10 comments/ 38581 views/ 30 favorites Nun Gives in to Lust By: MrRusty2000 It was late July and Sister Joanne was walking back to the convent after inspecting the apple orchard. She would do this more and more frequently through summer, thinning the fruit and improving the crop. The orchard was some 2 miles from the convent and she enjoyed her walk as it allowed her to relax, and let her mind wander away from her religious teachings. Her route took her past the garden being worked by a middle aged gentleman who she recognized. It was the painter and builder, Mr Robins, who was employed by the abbess to attend to the exterior or their buildings. He was a muscular man, used to heavy labour. Handsome but not in a pretty way. Mr Robins was clipping the edge of a very tidy lawn. "Good afternoon Sister." he said looking up from his work. "Good afternoon Mr Robins, what a fine garden you keep I must say." It really was a fine array of colour and texture. Quite a professional job. "I do like to put on a show for the neighbours, but the back garden is wall to wall vegetables. I've even had a few ribbons at the county show if you don't mind me blowing my own trumpet." he replied with a smile. "I supply a few of the nuns from time to time with some fresh veg when they come down." Sister Joanne was intrigued, none of the nuns had mentioned this little treasure store, and a variety of food was always welcome. "Really Mr Robins, I do have a little time would you mind if I took a look." Sister Joanne was 37 and had been a nun for 18 years now. She had joined the convent as a novice at the age of 17 and taking her vows 2 years later. A virgin at the time she had maintained her chastity. Not that she had abstained from everything. Even this week she had given in to her raging desires and pleasured herself in her cell after complines. This took place as quietly as possible, she always knelt by her bed supporting herself on her left arm whilst her right hand caressed her clit. Kneeling meant no bed noise and no wet stain on her sheets. By changing between rapid rotation of her fingers round her love bud and slower, harder strokes, she could make her juices flood out of her vagina and run down both her thighs. She'd imagined rubbing oil over the naked chest and buttocks of the new priest from the seminary. Walking through a narrow passage they came into the rear of his home. A well organised walled garden, private and sun soaked. Small well weeded beds full of various vegetables were crossed with gravel paths. In the far corner, under the shelter of the tall walls, was a summer house with a few seats and a table. "I grow too much for myself and I try to give some to my neighbours, one or two of the nuns have taken some too." "Well that's so kind Mr Robins, I can fetch you some apples when they are ready. Do you eat apples?" As they made small talk they slowly inspected his produce. Stopping at times Mr Robins would pick her selection and place it in a bag. Strolling up one of the paths she looked down to see his courgette plants. Whilst Mr Robins was rambling on about his recipe for compost, Sister Joannes mind was racing as to why the plants reminded her of something. Suddenly it came to her. Three week earlier it had been her turn for walking the convent after the nuns had retired for the night, checking the windows and doors. She had passed cell of a younger nun where she heard what sounded like someone in pain. Knocking on the door, the groaning immediately stopped and was replaced by a frenzy of activity before a flushed face woman in a white grown had come to the door. The whole presentation of this young nun raised the suspicions of Sister Joanne. Sister Ruth was distracted and avoiding eye contact with her. Sister Joanne had continued her inquiry of Sister Ruths health whilst casually looking around the room. The only odd thing she noticed at the time was a small green and shinny object, the tip of which was just visible under the nuns pillow. Now Sister Joanne was certain that the object had been a courgette, and that Sister Ruth had been abusing it. What also crossed her mind was whether it had come from this garden. As these thoughts quickly flash into her head she also noticed that the temperature in her underwear had increased, and she was conscious of wetness oozing. As they walked and talked she was pleased to she that Mr Robins pass a few courgettes in the bag. One week later Sister Joanne was passing the painters cottage again after a mornings trimming, and was pleased to see him hard at work. "Hello Mr Robins, how are you today?" Mr Robins had a slight smile on his face as he return the greeting. He had an idea that he would be seeing Sister Joanne again. "Lovely day today Mr Robins, how is the garden growing?" "Growing well Sister. How were the vegetables?" Sister Joanne blushed slightly and said that they had tasted so nice and fresh. The pinkness in her neck confirmed to the painter that some of his gift had not made it into the kitchen. "Come in the garden and pick some for yourself Sister, I have so much and it goes to waste so quickly." Holding his gate open the nun brushed past and went into the rear garden. It was another warm afternoon and the insects were busy buzzing around the flowers. After receiving a bag Sister Joanne set her own back pack down and commenced helping herself to his plants. This time Mr Robins let her make her own way through the paths. Her route eventually passed the courgettes. He paid attention to the fact that she was picking some of the longer ones. Sister Joanne was on her knees searching for the best fruits. Standing to one side of her and slightly behind was Mr Robins. It was now that he played his card. He pulled out his cock and began to slowly pump it with long slow strokes. He had imagined fucking Joanne many times since last week and his cock quickly responded to this attractive nun knelt just