Prince Charming/Further Education with The Nun

"You're a big boy for your age aren't you, and that was quite a performance," she says. She is sitting in a chair and your standing in front of her, still naked, with your limp cock hanging down. "You seem to be quite experienced; did you learn from your mother?"

You shake your head sadly. "My mother died when I was a baby. I just had some nursemaids and then Matron when I came here."

"So what you know about nuns," she asks.

You shrug. "Not much, except that you don't go with men."

She laughs. "That's true; we're not allowed to have sex, but that doesn't mean we can't have fun occasionally." She deliberately looks down at your still-limp cock. "You and that cute little boy, what was his name, Lance… Are you special friends?" You smile and nod. "So you have been fucking his arse have you?"

Hearing a nun talking like that is a bit of a surprise. She reaches down and cups your balls with one hand and smiles as your cock immediately starts to swell. "The best thing about young boys is their fast recovery time," she says, before bending down and kissing you on the lips. When you come up for air, she is undoing the buttons down the front of her habit and when she takes it off your surprised to see that she is naked underneath it.

Her breasts are small and her nipples pink and when you reach up to suck one, you find it odd that she doesn't seem to be much bigger than you are. You break off and stand back. A few minutes ago, she was a grown woman; now she looks like an eight-year-old girl. "How??" You stutter.

"Did they have Fairy Godmothers where you come from," she asks with a grin.

You shake your head. "Not as far as I know," you say.

When she wraps her arms around you and pulls you down onto the floor you stop thinking about anything else but her sexy little body. Your cock is standing up stiff and proud and when she wraps her hands around and starts licking the tip, it seems to swell up even more. If you hadn't climaxed so recently, her lips and tongue would have done the job in no time at all, but you manage to hold back.

She pushes you onto your back and climbs astride, lowering herself down until the whole of your cock is buried inside her cunt. You catch hold of her skinny hips and help her lift up and down, revelling in the sensation. You're watching her face and when you see her biting her bottom lip, you start thrusting up as hard as you can to meet her coming down.

When she recovered from the throes of her organism, you roll both of you over and lift her up onto hands and knees. She immediately realises what you got in mind and wiggles her cute little bum enticingly. Your cock is drooling pre-cum, and after dipping it into her hot cunt a couple of times you pull out and press it against the little pink starfish of her arse. "Be gentle," she says as you begin to push.

Lance and the two or three other boys whose arses you have fucked, were all fairly experienced, but now you realise that this is the nun's first time. "Do you want me to stop," you say, easing back a little. By way of reply, she moves back against you and soon the head of your cock is stretching her sphincter. There's a subtle difference between a boy's arse and a girl's; for sure, her bum cheeks are softer, but it does actually feel different as you start fucking her in earnest.

Later on, as you lay on the rug with her in your arms, you ask; "tell me about Fairy Godmothers?"

She stands up and, by some kind of magic, she becomes a grown woman again. You get yourself dressed as well. "What would you ask for if I offered you a wish," she said.

"That's an old one," you say, "ten more wishes of course."

She laughs and it sounds like music. "I can give one wish a year and because I like you so much I'm going to let you have one. Think carefully and remember another old one; "be careful what you wish for; oh! I can't bring any dead people back to life."

It doesn't take you long to think what it is that you really want, apart from getting your mother back, but you take a few moments to phrase the wish carefully so that they can be no misunderstanding. "What I really wish," you say, "is that my father would go back to being the person he was before my mother died."

• Four years pass