A Nun's Story Pt. 23

Sister Claire was certain that she was the horniest and most sexually needy member of the Order of the Mount. Some of her sisters in the Order were also intimately acquainted with the Gift -- the liberal partaking of sexual pleasure which supposedly was done only for the benefit of the Order and its good works. And those in the inner circle of the Order had organised many ways to pleasure themselves. It just made sense to use their sexual energy to win favours with important and powerful allies. Nuns like Claire could be rewarded with any number of sexual adventures with important outsiders.

Which made it all the more cruel that she'd been assigned to this foreign posting for an entire year. Claire understood that it was necessary. The Order took seriously its role in helping the downtrodden of the world. She knew the story of how that mission had led to the nuns in centuries past discovering of the value of the Gift. Select members of the Order had been "fucking for Jesus" ever since. It was impossible, though, to think only of her mission when her carnal urges were so powerful.

She was assigned to a remote village in another country. The people were subsistence farmers and her role was to assist them to engage with the outside world -- the traders beyond the mountain pass who would take advantage of the poor villagers but think twice about trying to rip-off a nun.

It was a worthy task she'd been given. And Claire knew that it had been a reward to help prepare for her for a more senior role in the Order. That would be a role where she had eve more opportunities to share the Gift. Just as was the case for her supervisor, Sister Teresa. And the head of the Order, Mother Mary, who seemed able to fuck whoever and whenever she wished.

All the same, there was so little to distract Claire from her urges. On her previous posting, Claire had enjoyed the company of the wonderful Father Filippo. With his lovely tanned body and that wonderful, manly cock. How she longed for the horny priest and his preference for languid anal fucking in the open air. Filippo was usually in her thoughts at night when her lust became too much to resist. But this village had no church to help repair. No local big-wigs to fuck in exchange for their support. No local mayor or police chief who was randy enough to screw even a nun.

She masturbated daily -- sometimes twice a day. A lovely, wooden hip-knob had proven her best friend in that regard. Still attached to part of the original back post from an old chair, the smooth wood was used in her cunt whenever she needed a cock substitute. She'd wondered if it had been left there by a previous visitor from her Order. Or whether a villager somehow had anticipated that a woman might need such an object. She enjoyed imagining it was Filippo - or perhaps Father John or even the impressive Mr Watson.

Such measures had become vitally important given the length of her time in the village. The plan had been to visit home at three-month intervals. Claire had assumed those short breaks would give her the opportunity to enjoy some cock. She'd hoped to be fucked until she was unable to walk.

But three months had turned into almost six. At first, the mountain pass had been blocked by landslips. Then the airstrip had been declared unsafe for flying. So masturbation had been her saviour.

She was grateful for emails from home -- when reception was available through the satellite link. Sister Edith had been keen to stay in contact. The younger nun had been thankful for support once her secret had been discovered and she'd been introduced to the inner circle of their Order. And Claire was pleased that Edith's progress had continued smoothly. Using well-worn methods, the senior nuns were preparing her to use the Gift as a full-fledged member of the Order of the Mount. But those damn emails and the detailed re-telling of Edith's sexual journey did not make Claire any less horny and desperate.

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The time had come for Sister Edith to be presented to the Monsignor. He was a dirty old man who happily took advantage of his seniority over the Order of the Mount. Like his predecessors, he was a passionate supported and defender of the Order. Over time he'd embraced the opportunity to initiate the newest members of that inner circle. A young nun, an anal virgin, was always a treasured offering from the nuns. He'd been shocked, at first. But he'd always lived up to his end of the bargain.

Edith had known this was coming. And that there was no way to avoid it. Being introduced to the ways of the Gift, and the workings of the secret inner circle, had helped with her guilt and shame about carnal acts with a priest. She'd always known she was a terrible sinner -- a virgin when she first took her vows but unable to avoid sinful, lustful thoughts. She had too easily allowed herself to be seduced by Mrs Edmonds. Or was it, in truth, Father Brendan to whom she had succumbed? It hardly mattered when forced to confront her carnal trespass to the head of the Order, Mother Mary. Instead of some dreadful punishment, Mother Mary had shown compassion and care.