before him. 5 inches grew to 8 inches as he watch her looking for the ideal green dildo. He pulled back all the way, exposing his angry purple head then hiding it under his foreskin. As she glimpsed at her gardening friend Sister 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 Sister 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...surprised me." she said boldly as possible. "I do apologize for my behaviour Sister 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 already filling cock out again, but this time directly in front 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 bigger 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 Sister 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 Sister 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 encourage me it could happen real soon, you can hold him that would help." Sister Joanne reach out and he stepped closer. She wrapped her hand round the end and passed her thumb over the drip of white cum she had milked from the tip. It was slippy and had a scent that made her hormones stare. "Pull up and down Sister, make the end come in and out of its cover." With these instructions she automatically started to masturbate a man for the first time. He was right. She felt its heat and hardness increase as she worked back and forth. "Would you like me shoot my cum again, Sister?" "Yes I think I might." she answered nervously. "Let me take over then, but its a sin to waste my seed, it should go into a lady. I will have to spill it into your mouth." With that he began to beat his cock with urgency. He placed her right hand under his ball sack and told her to play with them. She knelt in front of him with her mouth naturally open. She was so close she could smell his cock and the semen smeared around balls from the previous episode. Her left hand drifted unconsciously under her habit and sort the source of her juices. Her efforts with her courgette had aided her today. She easily probed her cunny with 3 fingers then briskly massaged her clit. Before last week she has been unable to get more than one finger inside to any depth. This started to bring some relief but then. Mr Robins started grunting and pushed his cock to her lips. She opened wide and let him enter the whole purple bulb into her mouth. Then he let her have his load. Directed to the back of her throat she had no choice but to swallow and swallow again. As he emptied his balls into her she felt his rigidity slacken. The huge bulb softened so that she was able to suck and now actually taste he lasts drops of seed. Looking down into her eyes he offered his hand and raised her to her feet. In silence he walked her over the the summer house, seating her on a cushioned wicker armchair. Now it was his turn to kneel. There between her legs he first held one ankle then the other and placed them gently over the chair arms. Lifting her habit he exposed her hair covered cleft. Now dripping with fluid he watched her juice run down and over her anus. She felt the warm sun in a place never warmed before. She was stunned by how natural it felt to display her most intimate places to this stranger. As he lean't forward Sister Joanne watched as he hung out his tongue. The tip touched her, but only its tip. His tongue first ran over her anus and she tensed briefly. Then so softly it probed, only for a few second it tried to gain entry before it moved upwards. He used his tongue like a skilled finger to part her labia. She could hear him inhaling her sex and lapping her juices which were flowing freely. This was truly bliss. He waited till he heard her soft moans before he guided his pleasure organ to her clit. This he licked then sucked then massaged. He squeezed the hard button between his lips. It was too much, Sister Joanne writhed and moaned loudly. The gardener inserted 2 fingers into her pussy and worked them in and out. Sister Joanne accepted them gladly. Then she gave in to the ecstasy. He felt the moment as she spasmed onto his fingers, her pussy gripping tightly, and he in turn started to lick furiously. It lasted for a long long time. She had never had such an intense orgasm. Rocking from side to side she pressed her pussy hard onto his face. So strong was the sensation that it weakened her. The chair was evidence of the nuns complete seduction. A large dark patch was left under her as she pulled down her habit and got to her feet. Without looking at him she gathered her bag and ran out. Nun Gives in to Lust Ch. 02 Sister 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. "May I come in Mr Robins?" 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. "By all means Sister Joanne. Can I get you a cup of tea?" "No thank you." Sister Joanne walked through and was taken into the back parlor. Sitting in an armchair she turned to the painter. "Mr Robins I...", she started. "David, please!", he interrupted. "Well 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." Mr Robins drew up a dining chair and sat close in front her. "I'm sorry Sister 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.", 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. "And you did find pleasure in my mouth caressing you, didn't you?" "I...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.", she said unconvincingly. He leant in even closer and kissed her neck just below her ear. "You 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." 