A Nun's Story

Edith was excited by the early return of her closest friend, Sister Claire, from her faraway mission. It did not occur to the younger nun that some problem might have arisen. Or, worse, that Claire might have transgressed important rules and been brought home to face punishment. Edith was still new to the inner circle of the Order of the Mount. But she had much to share and to ask Claire. Now that Edith had passed her initiation with the Monsignor Davis, she wanted to learn as much as she could before her first proper assignment.

"I am so ready to share the Gift for our Order," Edith told her friend.

"That's natural," explained Claire.

She knew that what was really motivating Edith was arousal, a natural desire for more sucking and fucking. Not that the nuns often dared to express themselves in such terms. And Claire had extra reason to be cautious now.

"The thing is," she went on in a gentle tone, "to not let pride or avarice overcome your responsibility to our Order."

"Yes, I know," whined Edith. "But its been weeks now. And I don't know how long I can wait."

Claire understood the problem for Edith -- her learning with Father Frank had ceased once Edith had taken the Monsignor up her arse. For whatever reason, however, Mother Mary wanted Edith feeling horny and desperate before her first assignment. Which meant waiting.

"The man -- the priest -- who taught me... about the Gift..." Claire tried to explain. "I wanted to be fucked by him every day."

"Yes exactly," moaned Edith. "A little bit... makes me want more."

"You're ready for more. You've learned how to use your body for the Order."

"Yes... yes... even my bottom. I had to learn...you know... anal..."

"That makes you special. Not all nuns can take it in their arse," Claire pointed out. "Still... you must be careful."

Claire felt some natural pride in her own capacity for anal sex. Had it not made for a wonderful sharing of the Gift with priests? Not to mention Mr Watson, the businessman and powerful ally of the Order.

She had no idea whether Edith's next assignment would require her to give her backside to someone important. But Claire knew her own fate After her illicit activities in the distant farming village, the Mother Superior had decided that she had no choice. Claire had tried to omit the worst of her behaviour but Mother Mary had guessed much of the details. The wise older nun knew full well that a horny Sister Claire had succumbed far too easily to the desires of the farners. She was unaware that Claire had let the older of the pair use her bottom. But she was in no doubt that younger nun had found it impossible to resist two hard cocks that had begged to be sucked.

"I can understand those young men pressing you for the Gift," Mary had conceded. "But our Order demands that you be strong and use the Gift only to further our work."

That was not quite true, of course -- Mother Mary was like the other members of the inner circle in finding opportunities to satisfy her carnal desires. But Sister Claire was in no position to argue about such things. She needed to stay in the good graces of the nuns' boss. What she feared now was penance in the form of a period without the Gift -- the same enforced celibacy that had led her astray in her most recent assignment.

"After all your training," Mary continued. "It seems that you need to be reminded that humility is key for members of the inner circle."

"Yes, dear Mother," mumbled Sister Claire, aware of just how harshly the Order could punish miscreant nuns. "Please help me to do better."

"You should be helping us," replied Mary with frustration, "I've had Mr Watson reminding me that he is eager for you to return with your special talents."

Claire had thought of the prodigious Mr Watson so often while in her faraway post. She was cautious but genuine in suggesting that a suitable penance would be for her to service that huge cock in any way he wished.

"You are one of the few nuns who can be so readily sodomised by our important sponsor," Mary conceded.

But the boss nun was certain that that was not the way to handle Sister Claire. It was hardly punishment enough for Sister Claire to give her such a special assignment. And it had already been arranged that Sister Teresa, with her massive tits, would spend some extra evenings with Mr Watson. It was hoped that this would satisfy Mr Watson whose support and practical assistance was so crucial to the Order.

"My other problem is a shortage of new members of the inner circle," she confided to Claire. "I've no-one to send to the Monsignor for our regular ritual of initiating new nuns."

Shocked - and a little disgusted - Sister Claire had known that she was getting off lightly by being required to present herself each week to be sodomised by the Monsignor. That did not make her any more eager for the task.

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"I am very pleased to see you again," grinned the dirty old priest as he ushered Claire into his office. "But I don't really understand the reason for your visit."