Except that Sister Edith wondered if, in fact, she was being punished by being forced to join the inner circle. Her friend, Sister Claire, had explained that she would be given to Monsignor Davis. It was explained that this was a long-standing ritual to keep a strong alliance with a man who did so much to assist and protect their Order. Edith understood the purpose of giving sexual favours to an important church ally. Though it had made her shudder to learn that the Monsignor would mainly be intent on fucking her arse.

None of which changed her gratitude at the chance to discharge her sins by engaging in more sexual activity -- sharing the Gift. And at the same time to help the Order of the Mount.

She definitely had enjoyed learning about the Gift at the hands of the wonderful Father Frank. The older man had been so gentle and thoughtful as he'd expanded Edith's sexual repertoire. All for the good of the Order, naturally. On the other hand, Edith could not shake the feeling that her service was its own penance. Sister Marian, certainly, had taken her own pleasure from "teaching" the wayward Sister Edith. Being buggered by a strap-on and fisted by the other woman's small hand had made Edith wonder if there was a difference between sharing the Gift and being a sexual plaything for other nuns.

Which was not to say that Edith had not enjoyed her play with Sister Marian. She'd assumed that lesbian lust was even more sinful than her usual carnal desires. Never having had any interest in sexual exploration with a woman, Edith had been surprised at how much pleasure it brought.

Entering the office of the Monsignor, the Mother Mary had taken on a serious tone. That did not stop Edith practically shaking with nerves and anticipation. She feared failure as much as the unknown of an older man forcing his erect manhood into her almost virgin bottom. But it was impossible to ignore that she was aroused and curious. Letting the Monsignor have her would be just another case of fucking for Jesus. But so far the Gift had proven a guarantee of incredible pleasure.

"My, very pretty," smiled the Monsignor.

Edith did not think so. She considered herself plain-looking. She wished she had larger breasts. And she considered her body to be too fat -- though in truth she was merely a little plump.

"This is Sister Edith," replied Mother Mary. "Our latest initiate. And eager to share a special Gift with you."

Edith knew that was the signal to remove all her clothing. The young nun could still feel shame at being naked before others. More so an older and more senior man of the church. But she was an offering to the Monsignor. And a little turned-on to see his excitement at her naked body.

"My, yes... very pretty," the Monsignor observed, still grinning. "And this is her initiation? Her first?"

"Yes, Monsignor. Sister Edith is a virgin in that way. I bring her here to share that Gift for the first time."

It was not strictly true -- not if the teaching with Sister Marian was considered. But there was no reason for the dirty old man to know about that. He would hardly have been interested anyway since he was already stroking Edith's soft, pale body.

"Hmmm... yes, a wonderful new addition to your secret group," the Monsignor observed. "I imagine she will do very well with this Gift you always speak of."

As it happened, the dirty old priest thought it heathier, and sexier, for a woman to have a little meat. He had no idea how unattractive he was as he leered at the helpless young woman. Older than Father Frank, he appeared to Edith as no more than a lecher. Though she enjoyed his touch. The Monsignor had learned to appreciate the female body -- thanks to the nuns of the Order of the Mount -- and it showed in the way he caressed her generous, soft buttocks. And his gentle squeezing of her small tits that were so pert as they jutted from her heaving chest.

"Don't be nervous, my child," he said softly. "You are just perfect."

Sister Edith was breathing harder now. But that was less her nerves and more her arousal at being touched so sensuously by the senior church man.

"Thank you... thank you, Monsignor," she gasped.

"A good choice, Mother," he said as his fingers grazed over her bare-shaven mound. "I am sure young Edith will be of great service to your Order."