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 her labia and parted them. She tensed, but made no attempt to move. Instead she was lost in the moment. The man was exploring her heat, her most private, forbidden place, and instinctively she had parted her legs slightly. "God your pussy is wet, my fingers will taste of you. You're making my cock so hard.", he continued quietly in her ear. With that he pushed one finger into her pussy followed immediately by a second. These he moved back and forth, finger fucking her tight vagina. As he slowly fucked her he could hear her mewing with each stroke. His hand was quickly covered in pussy honey. He brought his hand to first her mouth, then his own, making her taste her own sexual offerings. His fingers returned and his thumb rolled her clit whilst he plundered her pussy. Now aroused her glistening bud sent waves of pleasure up her spine as it was manipulated so softly. He move forward and began to kiss her on her mouth, his tongue reaching deeper in an attempt to mine her throat. At the same time his other hand went under her habit and cuffed her breasts. The nuns never wore braziers, his hand skillfully massaged her nipples making them hard and sensitive. Hers were large mature breasts, that would have given ample milk had she had any children. Even without the milk Sister Joanne craved for them to be sucked. She reached down and felt the outside of his trousers. There she could feel the outline of his huge cock, straining to be released. Sister Joanne clumsily unfastened his belt with one hand. Pausing from his finger fucking and helped her by frantically undoing his waist band and pulling his zipper down. The nun easily located his hot swollen cock and grasped it. She pushed down and pulled his foreskin back exposing his immense purple head. Now it was his turn to gasp. Embraced like that they continued the mutual masturbation each becoming closer to orgasm. "You used my courgettes didn't you Sister, you fucked yourself with them didn't you?" he asked as she panted hard. "Yes David, I imagined they were you invading my pussy. It was thinking of you that made them excite me." "I'm going to fuck you now Sister, I'm going to push my shaft deep in you and make you cum on him. Say that's what you want, say it." "Yes David I want you in me." "No Sister, you want me to fuck you deeply." "Yes deep David, I want you to fuck me hard and deep with your big hard sinful penis.", she replied as in a trance. He pushed her back onto the armchair and pulled up her habit, so that he had full view of her naked body from foot to neck. He got off his seat and knelt between her thighs. Burying his face in her pussy he smeared her juices over his face. He put her legs over the arms of the chair and pulled her to the edge of the cushion. She watched as he took hold of his own cock and then studying her open sex, stroked it up and down from her anus to her clit, until her pussy gaped and flowed. Only then did David push past her broken hymen and deep up her accommodating cunt. He was good at this, even her tightness didn't distract him. He fucked her hard as promised, placing her legs over his shoulders and holding her hips he drove deep. Sister Joanne squeezed and grappled her breasts with one hand and held her lips apart with her other. By spreading her own pussy she could feel the breadth of his cock as it used her. Mr Robins's engorged cock now stretched and filled her like no dildo could. As he delivered all 8 inches she gasped, then he withdrew nearly all the way before slamming it back until his balls slapped her anus. The nun knew that a courgette was never going to be enough from now on as his swollen head hit her cervix. As he viewed the lustful nun the aroma of her dripping sex rose up, inciting him to fuck her harder. Sister Joanne was pushing back trying to get even more of him up her. She began to cum, the painter could feel her pussy gripping his cock. He could see that she had released her breasts and was focused on rubbing herself as vigorously. Her clit being the victim of her self abuse. He wanted to cum too, but her pussy was taboo. "Hold your legs for me, hold them high and wide.", he almost barked. She gripped her legs behind her knees and did as instructed. The painter pulled a bottle out from a table drawer close by and poured some of it into a hand, and more onto her anus. It was hardly necessary. The nuns pussy had already doused her anus with lubricating juice, the large dark patch on the cushion under her being witness to her arousal too. As he glazed his shaft with oil she understood his intentions. "No David, not there! No please!" But he had gone too far he had to cum. "Turn over, get on your knees, kneel against the chair Sister and hold your ass cheeks apart.", he ordered. She had been trained in obedience and doing as she was told was automatic. Kneeling there he looked down on a perfect pale ass. The nun had a narrow waist but a curvaceous behind. Joanne was pulling at her cheeks and her virgin sphincter was opening slightly. The painter admired her briefly before probing her anus with a well oiled finger. Once she had relaxed to the one finger he introduced a second. Each time he explored a little deeper which was met by a deep grown from the nun. The desperate man then pressed his cock head to her tight ring. Lucky he was highly aroused. His cock had to be solid to press past the resistance the pristine ass. Slowly her sphincter swallowed his wide end and he started to gently fuck her. "Oh my goodness, ohhhh." were the only cries heard from the debauched nun, but she followed direction, opening her cheeks reduced the discomfort. She didn't have to suffer long. The painter didn't fuck her very deeply, but it was enough seeing his cock disappearing in this nuns ass for his cum to surge forth and empty his balls into her. Sister Joanne kept quiet still as his orgasm pulsed into her. She felt his rigidity wane and eventually leave her ass all together. Staying in that position bent over the armchair he could watch her creamed open anus retreating back to its former tight self. All the while dressing himself. "Sorry if I hurt you Sister but I couldn't leave my seed in your pussy, and its a sin for it to spill outside of you." The nun had recovered somewhat, and whilst it had been painful it had been tolerable, and now it was over she felt exceedingly horny again. The