A Nun's Story

Sister Claire knew that it was wrong to be jealous of her friend, Sister Edith. But she was so starved of sex, the Gift that her Order prized so highly, that she could not help thinking about the sucking and fucking that the newest member of the inner circle would be enjoying. Mother Superior would be taking an interest in Edith and sex with other nuns could be very rewarding. But Claire knew from experience that Edith would be meeting with other priests and attending meetings to "help" the Order by taking hard cock up her holes.

She'd jerked-off young Teo from the village. That had been highly risky but she'd not been able to stop herself. And she had taken particular pleasure in sharing the Gift with Teo, giving him the special reward of having his cock stroked by a woman till he'd blasted his cum everywhere. Had she wanted him to return for more? Or was it simply the inevitable? His young, healthy cock had focused her masturbation in the nights following that incident. Edith's emails always resulted in Claire now playing with her cunt. Claire still yearned for Father Filippo or some other man who could roger her in long sessions of debauched screwing. But Teo provided her with a real cock. And the young man was not wrong in assuming that the sweet nun was hungry to pleasure him some more.

"You shouldn't be here, Teo," she warned him a few days after that first incident.

It heightened the risk if he started visiting on different days. Or when he had little food to deliver. But he was smiling that smile of his. And the nun was in no mood to resist his hugs or the way he pressed against her with that hard lump in his pants.

"I'm trying not to get horny," she moaned as he started to kiss her.

Of course he assumed that, as a woman from outside, the nun was always ready for sex. Which was not wrong in this case. Claire knew which cocks she wanted but it was impossible to ignore the one on offer.

"If only the village girls knew what you've got," she whispered while pressing her hand over his lump.

She could hear the way his breathing changed. The Gift was powerful, she knew. Just her hand against his cock, still outside his pants, was causing sweet Teo to lose his mind. The nun knew exactly how that felt because she was aware that her heart was racing and her cunt beginning to moisten. She could thank the Order for her being one of those nuns that did not have to eschew cocks for life.

"Teo... fuck... I love that cock."

The villager was still grinning as he pulled her tighter, already moaning his needs to the outsider. Teo knew little of the world and whether nuns really did play with the cocks of men in their flock. But he knew that Sister Claire seemed to have a magical hand that caused his orgasm to spew out, all over the floor.

"You are a dirty bastard," she moaned in desperation as she fiddled with the button on his pants. And suddenly his pants were falling down his legs and that hard, erect cock was revealed to the fresh air.

"Oh fuck. I should be stronger," she groaned. "But I need this cock."

It was standing so proudly that Claire, a woman as well as a nun, simply could not resist. With Teo still trying to kiss her, she reached a trembling hand around and gently tested his hardness.

"So hard," she breathed, as if to herself.

"Sister... oh, sister... good..."

"Yeah, you like me being a slut, don't you?"

"Beautiful," said the humble farmer. "Slut."

Not that Claire could quibble. Her hand was curled around his shaft. She could feel his heat and his twitching. Yes, the Gift was powerful. It made the nun begin slowly to move her hand up and down his length.

"This is what you wanted?" she asked Teo.

He had no answer. The young man was slack-jawed as the pretty nun stoked his hard-on. But there was no need for chit chat since Claire knew that a hard dick in her hand was exactly what she needed, too.

"We can't do this, Teo. Understand?"

That cock felt even better as she tightened her grip. The sound of his ragged breathing was loud in her ears. He was grabbing at her tits, helping himself to her body even as she worked his shaft. His passion and his touch were making her more excited in turn. She wondered if she ought to help him to last. Was that the best way to share the Gift with this young man of such humble station?

"Oh, you dirty bastard. But this has to be the last time."

Claire was only saying that to herself. As if to reassure her own mind that this was a temporary craziness. In this remote, conservative village there'd be hell to pay if they were caught. But this young man was so different. Even her early suitors, before she entered the Order, had pretended to be in control, gentle as they groped her. The throbbing hardness of his cock in her hand was the proof this young man had been denied too long.

Now Teo was pulling at her shirt, eager to slip a hand inside her bra. He was a crude, feverish lover but his passion was infectious.

"Slow... slow..." she tried to urge him.

It excited Claire to give Teo such joy after waiting so long to see bare breasts -- let alone to touch them. She moaned her own approval as he almost ripped her shirt open and squeezed a tit with his good hand.