The Monsignor thought to make use of the cunt as well. To enjoy the feeling of that young, no doubt tight, pussy encasing his hole sceptre. Being a senior man of the cloth had many advantages but even he struggled to avoid the sin of temptation. He had to remind himself frequently of the wise counsel of his predecessor -- anal sex allowed a priest to avoid the double sin of fucking and using contraception. So far, Mother Mary's flock had never disappointed him. What other man was guaranteed a procession of virginal young women to be initiated? His cock was as hard as ever at the sight and feel of this luscious little tart.

"Oh yes, my child," he moaned to Edith while tweaking her small, pink nipples. "The lord made you for this."

Edith had been warned about his wicked lust. Mary had assured her younger charge that Monsignor Davis would be so addled with desire that he'd ignore whatever Edith saw as her physical imperfections. She saw how true that was, the Monsignor ardently groping and caressing her naked body.

"She really is perfect," he breathed. "It explains why the Gift is so amazing."

"Shall we begin?" Mary was asking.

They had a well-established ritual. Moving in close, she waited for the Monsignor to curl one arm around her and for his attention to move to her own slender figure and small tits. She confirmed that all was ready by running one hand over the front of his trousers. As she'd tutored Sister Edith, it was time to bend the young nun forward over the plush lounge that the Monsignor had chosen for these very occasions. Her chunky legs and round arse earned a groan of approval from the dirty old man. And Edith moved her feet wider apart as Mother Mary went to her knees behind her.

It felt so wanton to display her rump for the older man. And Edith was reminded that she's been an unwitting part of a sinful threesome on the occasion of losing her virginity. Except this time she was the only person who was undressed. And her boss was gently pulling her arse cheeks wide so that her tight arsehole was revealed.

"Just perfect," the dirty priest repeated. "The Gift of sodomy is so precious."

"Let me prepare her," replied the older nun.

Then came the first touch of Mary's tongue on her anus.

"Oh... I..." started young Edith. "Oh, Mother..."

The young nun had expected only a cursory licking of her tight hole. But the rimming from Mother Mary was so sensual and so delightful. Edith instantly realised that her butt hole was a source of pleasure. She'd not really known that Mother Mary had a preference for willing females and was a confirmed lover of analingus. Distracted by the sudden pleasure, Edith forgot about her duty to Monsignor Davis as she tried to push her bottom back to meet the thrusting tongue.

The intensity of her position was illustrated when the older man plonked himself on the lounge next to Edith. Not especially interested in lesbian sex play, he ignored the way Mary stroked her finger lightly along Edith's bare-shaven cleft. While the young nun began to gush with cunt juice, the Monsignor amused himself by caressing and squeezing her small tits. Davis had wished fantasised about a regular sex partner and young Edith would have suited him perfectly. He was unaware of the pleasure the young nun was experiencing. And how hard she found it to suppress her lustful moans as Mother Mary probed her butthole with her much-practiced tongue.

"Now your turn, Monsignor," announced Mary.

Edith was relieved that she was no longer the only one in a state of undress. Though she felt vulnerable all the same since the priest's cock was to be prepared for the single act of sodomising her young body. She looked on with admiration as Mary easily extracted the older man's cock and, without pause, began slowly to fellate him. At least she could guess he was not too big for her tiny hole.

"Yes, my dear child," groaned the Monsignor. "What a talent you have for your Gift."

Davis always felt a most severe lust when his cock was being sucked by a nun. And Mary truly was skilled at this task. He placed a hand on her head, urging her to suck him deeper and to bob her head faster. There was no sin of lust involved since, after all, this was part of a ritual which for years had furthered the charitable works of the Order of the Mount. The Mother Superior always seemed an ardent cocksucker. Despite her leaning to females, Mary had been looking forward to a good slurping on the church man's shaft. Modest though this specimen might be, the boss of the Order got quite damp herself from taking man meat in her mouth.

"I am ready," Monsignor Davis announced. "And this young nun is eager to provide the Gift."

This time it was the Monsignor who spread the young, generous butt cheeks butt as he stood behind Edith. Ready to be fucked, she felt terribly vulnerable. And wondered again if she'd been brought to the old man as penance rather than initiation. Perhaps the Order was intending to teach her a lesson after all. Her tutoring from Father Frank had been sensual and intimate but the Monsignor was matter of fact and focused only on his part. She was grateful to have the Mother Superior so close.