The nun was relieved that her indiscretions had been kept from Monsignor Davis. Somehow being an anal slut for him would have been worse if he'd known about her weakness.

"Your Mother Superior sort of explained it to me," he went on. "But she is always here when one of her charges shares the Gift with me."

Mother Mary had been thorough in planning Claire's penance, including briefing her on how to handle questions from the old man.

"Mother Mary prefers to supervise us nuns during our initiation," agreed Claire. "But she wants to keep showing our appreciation even if we don't have any new members."

Sister Claire understood why Mary was not attending these sessions. The deviant older nun was an anal fiend and normally she rejoiced at licking a fresh new butt-hole to prepare it for Monsignor Davis. Without her, the old man would not bother with such niceties. Mary had decided that being dry-humped in her tight butt was an appropriate suffering for Claire.

Standing in his office, she took her time to strip naked. Claire wanted only the most glowing reports to get back to Mother Mary. A little teasing of the old man, a slow reveal of her naked body, might help. Though she knew he'd have ogled and leered at her no matter how she undressed.

"My my... yes... well, I certainly appreciate that." he grinned wickedly.

"Its part of our Gift. Our thanks for your support of our Order."

It hardly mattered how she explained it. The dirty older priest was out of his chair and slowly running his hands over the naked nun. The body of the younger woman might have been made in heaven. Soft yet firm, nicely curvy and the flesh so inviting. The last one had been quite OK with her blonde hair and plump shape. But the Monsignor was more desirous of the perky B-cups this harlot presented.

"Sister, I think you enjoy the Gift as well," he murmured while squeezing her tits and gently pinching the hard nipples.

There was no point arguing. Claire had discovered from the start that the Gift always made her aroused. Her mind wanted to resist the dirty priest. But her body was a different matter. And his touch was not so bad, since the Monsignor had gathered some experience with the female body. Claire had to hope that her physical response would help to finish her ordeal a little faster.

"Of course, I am always pleased when the Order shares the Gift with me," he moaned as one hand stroked over her belly to her shaven mound.

"Yes, Monsignor," she breathed while trying to ignore the moistening of her cunt. "Let me help you."

Claire was less happy to be offered to the Monsignor as a punishment. The dirty old church leader was her least favourite to share the Gift, a man of power who merely exploited his rank to take advantage of young nuns. But it was easy to slip to her knees and extract his hard dick from his trousers. The old guy was not so large. Still, his erection was impressive enough. Claire stroked it gently while smiling up at him. The sight of a naked nun kneeling before him was certain to make him fully hard. In spite of her disgust about Monsignor Davis, she was determined to give him the full works. She waited for his hand to touch the back of her head and then engulfed his holy sceptre.

"You dirty nuns..." he groaned with delight. "Sluts... how do you learn such pleasures?..."

The Monsignor could not have guessed how many men -- priests among them -- who had enjoyed teaching this nun the finer points of fellatio. Though Claire's enthusiasm was just as important. Cradling the hairy balls in one hand, she tried to impress the Monsignor by taking his full length into her mouth. It was easier when he pulled her head into his old man's crotch.

"Yesss... yes, you whore... suck it."

"Its my honour to give the Gift," she mumbled around his erection.

"Oh yes, child... honour your priest," he groaned while thrusting himself into her sweet mouth.

"Hmmmm..." moaned Claire around the throbbing shaft.

She still did not approve of the Monsignor and his attitude but the horny nun could not help enjoying his hard cock sliding over her tongue. He was a dirty old man but oral pleasure was the most intimate part of the Gift. Sister Claire felt his balls moving inside his soft pouch. She delighted in the power of her holy vocation as the hard, throbbing shaft worked in and out of her mouth.

The Monsignor, however, had different views about the Gift and about these slutty nuns. It was they who'd convinced him of the mutual benefit of fornicating with the Order of the Mount. And agreed that sodomy was, all things considered, the ideal method of sharing the Gift with him. With his hand on the back of the nun's head, he could easily grab a handful of hair and force her over the plush lounge he'd bought for this very reason.

Sister Claire was relieved that she'd made his cock nice and hard. And slick with her drool. She admired any cock in such a state. And her cunt was quite wet enough to treat the senior church man to a quick fuck. She should not have been surprised when the Monsignor penetrated her snatch from behind. Her chief concern was that she could not stop her moan of pleasure.