painter left to clean up in the bathroom. The nun sat in the armchair again and leaving her naked body exposed as she fingered her wetness and teased her nipples. Mr Robins returned. "David cum for me again, I like watching your seed shooting out." This was the first time that she had directly asked him for something and wondered how it would be taken. Looking at this attractive nun displaying herself for him it was an easy decision. "Make it shoot over me, I want to see it on my belly and breasts." she coed. "If you use a courgette for me, and curse as you cum Sister I could do it.", demanded the painter. The nun nodded. With one retrieved from the kitchen he handed it over for her pleasure. Sister Joanne raised one leg over a chair arm and sucked 3 inches of the fruit, then brought the green tip to her opening. She gave her clit a little teasing before pushing home 6 inches of the wide courgette. This seemed to be just enough. Then nun then started to slowly fuck herself, wanking her clit as it was pushed deep inside. The painter gripped his semi hard cock and brought it back to life. Soon he was stood over the nun beating his 8 inches of angry cock whilst she teased him with her show. "Tell me when it's going to erupt.", pleaded the nun. "Curse for me Sister, talk dirty." He was pumping his cock close to her face. She could see the thick veins running down its length and the pre-cum oozing out and lubricating its purple head. His other hand was gripping his balls tightly and he seemed to be trying to milk his white seed out of them. "Fuck I want your cock David, I want it up inside my pussy. I want to have you fill me with all your juices, leave it up my tight cunt and let it to run down my thighs." Sister Joanne was shocking herself, she had not heard words like this since her time at school. Only the bad girls would speak like this in the toilets. "Its here." gasped the painter. His cock spasmed again. He pulled back to make each jet more powerful. His huge cock spat, hot cum landing over her nipples and stomach as it streamed out. More splattered over her thighs and some even landing on her pubic mound. He stood motionless as his cock went limp again with each beat of his heart. Sitting up she could just get it into her mouth and suck those final drips out of his spent penis. As she did she rubbed the cum over her breasts. The smell of his semen filling the air. She had been there too long. Sister Joanne was worried that her absence at the orchard would be noticed. "I have to go David, we can do this again can't we?" as she pulled her habit down. "Come and see me in the orchard sometime." she invited. She wiped her mouth and face before straightening her cornette and wimple. Leaving quickly she marched down the road leaving the tired painter looking longingly behind her. Her thoughts turned to whether the other novice she worked with would smell his semen on her breasts. Nun Gives in to Lust Ch. 03 The lights were out and the corridors of the convent were silent. If you listened closely to a few of the doors soft moanings would have been heard, as nuns met with the devil. Behind one particular door was a lithe middle aged nun. This fair skinned woman was slim but with a heavy chest. This Sister Joanne knelt in the darkness by her bed and contemplated her situation. After long years of struggling with her sexuality the 37 yrs old nuns resolve had finally collapsed. These past 3 weeks had seen her commit several lewd sexual acts with the convent handyman and one episode with the young priest. Even now as she prayed one hand was under her night gown, and two of her fingers caressed her ripe wet berry. Slipping her fingers lower she dipped them into her well of juices, bringing the wetness out to be smeared again over her clit. Knelt with her legs apart, her masturbation made no noise and the flow of juices ran unobstructed and unobserved down her inner thighs. Now as she came close to her release her mind went back to Father Adams, how heavy his balls had felt in her hand. When he had finally erupted his rigid cock had pulsed whilst flood on flood had gone into her mouth. He had held her head all the time he gushed, and only released her when he was spent. The semen was gastly slim but the whole episode had made her feel so alive. Just by the simple act of letting him use her mouth she had completely controlled him. She reached into a drawer by her bed and pulled out a courgette. Six inches were quickly lost deep up her love hole. The image of his purple cock head waving before her mouth was in her mind, the nun plunged the fruit hard and fast in and out. A wave of electricity ravaged her loins. Her pussy clasped the phantom cock as she relived the emptying of his swollen sack and her orgasm washed over her. Climbing into bed and wiping her finger over her stomach Sister Joanne relised that she needed to see Father Adams one more time. The only time they ever met was the rare times that he had sat in for the sick Father O'Hern in the confessional. However, later that week another opportunity fell in her way. That week a disaster had struck on a small island in the Pacific. A catholic school had been virtually blown away in the wake of a tremendous storm and a community devestated. Sister Joanne was asked to escort the Mother Superior to a local multi-faith centre, as the district churches gathered hoping to organise relief for the beleaguered islanders. Arriving at the centre Sister Joanne could see that this was going to be a huge effort. Priests, parsons, vicars and bishops were all there milling about, all with their entourage of helpers. People were busy being registered and accommodation allocated. As she walked down a corridor who should she pass but the tall blushing Father Adams. It was obvious that he had full recall of their last encounter, not only from his colour, but by the fact that he was finding it difficult to look at the older nun. Both carrying bags they had no option but to stop in the narrow space and do a little dance around each other. 