1. A nuns seduction


    Date: 3/26/2016, Categories: First Time, Masturbation, Mature, Author: phatwilly, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    It was late July and s****r 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, Mr Robins, who was employed by the abbess to attend to the exterior or their buildings. Mr Robins was clipping the edge of a very tidy lawn. "Good afternoon s****r" 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 vegatables. 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". s****r Joanne was intreged, 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". s****r 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, s****r Joannes mind was racing as to ...
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