"Yes... hmmm..." he groaned as he forced his length into the wet snatch. "I know you harlots enjoy this more than you admit."

"Oh... Monsignor..." she gasped with delight. "Its the Gift... take what you want..."

Claire had forced those words from her lips. There was a special humiliation in being used in this manner, by a man who cared only for his final release. The nun might have hoped that the Monsignor would content himself with her warm, tight snatch. But it was her poor anus that was his target. Claire was reminded that she'd brought this on herself. There was no escape.

"You are no virgin, dear Sister," he groaned as he thrust deep enough that his balls rested against her fleshy folds..

In fact, Davis rather did enjoy the sight of her pale, fleshy buttocks as he bent the nun over his lounge. He was still a man, after all, even if most of his experience was with virginal nuns. And he knew it would help to open her channel with a finger. He plunged his cock once more into her wet cunt as he started to work a finger into the orifice -- so tight and inviting. Claire, not expecting the double penetration, betrayed her thrill by allowing a small moan to escape her throat.

"Don't fret, my child," he growled. "I'll fill your arse next."

The nun felt a tremor of fear. She'd known this arse fuck would not be pleasant. The dirty old priest preferred to be crude, rough. Without Mother Mary as her chaperone, Claire was at his mercy. And Davis was more excited than usual by the soft, white flesh of her bum cheeks with the clear target of her tight dark entrance. With more practice than was proper for a man of the cloth, he lined up his cock and shoved the head into her backdoor. Claire could not help but grunt in protest.

"Urgghhh... oh..."

Of course the dirty old man thought doggy was the best way to sodomise a willing nun. And the little slut had offered herself. He tried to shove another inch into her, listening to her soft sound of pain.

"Yes," he growled. "You like it in your chaste little bottom."

Claire had no answer. Was he mistaking her sounds? Or did he prefer to tell himself that she was enjoying his assault?

"Urrggghhh... yes... Monsignor... take it..." she lied.

She could only cling to the thought that she'd taken many a hard dick in her arse before this one. He was far from the biggest. He was grunting now as he tried to force himself deeper into her protesting sphincters. The Monsignor was going to take her arse no matter what she said.

"Nice and tight... and warm..." he cooed as her body relented and stretched for him. "A nice arse fuck with a dirty nun."

Claire felt her humiliation anew. Her other priests appreciated her sharing her body with the Gift. But this old bastard was simply using her, taking what he thought was owed by the Order of the Mount. Her arse was just a hole for him and Claire was simply a servant of the church -- as nuns so often were. But she needed a good report to Mother Mary.

"Enjoy, Monsignor... use my bum for the Gift."

Claire would much rather have taken Mr Watson's massive monster in her bottom. But she had no choice -- this was the penance given by her boss. And she honestly felt it was not so bad. His average-sized dick might almost have been the perfect size for an impersonal butt-fuck. And his careless ramming was no worse than the older brother who'd so carelessly enjoyed her rectum. She could only wait for the slight burning to turn to something more pleasant.

"Very... talented..." he growled while reaming her arse.

This one was agreeably tight. Not like the usual virgins he was given, their fear making their sphincters clamp tight so that he must force his way through. He thrust into her over and over, feeling the way her tunnel stretched and accepted his rock-hard shaft. He'd readily accepted the idea that sodomising a willing nun was not sin but part of a glorious alliance with their Order. And the arsehole of this little slut was so perfect in the way it seemed to grip his cock.

"Yes... use me... " she urged him, her body warming to the task. "My bum... for you..."

Claire was a little surprised at how aroused she was feeling as the dirty senior man plundered her arsehole. It seemed so out of place to be fucked like this and, yet, need to orgasm with him. But Mother Mary had been strict -- the nun was forbidden to touch her clit while being sodomised by the Monsignor. And he had no interest in her climax.

"The Gift... and soon my seed..." came his growl from behind.

"Yes, Monsignor..." she moaned as her body rocked to his crude ramming.