"Oh, fuck..." she gasped. "But that's..."

The dirty old man had forced his cock straight into her wet cunt. It was lucky that she was wet. That was much to do with the rimming as her wicked anticipation of being fucked. Edith had thought this was all about her bottom.

"Shhh... just relax," whispered Mother Mary to her. "We grant the Monsignor anything he wishes."

"Yes... yes, Mother," Edith groaned, unable to contain her delight at having her cunt filled by the randy church man.

"Perfect... as I said," he groaned between thrusts into the wet hole.

It was a detour for the senior church man. He told himself that the extra lubrication from her soaking cunt would ease his entrance into her puckered anus. Though he had enough experience with these lascivious nuns to know that they enjoyed him in their cunts. Edith could not help but enjoy his thrusting though she knew he was not as good as Father Frank. The Monsignor fucked her as her cunt got wetter. Then he spread her butt wider. This time he was aimed directly at her virgin hole.

"Try to relax," murmured Mother Mary. "You're going to share the Gift with the Monsignor."

Edith knew she had to relax. Somehow his firm hands were reassuring and sexy. She was ever so turned on by the fucking in her cunt. And at the same time a little frightened of what the old man would do in her bottom. She really did not want it to hurt. But she'd go through with it -- excited to be tasked to help her Order by sharing the Gift with this important man.

"You will be tight for me, Sister," he said gently.

The pressure on her opening was unmistakeable. And not unpleasant. The old priest was forcing her hole to open. But it was gradual pressure and not sudden ramming. Edith found it quite enjoyable -- like the play with Sister Marian or when she inserted a but plug. She knew that his gentle hips movements would soon cause her entrance to yield to him. The feeling of a real cock - real flesh - against her anus was thrilling.

"Share the Gift with me, Sister," he moaned and then, suddenly, the head of his cock popped into her anal opening.

Edith could not help a stab of fear. Except that she realised it was exciting to feel her backdoor being filled by a real cock. The teasing on her mound by Mother Mary's fingers helped as well.

"Please... please take the Gift," she mumbled.

Monsignor Davis paused with the head of his cock wedged in her opening. The break was only long enough for him to add some spittle to his shaft. With a firm grip on her hips, and her generous buttocks caressing his cock, he began to slowly work his length into her tightest entrance. It was slow going but the dirty old priest already knew he'd fit his entire cock inside her sweet, virginal rectum. He heard Edith gasp -- more with surprise than pain -- and began to drive his cock deeper.

"It's the most important Gift," Mary was whispering to her. "Try to enjoy it."

Sister Edith was enjoying it -- sort of. Her passage had been penetrated before but still her body was being challenged to stretch to accommodate the holy sceptre that was humping into her from behind. It was not pain, as such. More of an ache that was thrilling for the sin of sodomy. It was breathtaking to feel the rampant cock buried to its hilt in her bottom. It was the most intense way to enjoy a cock moving inside her.

"I think she enjoys the Gift," grunted the Monsignor.

"She is happy you're her first," replied the Mother Mary, now sliding one finger to Edith's clit.

The young nun was, indeed, enjoying sharing the Gift with the dirty old priest. The stretching, the sensation of being filled in her arse, had become a rush of pleasure. It felt so much better with a real cock, after all. And the excitement from his ramming making her small tits jiggle. The slight burning in her tunnel had almost faded. Now she could focus on the excitement of giving her arse to this important man. Not to mention the gentle massaging of her clit.

The dirty old priest was more concerned with his own pleasure. These nuns had to earn the favours he provided them. This new subject was a good instalment. Her plump body felt so good in his hands. He liked the way her generous bottom jiggled in time with his thrusting.

"I should not spill my seed," he groaned from behind. "Better to pump it into you."

"Please, Sir... yes..." she moaned, thrilled that she would make him cum. "Pump it all into me."

