A Nun's Story

That night, after her pleasuring of the Mother Superior, Sister Claire lay in her own bed with a head full of thoughts of sex. She could not help recalling her recent experiences, first with the Monsignor and then Mother Mary. Claire knew that she'd been used and abused. There were no complaints. She wondered about her journey -- as a woman and a nun -- to someone who could enjoy such degrading experiences. It had not turned her off. All she really needed now was a good cock filling one or more of her holes. Her favourite, thick vibe was in her hand.

What she could not decide was whether it was Mary or the Monsignor who would provide the best fodder for her lust that night. Being sodomised by the dirty old man was not an inspiration. Yet, she could not hide from the joy she felt from sharing her body, and the Gift, like that. Nor could she ignore her plans for their next meeting.

Mother Mary, too, had left her unsatisfied and desperate to be touched and pleasured. The wicked older nun had more than taken advantage of Claire. But, then, Claire had come to accept her somewhat submissive nature when it came to the Gift. If only she'd received Mary's mouth on her own steaming pussy.

Finally, Claire rolled over with the image of skilled cunt eater and a beautiful cock. As so many times before, it was thoughts of Father John that carried her masturbation that night.

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Sister Edith, too, had resorted to pleasuring herself at least once each day. Still, that was not enough to sate her needs. It seemed the only chance she had to deal with her almost constant horniness. The trouble was that she had now entered the world of the inner circle. The Gift, the special sexual favours she and her sister nuns shared with others, was treasured and guarded carefully. Edith understood all that. But there was no escaping her need for a good hard cock - and being aroused all day was starting to interfere with her work.

Somehow it was made worse by spending her day with other nuns from her Order -- those who were not part of the inner circle and who had no idea of the secrets that Edith was party to.

"I am getting bored," one of the other nuns had told Edith, "with always doing the same work."

They were part of a small group having lunch one day while working in one of the suburban centres run by the Order.

"But this is what we do," Edith had countered. "This is what we committed to. Its how we live our holy vows."

"But not everyone. Some of us get special duty. And get to meet special people."

"Yes," said another nun. "I've heard the rumours, too. That some of our sisters have a special life. Special assignments. Spending time with priests... and other men."

Edith tried to pooh-pooh such talk. She was lying, of course, but did her best to show that she'd never heard of such things. Besides, all of the nuns were engaged in work that brought them into contact with men all the time. Meeting men did not mean that nuns were doing anything untoward. Or so she said to her colleagues. She also tried to caution against the sin of gossiping.

"Its more than meeting men," suggested the first nun. "I am talking special assignments... having a lot of time with priests... and travelling out of town or meeting men in other cities."

"Its dangerous," said the second nun, "for nuns to be alone with men. Nothing would happen, of course. But... temptation..."

"Temptation?" cried the first nun. "I assure you that some of our peers are indulging in pleasures of the flesh."

"It cannot be sex," exclaimed the second nun. "Our Order could never stoop to that. Or survive if we succumbed to such sinning ways."

Poor Edith had been aching to blurt out the truth. She, alone in this group, knew the truth of the inner circle. And the wonders of the Gift that she'd shared with Father Frank. Not to mention with other nuns, members of the Order.

"That sounds like wicked talk," she had assured her companions. "You'll end up reporting it in confession."

Happily for Edith, the second nun soon managed to change the subject. But the scurrilous talk of her fellow nuns had left her cunt moistened.

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Edith had found her nightly thoughts being occupied by Father John. She'd heard much about him form Claire. And Edith was sure he was a wonderful lover. Her friend, Sister Claire, had admitted that this priest was the man who'd first helped her to explore the Gift. Though she'd not mentioned his name for some time. Edith wondered if something had happened between them. And now Edith was standing inside the apartment of the somewhat mysterious Father John.

"I don't want you to be taking risks," John said evenly to the younger nun.

Edith was more than horny enough for this risk. She was desperate to share the Gift, Claire had never revealed to Edith exactly what Father John had shown her and taught her. But her friend trusted this priest. He was a friend of the Order, and its inner circle, Edith knew. And he was very good-looking. The priest was Claire's lover but Edith was sure he had much to share with her, too. If she dared.

