Seduce her

Eyeing Abby up and down Willow came to a conclusion. The girl had been in the process of undressing for her shower so she was in nothing but her plain white undergarments. The resonating aura from the book was clearly effecting this impressionable young nun with her nipples clearly pushing into the fabric of her plain bra, the girls pressing her thighs firmly together to give her pussy some of the stimulation it was **** for. Walking over to her bag, Willow took out the book and did nothing but place it on top of her things, its power no longer hindered by the confines the bag. The effect on Abby was instantaneous. Immediately her legs began to weaken from the absurd amount of lust coursing through her body. Willow watched in satisfaction as her prey began to softly moan, her thighs now showing a distinct amount of dampness.

"Whats the matter babe?" Willow purred mischievously, "Did you like the look of my body?" she spun around once again, giving Abby an eyeful of her pale and completely smooth, perfect skin. Walking slowly over to the frozen girl the ran a finger along her neck and watched the goosebumps spread from everywhere she touched, hardening Abby's nipples even more if it was possible. "Its time to get these.." willow reached behind her friend "..Off" and with that she popped the strap of Abby's bra, exposing her pale tits. The girls nipples were of such a light color of pink they looked almost non existent, their hardness bringing them to poke out over half an inch.

"Willow...we shouldn..." but her voice was cut off by a moan as Willow took her nipple into her mouth and started sucking hard, her hand snaking down the tense back of her sexual captive and squeezing her groping her ass roughly.

"I think its time we put that mouth to use somewhere more...useful. Don't you think?" the gentle yet insistent pressure her hand was placing on Abby's shoulders leaving no room for question.

Abby's mind was still flooding with all the perverted and lecherous things it had ever seen or conceived of. At the forefront was the memory of the book she had sneaked into her room when she was less devout. It was a romance novel featuring a shy, impressionable younger woman being introduced to the world of sex by the hand of an older and more confident woman. The natural submissive had coveted this book above all else and it still resided in the bottom of her wardrobe, her weak heart unable to rid herself of it completely. What was happening now was like her most preverse fantasy coming true. Willow was her mistress, she knew that now, although not in her 30's like the mistress in the book, Willow's confidence and seductive nature were magnified tenfold by the other book sitting on the bench beside the recently corrupted couple.

Abby was almost completely on her knees before she realised two things that she didn't expect. One was that her pussy had made a puddle on the floor. And the other was...