'Hello Sister Joanne.", he managed to stammer out. Sister Joannes mind was working at 110%. This was such a surprise. She felt her own face flush and the devil between her thighs wake up. "Hello Father, I trust you are well. I hope you are feeling better after last week.", she teased. "Oh yes Sister much, but we really mustn't discuss issues raised in the confessional." he said in a worried tone. "Oh no Father I would never do that, but I have thought long and hard about life and think I have come to a crossroads. I would like to have your thoughts on a problem of faith I'm having." "Oh I'm sorry to hear that Sister. I suppose I could offer an ear for a little while. I'm free at 8pm tonight in room 34 if that suits you." "I will see what Mother Superior has planned but I shall try.", answered the scheming nun. Each patron got a room with a double bed and an ensuite bathroom. Unpacking in her room Sister Joanne noticed that it was organised for a man and that a new razor along with other toiletries had been left on the vanity. Never before had the nun done this but she had read in the womens' magazine at the doctors that men liked their women to be smooth. Taking the razor the nun showered. The years of blond curls came away. The shower alone was not sufficient. Moving in front of the mirror she sudded her lips and watched herself as she unveiled the virginal pussy of a pre-teen with each stroke of the razor. How neat her little lips were, and peeking above them the tip of her secret pleasure. She didn't have a mirror in her room at the convent, none of the nuns did, but now she watched her reflection as she used a finger to trace around her clit whilst at the same time her other hand worked her nipples to erection. 'God' she thought. It would be so easy to cum just like this naked in front of her mirror. No she would wait. Sister Joanne lowered her foot off the vanity and dried her smooth pussy. Dressing into a fresh habit and wimple, Sister Joanne went to her duties. After taking Mother Superior to a preliminary meeting chaired by the bishop, Sister Joanne was left to herself. Returning to her room she sat and waited for 8pm. Despite her nakedness beneath her habit her temperature was raised. "Come in." shouted the priest. "Do come in and take a seat." Father Adams was long and athletic. At 12 years her junior he looked like a shy film star pretending to be a priest. As she came in he rose to greet her. Taking her hand he led her to an armchair. The room was bigger than her own and there were 2 single bed instead of her double, but in all the other details it was a mirror of hers. She took in the room and noticed that there was a bag on each of the beds. Father Adams followed her gaze. Predicting her thoughts the priest added, "Ah that's Father George's, we're sharing. He's attending a logistics meeting. He wont be back until 10 he said.". "Oh Father I have been so torn by what we did. It has been my only thoughts." This had been mostly true with the exception of a fantasy one night involving the old painter and his large organ which she had imagined slipping up her in the orchard. "Despite your words Father I have continued to sin alone in my room. I have even had a coupling with an older man. A man who is a follower of the sodomites." This last detail had spurred him into great attention. He too had spent sometime in his bed at night with thoughts of Sister Joanne. He remembered their eyes meeting as she sucked him, and the look of astonishment as he had spilled into her mouth. As he lay pumping his cock into yet another tissue, in his minds eye he saw his fingers exploring her cunny and forcing entry into her anus. This week he must have used her 15 times as his mentor to ejaculation. "The man wanted to leave his seed in me and spread my buttocks, he even made me pull my cheeks apart. Then pressed himself into me, then he left his issue inside my behind." Sister Joanne made sure to be graphic this seemed to increase the difficulty that the young priest seemed to be having in finding a position to sit comfortably. She could see that there was now a bulge in the front of his trousers that wanted to get out. "Before that he also forced his manhood into my secred place. It was hugely swollen but it went in. The worst thing is that I liked it so. I even felt a release as he pushed himself in and out of me. He did this till he injected his seed in me." "All men need to release their seed often Sister, even priests have to, and I believe women need their moments of ecstasy too. Now did he just place his manhood into your bottom?" "No Father he place an oil round himself then used his fingers to apply it to my open cheeks." Under her gown she was dripping. She knew that the poor man in front of her would soon need to get his cock out. "Did he hurt you Sister?" "A little, in my secret place.", she said coyly. The priest moved off his seat and knelt at her feet. His hand moved under her clothes and up her leg but stopped. Any further and he would have known how wet she had become. "Can I see where he hurt you?" Sister Joanne laid back in her chair and pulled up the hem of her habit. By parting her legs wide she made her exposure more thrilling. She watched his face change as her smooth lips came into view. His face struck with awe. He could see how her cunt was desperate for someone to enter it. Her inner labia being deep red and swollen. A rivulet of pussy honey was oozy down. Using her fingers for maximum effect she spread her opening and pushed 2 fingers inside as far as she could. "Just in there he hurt, just for a short time. He hurt just the first time he pushed himslf in deep. Now it doesn't hurt at all." She held his hand that was resting on her thigh and brought it to her pussy. Extending 2 of his fingers