"Father... please help me..." she whispered as her cunt throbbed with desire.

John knew that Edith had been fucking Father Frank. That had been part of her introduction to the inner circle. The boss of the nuns, Mary, had chosen the older priest as a kinder, more gentle teacher -- at least, compared to Edith's encounter with the frenzy of Mrs Edmonds and Father Brendan. The look in the eyes of the inexperienced nun told John all he needed. Like her peers, Edith had become increasingly excited about and committed to sharing the Gift at every opportunity. She was obviously on heat. Most inappropriate for a nun but his cock was growing harder the longer she stood in front of him.

"Show me the kind of help you need," he told her softly.

Father John could be gentle when the situation required. But some women preferred a priest to take charge in the bedroom. Mrs Edmonds, his most recent conquest, had experienced such arousal that she'd submitted to everything he'd ordered. Young Sister Edith seemed to be just as possessed by her carnal desires. Watching the pale, plump nun sink to her knees in front of him, John knew that he was going to enjoy helping her.

"You want to share the Gift that badly?" he asked her.

"Father... I need to... its wrong but... I can't help it."

How else to explain her need for carnal pleasure from a priest? A priest who was almost a stranger. Yet, she knew too well, thanks to other priests, that such men could be enthusiastic to grant such a wish. Edith counted on that now. Too nervous to make the first move, she waited for Father John.

"Go on, Sister," he said quietly.

Edith was not the submissive type. But she was inexperienced and still looked for guidance. Just as some priests were only too happy to show the way to a novice. And John was not about to pass up the opportunity to make best use of a willing, horny young nun.

"Oh... my..." she heard herself murmur as the hard cock sprung from his trousers.

"Go on, Sister."

She thought it the nicest cock she'd seen so far. Hard and thick. Edith could not really judge by size but instantly she knew she needed that hard meat in her cunt. And she knew that the best way to ensure that was to use what she'd been taught. There was something obscene about sucking a priest -- Father Brendan and then Father Frank. But this new shaft felt so good as she stretched her lips around him.

"Yes, Sister... yesss.... your Gift is something from heaven itself."

Edith was a little surprised at the thrill of her mouth being filled. Those other nuns, her colleagues, would have fainted if they could see what she was doing. Their jealousy made her want to suck Father John even deeper. Not that she'd forgotten the risk she was taking. But illicit fellatio was proving to be exciting. The swelling and throbbing of the priest's mighty sceptre was making her cunt wetter. As were his sounds of delight.

"Faaarrckk... what a mouth."

Edith imagined that other members of the inner circle would never be this wicked. But she wanted this man so badly. And she figured that giving maximum pleasure to the sinful priest might somehow protect her. Massaging his balls as she knelt in his apartment, she stuffed more cock into her mouth.

The priest knew better -- some of her colleagues were always ready and willing to share the Gift. Sister Claire was one and he wondered if she had sent Edith to him -- was this woman her substitute? It mattered none as Edith willingly accepted his suggestion to strip off.

The once chaste nun felt excitement at baring her body for him. It was a relief to see how he enjoyed the sight of her chunky body and her small tits. His hands were the perfect antidote for her nerves. Edith knew it was wrong to let herself be touched that way by a man, a priest. But she told herself that sharing the Gift meant that Father John was more than entitled to run his hands between her legs. She could only gasp as his fingers traced over her shaven mound and her swollen, wet cunt lips.

"Hmmmm... you do need help, Sister," he said with a quiet grin.

"I want you, Father," she moaned.

It was true. And it was the first time she'd ever said that out loud. But her lust was making her feel more confident. Readily, she followed John to his bedroom and allowed him to direct her back towards his hard, thick cock. Edith had imagined that she'd be taking the lead, telling the handsome priest what she needed and exploring the delights of his manly body. That included his mouth-watering cock, thick and rigid. But Edith succumbed as Father John pushed her head down to his crotch. Engulfing him again, she thrilled to his holding her head so as to thrust into her willing mouth.

"You are perfect for the Gift," he groaned distantly.

"This is so perfect," she gasped while rapidly stroking the base of his shaft.

"Ride me, Sister. Now that we've removed the wrapping."