"You won't last long, dirty boy," she chided him as she enjoyed the throbbing and twitching of his meat.

Young Teo, rejected by the village girls, had brought the perfect gift -- better than his usual food delivery. Sister Claire could almost forget about the Gift. In her over-heated state, she could almost forget about Father Filippo and Mr Watson. She'd wanted cock. The one in her hand was gorgeous and so needing of relief. And she knew he'd spray his seed all over the floor in just moments.

"Sweet boy. I'll give you something extra special."

Claire had struggled with the conservatism of the remote village. And sex was almost a taboo. She guessed that the women would be too hung-up to provide oral sex to their husbands. But Teo's lovely dick was there for the taking. Claire rarely missed the chance to suck a man. She ignored the peril as she pulled free from his hands and sank to her knees.

"See what you make me do? Dirty boy."

Face in his crotch, she took in his musky aroma of sweat and dust. Like the other men, the farm workers, Teo only washed twice a week. Claire missed the smell of men. And Teo's earthy, rough funk was quite the antidote to her months of denial. She knew that she'd overcome that tangy scent if it meant taking a huge load of cum in her mouth. If only she could do something about the fluttering sensation in her cunt.

"Trust me," she said, smiling softly up at the astonished young man.

His pre-cum was silky smooth on her tongue as she licked around the un-cut head. Teo might have been stunned but the instant pleasure from her mouth was enough to make him wait patiently. Claire could not help admiring his young, forbidden meat. Though Teo had no idea of what to do, she made sure to enjoy long licks along the throbbing shaft.

"You'll like this," she whispered. "Let nature take its course."

She engulfed him eagerly. Almost hungrily. It was slutty, she knew, for a nun to crave a hard cock so much. But it was a cock and the Gift was all about giving respect and affection to the male organ. As a member of the inner circle, it came naturally to Sister Claire to expertly suck a cock while she began to slide her lips up and down. It was rewarding to feel his hips flexing instinctively. The humble farm boy would be content to fuck her mouth. As she would for any priest, she cupped her hand around Teo's hairy, sweaty balls.

"Ohhhh..." he moaned softly. "Good... ohhhh... slut..."

Claire knew that was true. Her cunt was begging for attention now. His shaft felt delightful in her mouth. She worked along his length, her own drool cleaning away the sweat and village dust. He tasted better now and of course she used her tongue to add to the sensation of a woman's mouth on his manhood.

"Ohhh... Sister... Sister.." he was gasping.

The throbbing and twitching of his cock provided the signal she'd wanted. Not to mention his less than gentle thrusting as he greedily chased his own pleasure. Then came the strangled sound of his orgasm. And the forceful spurting in her mouth, the flooding of warm cum across her tongue.

"Arrrghhh... unghhhh..."

As a woman, the nun regarded this aspect of the oral Gift as the most rewarding. Teo had much to give and she reveled in the blasting of male cum. It was no trick to make the humble farm boy lose control but she knew men well enough to understand that their climax, their sticky stuff erupting from their cock, felt like the centre of their universe. To receive all that in her mouth was sensual and satisfying. She felt like a real woman. And her cunt needed its own relief even more.

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"I was so nervous when I arrived at Mother Mary's apartment," Edith reported in her next email to Sister Claire.

That was only natural. Sister Edith had been a virgin when she took her vows. The Order had assigned a wonderful priest, Father Peter, to help her learn but she still felt very inexperienced in the ways of the Gift. And her one lesbian encounter to date, with another nun, had been a whirlwind that had left Edith confused about what how nest to share the Gift. Luckily she'd not had time to worry that evening since the Mother Superior had taken her straight to her bed.

"Undress for me, child," her boss had said. "We don't need any of that foolish foreplay."

"Mother did not didn't seem to mind that I was feeling fat," Edith continued to her friend. "But she has a lovely body Slender with perky little boobs and such lovely thighs."

Mary was, indeed, more than happy with the naked body of the younger nun. She wrapped her arms around Edith before taking a long, sensual kiss from her mouth. Her hands had run down Edith's body to her soft, round bum where she'd gently squeezed while the pair kissed. She'd especially enjoyed her first caress of Edith's bouncy tits, actually a little bigger than the pair sported by the slim, older woman.