she pushed them inside and gasped. Laying back she closed her eyes and lifted her habit higher, revealing her breasts. Her open was hot and tight, and while his fingers explored she gently squeezed and pinched her own nipples. The smell of her sex was too much for him. His virility was such that even without provocation he would cum 2 or 3 times a day. Tasting his fingers and returning them to their work he used his other hand to unfasten his belt and trousers. Sister Joanne was going to savor this. Too often it had been at a rush. No she was taking time on this occasion. Her young stud was giving her just what she needed. His fingers pleasured her and she could exercise her own clitoris. She moaned and squirmed on his fingers. Looking down she saw that he had his cock in hand and its purple end looked angry and hungry. "Father suck my teats, suck them but don't stop your fingers." Rising the priest buried his face in her breasts and took a large erect nipple in his mouth. The nun wanted to feed him like this forever. As he worked his fingers in and mawled her titties with his mouth. "Lay down." she ordered. Standing she pulled off her habit leaving behind just her wimple. He laid down on the carpet and she stood across his face. Looking up he saw the pre-nubile pussy being lowered onto his face. Kneeling over him she carefully teased herself on his mouth and nose. She had placed his nose between her labia to let his tongue give her clit the attention she desired whilst he stare at her tender anus. Leaning forward onto her elbows she pulled back his cock skin was able to take his length into her mouth, naked purple bulb first, whilst he ate her ass and pussy. For some time all you could hear was the cooes of love making and the slap of wetness. Her breast swung down and he would play with them as he tried to swallow what was coming out of her aroused pussy. It was a loosing battle. She flooded his face and at times would tense and cum, before relaxing and carrying on. He knew each time she was coming, her anus would go into a fit of contractions, and he couldn't get his tongue in it at all. Joanne concentrated on his cock. This time studying it as she wanked him. As she pulled back his foreskin she noticed how it would leak a slight drop of precum. This she would lick before putting the whole head into her mouth then bob up and down, before going back to pumping it in her hand. It wasn't as big as the painters but its veins stood out making it hard and strong. She moved to all fours, her curved rump looking up at him whilst she reached under and felt her own wetness. "Please Father but not your seed my pussy." she reminded him. He got behind her and gripped her hips. "You mean do it like the sodomite?" "Yes if you must or over me." She really didn't care. She wanted to feel full of his pounding cock. His rigid cock entered easily. She couldn't be more lubricated. Her perfect puckered anus beckoned to him and he started to exercise it with a finger as he slowerly began fucking her. His tempo increased as each time he rammed his cock in it would elicit a soft mew. As he fucked, his balls hit her fingers. She held them briefly then returned to her clit. He fucked faster and faster and her moaning became louder every time he drew his length out before slamming it back in. "Oh god no." he exclaimed. The thrill of fucking this horny naked nun was too much. His orgasm started. Stopping to cum over her would diminish his thrill. His instincts resisted him pulling out now. His cock had ejected 2 massive jets deep in the nuns womb before he had been able to withdraw. The rest shot over her ass and back. White streams coved her. Some dripping from her wimple. He looked down on her rear view as his cum surged over her time and time again. His pumping began to slow as he continued to rub his member in the furrow of her ass. "My turn I believe." said Father George. Neither had noticed him enter some time back. He had quietly sat down and decided to enjoy the floor show. Rising from his chair behind them, with a raging 8 inches in his hand. Father George pushed the spent Adams to one side. "Well no point holding back it looks like you've dosed the good nun with a cup full." the second priest pointed out. As copious amounts of cream was obvious and the smell of semen was thick in the air. Sister Joanne was hardly disturbed as an even bigger member was thrust up her. The white mess had started to run out and down her thighs as the nun continued in her desperate efforts to cum yet again. Father George used his cock head like a tool to smear the lotion around her pussy lips. Meantime the keen nun was actively backing onto to him in an attempt to get his cock in. One push from him and she was back in ecstasy. This fresh lover brought a new rhythm to her fucking. He had waited for long enough for his turn and was in a hurry to cum. As she started to writhe on end of his length, without restraint he delivered his load into her. Father Adams watched on. He rested in the vacated chair and massaged himself to hardness with the help of the spectacle before him. Getting up off the floor Father George turn to him. "I think the sloppy nuns would like more!" Sister Joanne rolled onto her back and panting she took a moment to absorb what had just past. Her legs splayed open and sagged as if they had all their energy removed. The fact that two priests were watching her openly displaying her creamed pussy seemed too bizaare to take in. Now naked, Father Adam returned to her orifice of pleasure. He drew her back onto him and place her legs over his shoulders, his cock entering her sodden mess. This was just a prelude. His real ambition was her perfect anus. No oils were necessary today. She was so relaxed that she gave way immediately. "I'm going to fuck your ass Sister Joanne. You're going to get me in your ass so deep." With that he slammed into her ass time and