And what did a man like Monsignor Davis know about control or maximising their shared pleasure? The nun was just a hole for him. A recipient of his hard cock. A receptacle for his seed. He unleashed his climax then, growling anew as he plunged deep inside that warm, fleshy tunnel.

It was Mother Mary who'd taught Davis how to best enjoy the climax he always received from sodomy. And he continued his thrusting even as he blasted his seed into the dirty slut. Each thrust was timed to accentuate the pleasure of his orgasm, ramming deep so that every jet was deposited deep into her bowels. Claire rode his vigorous thrusting, understanding his need and rejoicing -- as she always did -- at the glory of her rectum making a powerful man lose control. The nun was a lover of the male orgasm and was moved to highlight what prowess the dirty old man possessed.

"Yes... oh, cum... in my bum... don't stop... please give it all..."

"Now you have my Gift," he grunted to her as he withdrew, his cock shiny and covered with her filth and his semen.

"Yes... Monsignor..." she panted, naked and draped still over the back of his lounge. "Your Gift is welcome."

"I believe we have another appointment. Same time next week."

"Yes, Monsignor. Its all arranged."

Claire knew that she was being dismissed. It added to her humiliation. What was worse, though, was that his uninspiring arse fuck had left her horny for more. She was already wondering how the next session could be made more satisfying for her.

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"Monsignor Davis was very happy with your first appointment," Mother Mary grinned to Claire.

"I am glad to hear that," replied Claire. "You are right about humility. It was good to share the Gift with the Monsignor."

Mary knew that Claire had been left feeling unsatisfied and extra horny after the arse fuck from the dirty old man. She was under no illusions that Claire was toying her own holes each night. After all, Claire had an unusual hunger for cock, even for a member of the inner circle. Taking a hard dick in her bottom would only stoke that need. Which was, after all, the point of her being sodomised by the Monsignor. Sister Claire needed a proper lesson and Mary was ready to stoke her arousal a little higher.

"It was Father John who first introduced you to the Gift of sodomy."

"Yes, Holy Mother. He was... very kind and let me share that with him."

"Of course, as you were told from the start," Mary went on while her cunt twitched, "we do all this for the good of our Order. The Gift is something provided by heaven. We make the best use we can."

Mary did not have the same enthusiasm for cock that was felt by most members of the inner circle. She was in her late forties and her introduction to the inner circle had come from her desire for women. Just as some nuns could learn about anal sex, if they were willing to truly enjoy the Gift, she'd learned about men and their particular needs. If it helped the Order, she'd been willing to learn how to suck and fuck priests and others. In truth, she'd been surprised to discover how enjoyable men could be. But her preferences were centred around anal play and the exquisite pleasures of the Gift of sodomy.

"I understand, Mother. My bottom... it is for the good of us all for the Monsignor to use me back there."

"I'm sure it is," grinned Mary. "But humility will require more than that."

Now she led the somewhat shocked nun to her bedroom. As befitted the head of the Order of the Mount, Mary had a spacious apartment and a lovely bedroom. Though Claire did not realise that one of the drawers held a large collection of sex toys.

"We in the inner circle are the only nuns who get the privilege of a nice, hard dick up our bum," Mary was explaining.

"Yes, Mother. And I am grateful for the privilege... with the Monsignor."

"Good," said Mary quietly as she began to disrobe in front of her charge. "I want you to learn about serving your elders and betters." She was laying her body on top of her large, soft bed. "And tonight you will learn humility by sharing the Gift with me."

The older woman rolled her slender body over, lying face-down while fully naked in front of Sister Claire. By now there was no ignoring the throbbing in her snatch.

"Get undressed," she ordered Claire. "Instead of receiving, tonight you will administer the Gift of sodomy."

Claire had never directly discussed bisexuality with other members of the inner circle. It had simply been introduced, as if it was expected that she would learn to share the Gift with women. Though she was aware that some, such as Sister Mercy, had no interest in fucking men. But she had wanted to be accepted into the inner circle, to prove her worth. Her first lessons had been surprisingly enjoyable and convinced the horny nun that sapphic pleasures, too, were a part of the Gift. And besides, there was no argument that her Order was at times well served by a nun being taken to bed by another woman.

"You will start on my shit hole," groaned Mary, thinking of the gathering wetness in her cunt.