart, but continuously for several minutes), and in the meantime I couldn't hold back moans of pleasure. Some noticed, but I continued to come without being able to stop, until I got my habit wet all the way to the outside of the fabric, where a large stain had formed. At that point everyone saw me, including the superior who chased me away, telling me that I was unworthy of being in a sacred place and that I would lead the other novices astray if I stayed. So I didn't become a nun