time again. She gripped him tight. "Oh yes hard, punish me, I'm a sinner, fuck me!" As he fucked Father George watch the old nuns tits swing around and her attempts at masturbation. Once hard Father George went and laid next to her. First he kissed her passionately, exchanging tongues. Then he moved to suck her nipples as his room mate abused her ass. Rearranging George finally slipped his cock into her mouth as Father Adams sent a second orgasm into the depraved nuns ass. "God I'm spent George, but her ass if so fine." "Roll over Sister.", Father George instructed. The nun complied. Father George put a cushion under her hips to raise her ass then he lay on top of her. "Help me Sister, hold your ass wide apart." Sister Joanne obediently complied. She reached round and parted her ass. The entrance was well used now and opened easily. Father George mounted her and assaulted her cum soaked ass. Again she moaned and cursed. "Fuck me hard Father, I'm a dirty sinner!" she muttered besides other profanities. Father George liked his ass fucking and took great delight his driving his cock into this submissive nun. Holding her by a shoulder he pumped her ass. Stopping occasionally to whisper something dirty in her ear, before returning to his ass grinding. After a few minutes he gave a final grunt and froze whilst his straining cock gave up its fluid. Father George rose and went to the en-suite to clean the wet mess left on his cock and balls. Sister Joanne moved in silence to the armchair, her wimple all dishevelled and cum stained. Despite her ordeal she still looked so attractive. Sitting with her knee drawn up she casually inspected her pussy. As the stench of sex rose from her pussy she wiped her fingers through the glistening lips before tasting the mixture leaking from herself. She wondered how many times she had cum, 3, 4 or 5 times. She couldn't recall. She only knew that her pussy was satisfied for the moment and that her ass had been brutally used. Eventually she walked over to the athletic young priest, straddling him in his seat, and waving her tits in his face she asked if they could do this again tomorrow, and did he have any other friends who might be in need of relief. Father Adams took hold of a breast, and placing the nipple in his mouth sucked for a while. His other hand squeezing her ass. "Yes we might be able to find another friend." he said with a smile. Nun Gives in to Lust Ch. 04 Convent life consisted of routine. Years upon years of the same routine until you gave in to the system or regime as some refer to it. The life was hardest of course for the younger nuns and novices. They still had to fight the demons of their sexual desires, and no matter what the older nuns may say, they all had their desires. On those silent, cold, black winter nights the warmth and tenderness of that cleft between their thighs calls to them. Sister Joanne had managed for some 19 years before her final resolve had been breached totally. Now nearly every night the debauched nun would kneel at the side of her crib and self-pleasure to the wildest fantasies, sometimes multiple times. But always in near total silence. An ear to the door may have discerned the sound of wet fingers slapping vigorously at a hungry maw. Not every nun or novice had that same skill as this sister, and as you know some noises are heard more keenly than others in that still night air. When her turn came to tour the corridors on night rounds, Sister Joanne had taken to doing so without shoes. By treading softly between the wings she could often hear the sighs and muffled gasps of the devil finding another partner. Somehow listening to these falls in grace was reassuring. She now knew that she was not alone in her failures. As she returned to her own door she could hear something different. It was drifting along from three doors beyond her room. It sounded like kissing and stifled moans. it was coming from Sister Ruths room. Sister Ruth was in her early 20s and had not long taken her vows. She had become a particular confidant of Sister Joanne (having particular friends within the order was frowned upon), probably as she hadn't seemed so much older than herself. They had talked quite openly about the difficulties of faith which is often taboo with the older sisters. Sister Ruth was a slender woman with the physique of a 15 year old. Her brunette hair and dusky skin had given her that Mediterranean beauty. Timid and awkward in her teens she had shied away from boys. Now a few years on, and she had started to have regrets as her self-confidence had grown. With her ear to the door Sister Joanne could hear more. Not words, no that would have been too risky, but noises. Noises easily recognised by another experienced woman. Within someone was painting the other with the softest of kisses. Even stopping to seek out darker places with her tongue. Behind that noise was another. Something, or some ones fingers, where being repeatedly pushed inside a receptacle that was nearly too tight to receive the intrusion. The rhythm became more urgent and the frenzy of limbs louder. Outside the snooping nuns pussy burned as she sensed her own lips engorging with blood. This warmth swelled her clit and made it peek from under its hood. One of her pockets was just an open slit and Sister Joanne was able to delved deep and were she began to encourage her pussy to bring on the ecstasy. She had to see though. The corridor was darker than the rooms if no candles where lit, so Sister Joanne turned the handle and opened the door inwards. There was no mistake, the sounds were definitely sexual in origin. In the gloom she could make out only the outlines of two naked bodies. One laying back on the bed, propped up by her elbows and another knelt before her and between her legs. The guttural soft moans were from the figure on the bed. The source of the chorus of a tongue lapping at wet lips, was from the