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A nuns seduction

... friend s****r Joanne was at first stunned. She had heard talk in her youth that a mans penis could grow but had never even seen pictures of such a thing, yet here only an arms length away, at eye level, was an enormous one being exercised by this man. Her mouth fell open. Gaining her senses but In a panic she rose quickly and pushed past him, taking her plastic bag with her, but forgetting her back pack. Keeping her eyes to the ground she shuffled off quickly back to the convent. That night her thoughts rebounded from strong dark desires to feelings of fright. Eventually it was her desires that won as she pressed a long green fruit past her hymen, breaking it, and continuing to trust into a new world of ecstasy. The two days later she knew she had to return to the cottage to retrieve her work tools and smock. She had resolved to forgive Mr Robins but to have nothing more to do with him after today. "Good day s****r Joanne. A little earlier than usual". "Good day to you Mr Robins. I have come to collect my back pack, I left it here when you urrr...suprised me". "I do apologise for my behaviour s****r I don't know what came over me". "Well the sin is yours and not mine, and I can ignore the sins of others knowing that you will get absolved by your priest at your next confession". On entering the garden the nun searched for her bag before seeing it in a bed of the brightest red strawberries. "Oh my goodness such bounty!" she exclaimed. "Take some, take as many as you like, ...

... there will be more", the painter encouraged. She knelt again and picked a large ripe one, biting into it. The painter took his cock out again but this time directly infront of her. "Please just ignore my sinning" he said softly as he once again start to work it stiff. The nuns eye widened but she remained kneeling. She slowly ate the strawberry in her mouth whilst her eyes were fixed on the growing purple strawberry being held by the gardener. To her it was a monster, her pussy reacted instinctively. The pleasure of the green dildo would be nothing compared to his throbbing manhood. He fisted his cock faster whist watching the expression on her face. The nun had a loose open mouthed chew on the fruit she had bitten but her eyes were following each pump of his hand. The closer he got the more his cock leaked and dripped. Inside her habit the gusset of s****r Joannes panties were soaking, her clit crying out to be touched. He came. A jet of white cream shot out on a down stroke. It crossed the space between them and landed on her back pack. Then other jet, this one landing on the ground in front of her. Then a third, forth and fifth. The volume and energy of the jet reduced until the gardener was left stroking a dripping, limp, 6 inch member. Only now could s****r Joanne speak. "Oh dear Mr Robins, does it do that everyday"? "Oh yes, sometimes a few times". "When will it happen again". "If you were to help it could happen real soon, you can hold him that would help". s****r Joanne ...