Mother Mary had seen it all before. The nerves of a young nun. The difficulty of that first penetration. The most recent offering had been far less successful -- a young woman unable to enjoy anal sex. But Sister Edith performed well and her sphincters had quickly accepted the old man's cock. And the Monsignor had no idea about making a fuck last.

"She wants this Gift," Mary said to the Monsignor. "Its her honour to take your seed."

"A tight little nun," he groaned. "Not long."

He was focused only on his own pleasure. But what man could resist when his cock was buried in a tight, young rectum? How could anyone suggest that sodomy was sinful when it felt so good? And looked so good as the generous, pale arse stretched for him. Edith would have agreed as she felt him ram into her from behind. Her bottom shook from his power and her tits jiggled in such a sexy way.

"My seed," he cried out. My seed..."

His thrusting slowed, became more deliberate as he thrust fully into her arse with each pulse of his cock. Thanks to the nuns he was an accomplished sodomist and timed each forward slamming of his cock to match the blasting of semen from his balls into the deepest place in her bowels. Like lay men, he knew the triumph of climax. There was no better way to experience it than by taking a virginal arsehole. And pumping every drop as deep as he could fire it.

"Oh, good lord... fuck, yes..."

The nasty old priest was still stroking his erection in her backside. If there was sin in sodomising a young nun, then all the better to extract the maximum pleasure. His cock was softening but her rectum was tight enough to hold him as he enjoyed some final thrusting. She was moist now, even though he'd clearly shot his cum as far up her bowels as possible. And it was his last chance to rub his hands over those generous cheeks that had been so pleasing for his eyes.

"What a good girl," he moaned contentedly.

Sister Edith felt likewise -- the joy of hearing a man cumming was the perfect end to sharing the Gift. It was not just that his orgasm signalled the end of her task. Somehow his eruption in her bottom did away with any feelings of humiliation. She had done her duty. Mother Mary would be so pleased with her. And Edith guessed that completing the ritual meant that she was a fully-fledged member of the secret inner circle.

The young nun was trying to resist the sin of pride. It was hard after a man had blasted his cum into her bottom. She'd had misgivings about anal play, even though she understood it could help the Order. Perhaps she'd learn to enjoy it. Taking a real cock, real meat, in her bottom now seemed like a natural part of the Gift.

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Claire was already super-horny when she started reading Edith's email. The months of deprivation meant that any thought of sex, even someone else fucking, started her cunt throbbing. She was sure that being introduced to the Gift had made her more inclined to being a slut. Maybe that was the burden of being a member of the Order's inner circle. By the halfway point of the email, Claire was masturbating. The inner circle was always vague about whether this was a sin. But Claire had told herself that after sharing the Gift a nun such as herself was owed a little latitude. And besides, it was masturbation that had brought her to the inner circle.

The thought of a hard prick -- any erect manhood -- made her feel desperate. The villagers were very socially conservative. And it was a small place so that the risk of scandal was far too great. But Edith's story was too powerful. Being fucked by the Monsignor was not a highlight of Claire's sex life. But the news from her friend had made Claire soaking wet and there was nothing to be done except to see to her needs.

She rolled over in bed and spread her legs, imagining that Father Filippo was watching. She thought about the sight of his trim, tanned body. And that wonderful cock. Fingers teased her mound as she tried her best to delay the inevitable. But denial had been too present in recent months and she surrendered easily to the inevitable. Her shaved skin was soft and delectable. Her fingers reached her cleft and, with no good reason to wait, Claire gently massaged her clit as she felt her lust already approaching explosion. A little flicking of her clit was enough to send her over the edge -- at which point the naughty nun shoved two fingers into her spasming hole, eager to fuck herself to ecstasy.

That first orgasm was good -- but not enough. She retrieved her wooden toy from its hiding place and lay on her tummy. With a pillow in strategic position, she was able to side the hard toy into her steaming cunt. Knees underneath, she could rub her clit and slowly move her hips so as to imagine she was being fucked from behind by the gorgeous Filippo. Face down was the perfect position to muffle her cries of need and release. But she prayed for a real cock to appear and give her the reaming her cunt desperately needed.