Some women might feel self-conscious on their first time with a new man. But he was a priest, after all, and obedience was drilled into the nuns. Besides, she was too excited to resist his urging. Forbidden sex was intoxicating -- even more when it was Claire's lover who was so eager for her body. Panting hard, she straddled the naughty older priest and sank down on the thick, fleshy staff.

"Sweet lord," she gasped as the spongy head pierced her opening.

"Who can deny the Gift?" he moaned, grabbing her little tits to force her down.

"Yes... yes, Father," she cried out as her pussy began to engulf his meat.

She'd been right -- he was thicker. Which seemed to make him feel harder. Moaning aloud, Edith let her weight force her cunt muscles to accommodate the priest. The naughty nun was intoxicated by the sight of the handsome body beneath her. Not to mention the pleasure coursing through from his thick shaft as her groped and squeezed her tits.

"Yes, indeed, my child," the priest grunted.

This new nun was nicely tight around his shaft. Knowing she was out of bounds, John was keen to take full advantage. He lifted his hips and drove his cock up into her soaking hole. Edith was surprised by his vigour but not by the assertiveness of a priest. She was cumming freely and hard, grinding her cunt down on his lovely, thrusting pole. Edith had wondered about the sin of a noisy climax but forgot such things as she rode him eagerly, excited at his play with her bouncing tits.

"Dear lord..." she cried out helplessly.

Edith had hoped that for once she'd take the lead. She'd known how she wanted to be fucked that night. But it was impossible to resist the priest. Especially when John, with his physical strength, flipped her onto hands and knees. It was base. It was primitive. And the nun knew how good it felt to be fucked like that.

"More Gift for you," groaned Father John.

He took a brief moment to enjoy the fulsome, shapely arse. A nice fleshy slut to grab while he lined up his cock. Which was what Edith needed right then - more of that beautiful dick filling her sopping cunt.

"Yes, Father... please..." she moaned helplessly.

Her juicy buttocks made for a most inviting sight. John grabbed them firmly and shoved his length into Edith's gushing cunt. Her gasp betrayed her joy at being filled once more, her muttered blasphemy a rejoice at being skewered by the handsome man's thick meat.

"Take it, my child," John grunted as he began to ram into the nun.

Edith had been hoping to seduce Father John. Looking forward to exploring the body of another man before a gentle screwing. But, as a member of the inner circle, Sister Edith really could not refuse whatever the priest wanted. And she had no protest for his pounding of her sweet cunt.

"You like it? The Gift... like this?..."

"Oh... yes... fuck..." she whined as he rammed her from behind.

Father John was enjoying Sister Edith and her lust. Once again he was amazed by these horny nuns and their Gift. And this newest member of their inner circle was a wonderful offering. His balls were slapping against her shaven cunt lips. And Edith was cumming freely, crying still more of her release as the weeks of denial finally were behind her.

"Father... pleeeassee... oh, fuck me..."

"Real talent... for the Gift," he grunted while ramming her still harder.

"Lord... oh... love that cock..." she was crying out as her tits shook to the power of his thrusting.

"My seed..." he groaned, his balls close to boiling.

"Father... oh, give it to me... inside me..."

She really wanted that now. No more of the slow fucking, taking what she needed from the priest. His power and passion somehow made her want to yield to this man. And it felt so right, so womanly, to receive his cum load. To have this wicked priest empty his balls inside her.

"Fuck... child..." he growled just as his cock exploded inside her.

Edith felt it, too. She'd been fucked enough times now to sense the subtle changes as a man blasted his cum into her eager pussy. And she was thrilled to take a full load from Father John as he rammed deep into her.

"Yessssss... fill me... yesss... oh, Father..."

Edith could not help but be thrilled by the vigorous fucking from the handsome priest. Cumming with her cock wrapped around a cock was still the best. He had taken control but that had not dimmer her pleasure one bit. Her powerful orgasms would keep her sated for a few more days and she had to be grateful about that. And there was an extra delight as he moved around to present his half-hard cock to her face. Those foolish nuns who so freely gossiped about the affairs of others would never know what she knew about priests and their dicks. His cum was dripping from her cunt as she took him into her mouth once more. It was covered with her juices and his semen and the talented nun fought the sin of pride as she cleaned him thoroughly.

