The Templars

'What's it like out there?' Syncletia asked.

'Out where?'

Syncletia gestured generally. 'The world.'

She was standing in the courtyard in front of the hall of templars. The Captain was with her. The Captain was everything you would expect from his title. A gruff prelapsarian, with an eyepatch and a shaggy beard, at fifty-five he had devoted his life to defending the religion with arms. He was in full regalia of leather boots, a long leather cloak, a leather hauberk and with one very *very* long cock dangling between his knees. Like Priapus, the pre-christfall man had none of the natural blessings of the new hyper pornified generation of God's children, but, in common with most people of his age, had indulged plentifully in the sexual augmentations that had given his cock its extraordinary dimensions.

The Captain thought on the question. 'It's different out there because they haven't taken the light of God into their hearts. But the main difference is that out there you will find both kinds of sin. The good kind and the bad kind. And not necessarily in equal measure.'

'The good kind and the bad kind...' Syncletia said reflectively.

'Lots of souls to save, let's put it that way.'

'Through the good sin?'

'I'm no theologian, Syncletia. But you do have a way of sending men to heaven. And you will require a chaperone. Of that there's no doubt,' the Captain said definitively.

Syncletia had dressed for the journey. Of course none of that had included washing off any of Prior Priapus's copious emissions of sticky balljuice that decorated her body, and her tits and face were still covered in thick white spunk, with a particularly long and thick, gluey rope clinging stubbornly to her chin that dangled when she walked, just teasingly positioned from the topmost curves of her absolutely massive, hugely projecting, round, perfect knockers.

Of course she had chosen not to cover them, preferring to stick a couple of tiny black X's over her nipples, and in other respects she was formally attired, with a black and white PVC wimple, long, shoulder-length, black shiny, skintight, fingerless vinyl gloves, a vinyl corset with silver clasps on the front, crotchless black shiny vinyl panties that were slung high over her luscious hips, and very long PVC boots that went up to the top of her thighs with eight inch heels and platform soles.

Syncletia observed the Captain's thick, lanky, lolling cock that hung between his thighs and started to make kissy noises with her mouth at it.

The Captain looked down. Syncletia curled her finger at it in a 'come hither' motion.

It rose. Quickly.

Tissues bulged and stiffened in the massive hog and veins throbbed with blood at Syncletia's command. Within ten seconds, the Captain's dick was fully infused and massively tumescent, girthily inflated, arm-thick, the bloated head already disgorging treacly precum as it came up to point at her. The monster cock was pointing diagonally upwards, directly the latex porn nun's face.

'Captain, I'm starting to wish it was you that were accompanying me on this journey. You, and of course, your absolutely monstrous fucking meat pole.'

'You shouldn't try to tempt me Syncletia, to temp without fulfilment is a sin. I'm afraid I have my orders, I'm to stay and guard the convent.'

'That's a pity, Captain,' Syncletia said as a treacly droplet of thick, clear, glossy precum was strung all the way from the tip of the Captain's bellend all the way down to the flagstones on the ground, 'still, it's not going to stop me making out with your gorgeous meaty cunt-cannon.'

The young porno Nun winked at the Captain and leaned forwards, opening her lips and planted both of them back together with a wet slurping splat onto the precum-slickened, rounded, bell-shaped helmet of his cock. She held them there, rather than as usual impaling her whole whoreish face on the massive cock, and started to give the Captain's dicktip the sloppiest, sexiest, horniest and tongue-filled French kiss it was possible to give, swirling her lips around the pulsing, bulbous, purple dick hood.

'F-f-f-fuck...' the Captain breathed. The slutty young nun was certainly something else.

Syncletia applied her gloved hand to the vast fuck staff, curling her finger around the already rampantly rock hard and turgid appendage, and took one long slow twisting stroke all the way from just underneath the rounded lower brim to the muscular root.

'MMMMMmmmmm...' Syncletia said dreamily, pulling away so that her lips were still connected to the smooth, purple, bloated head with silvery filaments of spit and precum. She slid her hand further still until her fingers were clasped round the elastic skin of the Captain's ballsack, gripping it firmly so that his round, meaty testicles throbbed in her palm.

The busty latex porno nun opened her mouth and stretched her tongue out as far as it would go, and then used the grip that she maintained on the Captain's testes, tugging them up and down, to make the Captain's beefy, muscular groin missile bob up and down in the air. The blunt, slick, glossy, rounded purplish head pat-pat-patted against the torpedo-titted nympho's extended tongue, making a wet sound with each soft .

'I'm going to miss you, Syncletia,' the Captain said, as Syncletia once again closed her plump, ripe, pink lips over the tip of the captain's tubesteak, cheeks bulging as her mouth enveloped the head, 'what I could do with a week or two of you sucking my cock in the countryside.'

Syncletia disgorged the meaty tip of the monster phallus and smiled at the captain.

'Oh, you're sweet Captain,' she said sexily, 'but look, Captain, there's a simple solution. Why don't you suck your own dick while I'm gone?'