A Nun's Story Pt. 24

Sister Edith was kept busy in the days after her meeting with Monsignor Davis. That was the plan, of course. Mother Mary had a time-tested way of easing a young nun through this part of their joining the inner circle of the Order of the Mount. The next item was an appointment with Doctor Gary. It was hardly needed in Edith's case. Still, her first official experience of butt sex was reason enough. The Mother Superior knew well that the health of her flock was critical if the Order was to continue its good works.

These visits to the doctor served another important purpose. As Edith had learned from Sister Claire, Doctor Gary was extremely discreet in caring for the nuns and their sexual health. He did not know all the details. But he knew that some members of the Order were sexually active, even promiscuous. To maintain their secrecy and contain their health care costs, he often took payment in-kind. Sister Edith arrived at his office ready for the usual appointment.

"The doctor suggested a quick examination. So I stripped naked for him," she reported to Claire.

The medico was a little surprised. Naked and horny nuns were the norm. But he could see that something had changed in this particular patient since her prior visit.

"He asked me the usual questions as he was touching me," Edith went on. "I like his hands. Soft and warm."

The truth as that being used by the Monsignor had changed Edith. Now she was a full member of the inner circle. It made sense to her that she and her sister nuns could use the Gift to gain important favours. Or to reward their allies. And if the dirty old priest could get his rocks off then why not enjoy the sight of the doctor getting a hard-on as he caressed her naked body.

"I am sure my boobs are too small," she told Claire. "But the doctor seemed happy with them. Of course he squeezed them a little. My nipples already were hard."

"Is there anything you are concerned about?" he asked as the patient spread her legs to place her ankles in the stirrups.

"Well... ummm... she mumbled with a little residual shame. "Yesterday... I was sodomised. My first time."

"I see," he replied, trying his best to remain calm. "As I've told you before, anal sex usually is safe. How did it feel?"

At this point, Edith admitted to Claire that she still felt shame at being used by the Monsignor. And, more, discussing her first experience of sodomy so openly. Her face was burning with embarrassment but she knew she must continue.

"I... I knew it was going to happen. I tried to prepare myself," she told him. "I would say it was OK. Some parts were good."

Her email to Claire had detailed the best parts. She'd enjoyed the arse-licking from Mother Mary more than she thought was proper. And after the butt-plugs and the strap-on, she'd been quite pleased by the feel of a real, warm cock in her back passage.

"It was not as bad as I expected," she assured Sister Claire. "For sure I will do it again if Mother Mary wants that. Maybe another man would feel even better."

"Lets give you a fuller exam," said the horny doctor. "I am sure everything will be fine."

He stroked her inside of her plump thighs, once more enjoying the softness of her meaty body. It was not long before his hands were "examining" her cunt. He touched the nun softly before pretending that he had a medical reason to carefully open her cleft. It did not take a medical degree to notice that her cunt was moist. Or to see that her clit was swollen and ready. The doctor could hear Edith's gentle panting as he explored her cunt.

"Are you still enjoying being hairless down here?" he asked. "Everything seems in order so far. It will help me if you can turn over -- onto hands and knees for me, please."

Sister Edith was struck by the ease with which she was learning to display herself to horny men -- and women.

"I still have much to learn about the Gift," Sister Edith told her friend. "I still feel a little shame about flaunting my body. I could see my silver crucifix swinging between my boobs."

The doctor muttered his approval of Edith in her new position. He needed only to ask her to spread her knees a little further. Then his gloved hands pried her arse cheeks wider still. The nun knew that her cunt and her tiny anus were exposed. Well, this man was a doctor after all.

"I still cannot believe," Edith told Sister Claire, "that our duty it to be so smutty. But I confess that it was fun to show my rear to the doctor."

The soft, bounteous arse cheeks were a delight for the medical man. He found an excuse to squeeze them in his hands as he stared more intently at that small, dark orifice.

"Normally I'd ask a nurse to help," he was explaining to Edith. "Can you please reach back and spread your cheeks for me?"

Edith explained to Sister Claire how she'd been eager to assist the randy doctor. How she'd dropped shoulders to the thin mattress so that she could reach back. Both hands grabbing her luscious arse, she'd spread herself in a most suggestive manner. That seemed to do the trick for Doctor Gary. The nun confessed to her faraway friend that it was obvious by this point that she, too was aroused and eager for more than a medical examination.