"There is nothing to fear, my child," Mary had said. "I asked you here to show you more of the Gift."

"We lay on the bed," Edith continued. "And her mouth went to my boobs. It was exquisite. Sister, I don't think my boobs have ever felt like that before." The younger woman had been surprised at the skill of the older woman's mouth, barely noticing the hand that slipped between her chunky thighs. "I think Mother Mary is a secret lesbian because she made such love to my boobs," said Edith, panting again as she typed the words.

"Sister Marian tells me that you have real talent," Mary whispered to her charge. "But we will take our time tonight."

Edith felt embarrassed that her boss knew the details of her brief romp with another nun. But there was little time for that as Mary soon had the younger woman positioned on all fours on her luxurious bed. Edith might have guessed correctly that Mary preferred women when sharing the Gift but she'd not really understood that the older woman was an arse-fiend. It was almost too late as she felt Mary trail soft kisses on her generous bottom and, just as before the Monsignor, gently spread her butt cheeks.

"Oh, Sister," Edith wrote to her friend. "It was even better this time. That woman's tongue is surely evil. Except that I know she uses it for the Gift. I could not stop myself enjoying it."

Mary was an expert in using the mouth for the Gift -- including riming the arseholes of anyone willing to engage in the taboo pleasure of sodomy. And she genuinely was excited to have a new subject, a sweet young nun still almost virginal in the sapphic arts. She lavished much attention to the wrinkled skin around that tight anus. Noting with satisfaction when Edith became so engaged in her own pleasure that she let her shoulders fall to the bed.

"Now you are learning, Sister," Mary had observed in a soft but firm tone.

That soft female tongue finally moved to the centre of Edith's tight anal opening. This time the blonde nun knew there'd be no cock to penetrate and fill her bottom. It was so rewarding to accept the probing of Mary's tongue which was so gently opening her rear entrance. And her soft moans grew as a finger began to tease at her shaven, wet pussy.

"I could not tell," she reported to Claire, "if I was enjoying her tongue or my slit being stroked."

Mary, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was doing. Just as her tongue began to penetrate that soft, dark opening she started a gentle massaging of Edith's swollen clit. She'd been right, of course, and Edith unknowingly had a definite weakness for lesbian play. Soon enough the younger nun was making the continuous sounds of a woman becoming desperate for release. With her face pressed deep into Edith's round cheeks, the Mother Superior employed her expert touch to pleasure that engorged button.

It still was a whirlwind for Sister Edith. She'd not yet considered the question of how much more she might enjoy lesbian play. It was too much for her brain to cope with the exquisite pleasure being provided by the older nun. One longer, deeper press of that tongue into her arsehole combined with the strumming of her clit and the sweet young nun was exploding with her first orgasm.

"I felt a little shame, still," Edith confessed. "So much lust on my part. Such wanton behaviour. But the Mother Superior seemed happy to continue."

Mary was, of course, very pleased with Edith's reaction. The younger nun had shown real promise in her play with the sexy Sister Marian. But that had been more about overcoming any initial shock, helping to prepare Edith for a hurried, crude arse-fuck from the Monsignor. The boss knew that the Order would benefit from another nun who enjoyed other women and, especially, who could explore more intense anal pleasures.

Claire guessed most of this. She was reading Edith's email while touching her own cunt. Claire knew about the kind of plans the Mother Mary would have in mind. Sadly, those plans did not include Clare getting cock any time soon. She was desperately horny after having taken care of Teo. Taking a man up her bum would have been a welcome cure.

"I could not believe how much I was cumming," declared Edith. "That soft tongue was so far up my arsehole."

She'd made the mistake of thinking this was as much as was expected that evening. But then the Mother Mary was turning her onto her back and sliding a large pillow under her hips. And putting her mouth onto Edith's cunt.

"Having my pussy eaten, by Mother Mary," Edith reported "was the most amazing experience. Sister, I am afraid I might have screamed out my lustful sins as she used her tongue and her lips to pleasure me every which way."

Edith honestly struggled to remember much of what was done to her. She tried to tell Claire how it felt to be transported by the most amazing oral sex. How heavenly it was to share the Gift in such an intense manner. Was it always so good with another woman? But better -- or worse -- was to follow.