figure on the floor, Sister Ruth. Sister Joanne touched the shoulder of her distracted friend. The other figures raised thighs had blinkered the busy nun from noticing Sister Joanne's entrance. Startled and shocked she instantly recoiled. Sister Joanne already had her finger to her own lips. Without a word she knelt down next to Sister Ruth, stroking her forehead in reassurance. Without being able to clearly make out her face Sister Joanne was aware of how wide the other nuns eyes were with fear. Sister Joanne first kissed her on the forehead then on her mouth. The heavy aroma of the young woman's sex was all over Sister Ruths face. She didn't rush the kiss but licked and probed her open mouth. Then forcing past her lips Sister Joanne plunged deep into her throat as any desperate lover would. The sign that she would be doing the same between the vulnerable Ruths thighs very soon. Turning to the body on the bed Sister Joanne leaned in, placing her face in the welcoming hot pussy. First she breathed the odour, hot and heady. Then open mouthed she too ate from the forbidden valley. Who this girl was didn't matter, she had to satisfy her own desires. The anonymous partner had a vigorous growth of hair. This had to be held apart for the sweetness to be accessed. The effort was worth while, the woman's juices flowed freely and inserting 2 fingers only increased the flow. Sister Ruth rose and mounted the bed. Making their victim lay back Ruth placed her knees either side of the prone head. If there had been light the girl would have seen that from the mass of hair were two open lips both dipping with lust juice. Lowering her spread hole, Sister Ruth began to work her clit across the girls mouth, insisting that she too had her juices drunk. Sister Ruth now leaned forwards and took over from Joanne. As the two naked entwined body's ate each other Sister Joanne began to suck at the nipple of a very firm youthful breast. The wonderful hard teat was comforting in her mouth. She knew just how to role suck and tease it to give maximum pleasure to them both. The shape of her figure, the outline of her face, Sister Joanne thought she at last recognised their silent partner. It was the novice Sofia, at eighteen she had only been at the convent for a few months. She was obviously not coping with the demand of celibacy that a postulant should adhere to. Sister Joanne now moved behind Sister Ruth. Her cheeks were open and so pale they seemed to reflect the faintest light. The spectacle before her induced her to do something she had never thought to do before. She held the nuns ass with both hands as it writhed on the face below, and tongued the tight virgin anus. The nun didn't resist but pushed against her probing mouth. Now she understood the desires of the priests that had abused her own anal passage with their hard cocks. It was all too much and Sister Ruth buckled with pleasure as wave on wave drove hard through her body from her clit. "Young lady." whispered the senior nun. "Give me your hand." On the bed Sister Joanne reclined and spread her legs. Her own pussy had been kept smooth since her exploits at the conference. The girl's nails were short and hand delicate. Guiding it by her wrist she led the postulant to her opening. "Now Sofia you are going to push your hand in me, and fuck me hard. Sister Ruth will suck my breasts." Now in command the others meekly complied. The young woman pushed into the tight old hole of this rampant nun. Tight as it was, never the less her whole hand was received gratefully, and each thrust returned with a low grunt of pleasure. For one so young Sofia was not new to arousing another woman as she pumped and lapped at the erect clit in the darkness. Sister Ruth nuzzled and sucked the older nuns ample breasts. Taking as much as she could in her mouth, she would suck and tease the sisters hard nipple whilst pinching her other. The thrill of her sexual power on the other two and the stimulation of the ramming of this nubile teenager was enough to release her own orgasm. The postulant thrust against the spasming pussy. She knew better than to stop before being prompted. So she carried on pumping the sloppy pussy, but more slowly, until the old nun pulled her hand out from her love hole. As she slowed she could feel all the tension in the older woman's frame melt away. "Enough Sofia. To your room. Say nothing. Shhh." The naked girl jumped off the bed and quickly threw on her thick cotton night dress, wiping her hand down the side of it. Joanne turned to Sister Ruth and held her in a passionate embrace. The two kissed long and hard entwined on the bed. Exploring each other with their hands and fingers. Fondling each other tenderly. Sister Ruth being particularly attracted to casually stroking Joanne's smooth pussy as she lay akimbo next to her, and Sister Joanne to the pert breasts that she could have sucked for days. Across the bed the sheet bore witness with several patches of love juices that would not be seen in the first light of morning, however, their scent would fill the room long after Sister Joanne had left. "Will she tell?" Joanne whispered at last as Sister Ruth brought her fingers to her mouth and tasted more honey. "No, she is a good girl. This isn't the first time. She's had a terrible home life and she knows it would mean returning to it if she get discovered." "Good, will she visit again." Sister Joanne wanted to get her own fingers into tight young thing and experience the wicked tongue of youth. "Yes soon, I will tell you when, but you don't need to wait for her. Please fuck me with your fingers. Put your wetness against my wetness." With that the nuns splayed their legs and crossed each other, bringing their most intimate wet places together in a writhing mass of mutual pleasure. Both searched the others soaking labia for her bud of ecstasy. In the darkness their joining could be heard far outside the door.