1. Nun Gives In To Lust by loyalsock


    Date: 4/13/2016, Categories: Anal First Time Mature Author: loyalsock 

    s****r Joanne was consumed. She had upheld her vows of chastity for 19 years only to succumb to a middle aged man who maintained the convent buildings occasionally. But these past 10 days she had given in to lust, abusing herself so many times with the fruit of the garden, and been intimate with two men. What was more concerning was that she wanted more. The 37 year old nun was becoming obsessed by her desires. Despite her own advice she still knew that she needed to see the painter another time. There was something about him. Yes he was moderately handsome, and he had that strong physique borne of midlife and labour, but it was his command of her that drew her to him. He only had to say something and she knew that she couldn't refuse. On her way to the apple orchard early that Wednesday she stopped and knocked on the painters door. It was a fine warm day in August and already the bees were busy around his flowers. The door opened and she was greeted by the warm smile of the tall broad shouldered painter. &#034May I come in Mr Robins?&#034 The painter was surprised, it hadn't gone so well on their last meeting. The nun seemed to be so full of guilt that he hadn't thought she would be game enough to come back. Those catholic teachings seemed to to inflame their frustration and bury their natural desires. &#034By all means s****r Joanne. Can I get you a cup of tea?&#034 &#034No thank you.&#034 s****r Joanne walked through and was taken into the back parlor. Sitting in an ...
    ... armchair she turned to the painter. &#034Mr Robins I...&#034, she started. &#034David, please!&#034, he interrupted. &#034Well David I'm not sure why I let you do those things before, but I hope you will in time forget that it happened at all. For myself I have made my confession to god and have been absolved.&#034 Mr Robins drew up a dining chair and sat close in front her. &#034I'm sorry s****r Joanne, but I won't ever be able to forget how you looked, posed as you were on that sun seat. How can I forget how you tasted, how you moaned as my tongue touched you.&#034, he said sweetly as he leant in closer to her. His words were chosen carefully. He was aware of the affect of softly spoken erotic words would have on such a frustrated woman. He knew that they would be wakening her pussy even with her best attempts to control her feelings. &#034And you did find pleasure in my mouth caressing you, didn't you?&#034 &#034I...I did, yes you know I did but I shouldn't have. I need to be pure of thought and deed. The lords love should be enough.&#034, she said unconvincingly. He leant in even closer and kissed her neck just below her ear. &#034You are thinking of what my tongue did for you? I think if I reach under your habit I will find that my fingers will come out tasting of your honey.&#034 With that he started kissing her again but slid a hand up her gown. He lightly stroked her right ankle and followed up to her inner thigh, only stopping when his thick fingers found the wet lips of ...
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