"Dear Sister," Edith resumed. "The Mother was eating my pussy when suddenly I thought I might die. The most amazing thing happened when Mother Mary was sucking on my clit and stuck her finger deep into my bottom."

Mary had known exactly what she was doing, of course. There could be no better way of dismissing Edith's concerns about sin than by giving her a most intense experience of the Gift. The boss of the nuns already guessed that Edith would respond well to some more anal stimulation. She'd planted her mouth firmly on Edith's shaved cunt as she drove a finger into her sphincters. The cries and the bucking of hips from the plump nun was proof enough of Edith's joy -- as was the gush of wetness from her cunt. Mary had noted, also, the way Edith's backdoor relaxed and opened as her body responded to being filled.

"I thought that Father Peter... and then Sister Marian," Edith fumbled as she typed. "They have taught me so much. Fucked me so well. But now I see that I have a lot to learn."

She'd lost all track of what was being done to her before she finally realised that she was gasping for air in the slender arms of the delightful Mother Mary. She was not at all horrified to learn that her boss was just as horny as she was.

"That's wonderful, my child," Mary breathed as she kissed Edith's sweet face. "And I hope you are learning what to do when its your turn."

Sister Claire had to stop reading. Edith's report had come on top of her own breathless experience with Teo's young cock. The randy nun could no longer delay her own relief.

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Claire couldn't put Edith's email away for long. Her friend's reports about being introduced to the inner circle of the Order were playing havoc with her lust. But Claire already felt that she'd missed too much by being away for these past months. Her own initiation had been handled by her immediate supervisor, Sister Teresa. So she was intrigued about Mother Mary, definitely lesbian in tendency and, it was said, somewhat dominant in the bedroom.

"We shant keep you away from men," Mother Mary told Edith. "Father Peter has told me how you love cock."

Sister Edith blushed furiously at such talk but she could admit to herself, and to Claire, that she was eager to share the Gift with more men. It had been only three cocks so far for her. But she understood when Mary explained that there was great value for the inner circle in Edith developing her sapphic skills. The Order had female allies and supporters who enjoyed the Gift. Not to mention some of her sister nuns needed to be rewarded from time to time.

"You can start now," ordered the boss nun as she spread her thin legs. "Give me the Gift."

"I never imagined this," Edith wrote to Claire. "But when I am told to give pleasure... I admit to arousal."

"I love your kisses, child," the boss nun was moaning. "My pussy loves them more. But I need that tongue."

Sister Edith still felt horribly inexperienced. But she had no choice except to try as she'd done with Sister Marian. Of course, the randy, older nun was thrilled to be breaking-in a newbie. She gasped as Edith's worked through her soaking slit.

"Spread me... open me, child," Mary groaned with need.

"I've done a little study," Edith confessed to Claire. "And I have learned some things I enjoy when eating pussy."

With Mary's cunt splayed open, the younger nun found it easy to lick and suck on the distended clit. She admitted her thrill at the now familiar sounds of a woman having her clit pleasured in that way. And eagerly followed the guidance of the Mother Mary.

"My hole... tongue... yes, lick my hole..."

"I loved when she pulled my head in closer," Edith told Claire.

"Yes, child... lick me... stick it in..." commanded Mother Mary.

"It turns me on to use my mouth," Edith confessed. "And women taste good."

"Yes, my child... eat me... eat me... like an angel," cried out the Mother Superior who was now grinding her cunt into the younger woman's face.

"The Mother was not letting me go. But I think we both enjoyed that more," Edith wrote to her friend.

"Clit, clit..." gasped Mary as she dragged Edith's mouth through her gushing slit.

The boss nun was more needy than dominant. She just wanted so badly to cum on the younger woman's face.

"Aahhh... yes," Mary groaned. "Don't stop... dirty girl..."

"I know we should give the Gift," wrote Sister Edith. "But I confess I was aroused that the Mother was taking whatever she wanted."

Mary had been counting on it. Eager for what she really needed that evening, she flipped over and firmly ordered Sister Edith to tongue her arsehole. The skinny nun drew her knees underneath so that her tight anus was easier accessible to the novice arse-licker. And Edith, now in her own sexual frenzy, wasted no time in sticking her tongue into the dark, warm place. She was a quick learner and the moans of the older woman were all the extra guidance she required. Until Mother Mary quickly flipped back over and was once more guiding Edith's face between her thin legs.