After a string of lovely orgasms, Claire resumed her reading. Edith might need some friendly advice about her next steps as a new member of the inner circle. But it was hopeless -- Claire could not think about Edith being buggered by the Monsignor without craving something in her own arse.

It took a quick adjustment and now the wooden object was pressing into her arsehole. It wasn't the first time Claire had used this technique. She was careful not to ram the hip knob into her hole -- what she was after was the delicious teasing of her sphincters being stretched open by the hard wood. Working gently on her clit, trying her best to prolong the fun, she slowly pressed back so that the smooth wooden knob gradually penetrated her dark hole.

"Fuck me... fuck me," she moaned into her bed.

Somehow her thoughts switched from Father Filippo to the wicked Mr Watson. And the thickness of his eight inches. Claire worked her clit harder as she pressed her hips a little further back. His cock was the biggest she'd ever taken -- and at that point Claire would have welcomed the straining of her anus around that prodigious manhood.

"Fuck me... hurt me..." she breathed.

She dared to press back a little further. The hardness of the wood was almost enough to satisfy her hunger.

"Harder, Mr Watson... slam me."

The self-pleasure that evening was merely satisfactory. But Claire came good and long as she played with her cunt and her holes. In the end, though, it made her even more mad for the Gift and desperate about her absence from home.

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Being "solo" was not easy in a small, isolated village in a foreign country. Claire did her best with the language and the culture. But she remained an outsider. Though her help with business was greatly appreciated, and the farmers were now making more income, the crushing conservatism of the villagers made it impossible to really have any friends. The men hardly spoke to her and the women were more focused on their husbands and their own homes. It seemed everyone had their life partners arranged before they were even twenty-one. Teo was the only person who regularly paid her any attention. It was his job to bring her fresh food every few days. The role fell to him, as far as Claire could tell, because he was of little help in the fields owing to a withered left arm. That was a legacy of the poverty and isolation of the village.

Teo always arrived on time with a bundle of fresh food and a huge smile. It did not occur to Claire that he was so pleased to see her because he alone, of all the males, was permitted into her small house. Perhaps it was frowned upon by the village but, then, owing to his arm they perhaps assumed that nothing would ever happen. He was already past the age when he would have gotten married to a girl from the village.

Claire had every reason to be nice to Teo. Even more since he was almost her only friend in that place. She knew that being hugged by Teo was more or less out of line. He was always careful, though. To do it only inside her small house. And she noticed how he had become increasingly excited and ardent in his hugging.

Soon enough, she began to feel his erection inside his loose trousers as he hugged her tight. The poor young man must have been as horny as her -- though at least Claire would have a fuck once she returned to her real life.

She realised why Teo was sporting an erection. It was a bad sign. She knew that she ought to stop their hugs. But she didn't and soon Teo was letting her know about his erection each time he visited. Claire felt guilty about it, as if she was leading him on by not stopping him. It did feel like a lovely cock, though. And she was thinking about cocks almost all the time.

One day, Clare did something reckless, Not thinking straight, horny and needy, she let Teo hug her tight. As was normal now, he was pressing his erection against her. Claire could not help herself. She needed to know. And he seemed like a sweet young man who surely deserved special thanks for all his help. One hand moved down between their bodies and in a flash she was feeling his hard cock through his trousers -- seemingly a nice size and as hard as any cock she'd tried. The look on his face was a mix of disbelief and ecstasy.

On many nights after that, Claire would tell herself not to be foolish. That she had to stop thinking about that hard, eager cock.

Teo still came to visit. And each time he had that obvious erection for the white-skinned nun. Claire was fighting a losing battle with her lust and the temptation. Teo was eager for her and, one day, she relented finally. They hugged as always but this time as he pressed against her Claire realised that she was moaning. She lost her battle and started to rub the young, hard cock through his trousers.