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Sister Claire might have been surprised that Edith could be so amenable to the demands of Father John. She was the more naturally submissive of the pair. Though she, too, had found herself in a situation that was the opposite of her usual approach to the Gift. Claire had told herself that it was no problem to be used in such a demeaning, impersonal away by Monsignor Davis. Still, she found it hard to let such a man reduce her in that way. It was her penance, true, but Claire knew she had even less interest in another matter-of-fact arse fucking from the Monsignor.

Her aim, still, had to be for glowing reports from the senior church man to the Mother Superior. But the nuns of the inner circle of the Order had a great many talents and possibilities for sharing the Gift. So much sucking and fucking, at least compared to a dirty old priest, had prepared Sister Claire to give a little surprise.

Once more she was naked as she stood before the Monsignor. He was expecting simple sodomy, a tribute from the nuns who so badly craved his support and protection. And this nun was young enough to really interest him, her slender body and firm tits making his cock rise faster than her boss. He groped her freely now, the power of his office ensuring she would not resist him.

"My my... child... the things that heaven gives us."

"Thank you, Monsignor. I want to please you."

He scoffed at that, thinking that Claire was like the other nuns and willing to debase herself for the benefit of his power. Still fully clothed himself, the older priest gently squeezed the B-cup tits and pulled at the hardening nipples. It pleased him, indeed, that his touch seemed to make her breathing faster. And he helped himself to her soft arse, grabbing and mauling her cheeks as he pulled the slut closer.

"I can show you, Monsignor," Claire offered.

She'd seen how the Mother Mary could direct matters with the Monsignor. He imagined himself to be in charge when nuns came to share their Gift. It never occurred to him that the Gift itself gave power to the nuns. Or that their naked bodies, ready and available for him, drew him inevitably into their plans. Claire was unaccustomed to such plotting. But she was determined that she should enjoy giving her arse to the dirty old man. Her cunt was moist with the excitement of taking the lead for a change.

Pulling away from him, the nun perched her bare arse on the edge of his desk. As she'd rehearsed in her mind, now she parted her slim thighs so that the swollen flaps of her cunt were displayed.

"My pussy, Monsignor... its ready for the Gift."

"Ohhh... my child..." he groaned as his hand reached down to the warm, bare skin. "Delectable."

Claire was relieved at how easy it was to have the Monsignor follow her plan. He was a man with little idea about what women needed but his illicit, sinful touch was deeply pleasurable. She wanted to encourage him to go further, to find her surprise treat. A soft moan escaped from her throat.

"What a slut you are," he muttered with approval as he began to rummage in her moist folds.

The nun felt a sinful thrill as the dirty bastard fell for her scheme. She leaned back further and spread her legs a little wider. That was to help the Monsignor discover that this appointment was to be more than the usual.

"What... what is that?..."

"Sir, it's a butt plug," she tried to reply calmly. "Its special for you."

"Yes, child. Is there some problem?"

The Monsignor had expected that the nun would present herself to be sodomised. Despite the sinfulness, Davis had come to enjoy greatly the opportunity he had to use the tight butt holes of the Order of the Mount. It surprised him more than it should that this nun seemed so knowledgeable about matters of fornication. Though he was not shocked that Claire reached out to stroke his erection through his trousers.

"No problem, Monsignor. This is the Gift."

"Sodomy too good for you, wicked child?"

"Not at all. Monsignor. Please... enjoy both... both places..."

She was moaning now as the old priest stroked his fingers over her cunt entrance. The usual deal was that he had access to the backsides of these somewhat willing nuns. But he recalled how previously Claire's cunt had been wet for his cock to penetrate.

"Both slutty holes?" he asked as he sampled the wetness of her cunt.

"If you please, Sir," she breathed to him

"My word... Mother Mary has turned you into a harlot."

Her natural response was to slip from the desk to her knees. It was easy enough to keep any man interested by showing interest in his cock. Davis' was not a prime specimen but Claire knew what her job was. Besides, he was throbbing and twitching nicely as she slipped her lips over his length. And his grunts of pleasure had the usual effect of making the naughty nun's cunt even wetter.