"He was so gentle around that little entrance," she told Claire, breathing hard even as she typed. "I am sure he wanted to make me more turned-on. And my goodness it was working. I was almost wishing that he'd just fuck me on the spot."

Sister Claire was masturbating again as she read all of this. She had realised from the first that she enjoyed anal sex. That she could enjoy opening her backdoor for man and woman. Not all the nuns did, Claire knew, which was to her advantage. But sharing her arse was, of course, entirely about her mission to fuck for Jesus.

"All looks good," murmured Doctor Gary as he proceeded with his examination. "No obvious trauma or damage."

"I kind of knew that," Sister Edith told her friend. "I felt a little wicked from enjoying his touch. He was so gentle that I could not help getting more and more aroused."

"Tell me if this hurts at all," the doctor said.

"Dear Sister," Edith typed to her friend. "It should be so wrong. But I enjoyed it so much. Nothing hurt. He barely got the tip of his finger in my butt hole. I was so aroused that I had to bite my lip to stop him hearing my moan of pleasure."

"All good so far," the doctor was saying. "I'll give you some extra relief for this next part."

"Oh, sweet lord," Sister Edith reported to Claire. "The poor man was so overcome that he started to press a finger from his other hand against my cunt entrance. It was impossible to contain my moan. And I am sure I gushed some extra wetness."

"That is a good reaction," the doctor assured his patient. "Just a little more."

Edith proceeded to tell Claire everything in great detail. How the doctor had slipped a finger inside her cunt at the same time as he began his digital penetration of her arsehole. How she'd almost slipped and let go of her arse cheeks -- worried the doctor might think she wanted him to stop.

"I know he is a doctor," she told Claire. "I don't see how that makes him naturally so good with the Gift. But the way he fingered me was delicious. My cunt was soaking wet as he slowly filled me. And he used the most gentle pressure in my bottom so that his other finger gradually sank into my arse."

"Stop me if this is uncomfortable," the doctor counselled the nun.

"Noooo... oh, doctor... not at all..." she moaned aloud.

Claire could not stop her own first orgasm at this point of her reading. She knew of other nuns in the inner circle who could be described as sluts. But Sister Edith might yet outdo some of them.

"I felt full in the most wonderful way," Edith went on. "Of course I was going to cum. And he knew that. The continued thrusting, the soft friction... oh Sister, it was too much for me."

The doctor was more than pleased with his patient's response. Importantly, her holes remained undamaged. And his gentle fingering had taken a nun over her sexual edge. Gary took pride in all aspects of his work and he was always delighted to administer orgasms to a horny member of the Order of the Mount. As Edith tried to contain her cries of delight, he skilfully slipped a thumb onto her clitoris. The only concern was that other patients might hear her orgasmic passion. His choice of hands and knees for Edith had been wise since the noise of her orgasms was lost in the pillow into which she was pressing her face.

"Dear Sister," Edith wrote to her friend. "I dare not tell Mother Mary about the exquisite delight I experienced that day. But I almost felt as if I'd gone beyond the Gift alone. And with the doctor who cares for all of us. By the time he was done, I was left in a wet, quivering mess. It took many minutes for my body to recover. I am sure it was so wrong. But Doctor Gary was very calm about the whole thing."

Claire was struggling to read this part of he email. At this point she, too, had a finger in each hole. But she was trying to delay her next orgasm.

"You'd already taught me how to pay Doctor Gary for his services," Edith was telling Claire. "And that morning I really felt he'd given me much more than the standard treatment."

He had been updating his notes on his computer when Sister Edith finally roused herself from the exam table. Since she was a younger and newer nun he'd not been sure about the arrangements. But, of course, he'd reacted like any man when the naked nun went to her knees on the floor and began to spin his chair so that we was facing her.

"We are nuns," she explained to her friend. "But its so good to still be able to feel like a real woman. To release a man from the confines of his clothes. And the doctor was ready for me."

Claire well-remembered the doctor's cock. She'd "paid" him a number of times and had allowed herself to enjoy it. Not too large but usually he grew very hard. And his balls always rose nice and high right before he came.

"Somehow I like all dicks," Edith was continuing. "Even the Monsignor. All so different. The Gift has so much variety."

Claire agreed. But by now she was no longer thinking of the doctor. Her smutty thoughts were filled with her imaginings of a manhood that was much more in her reach. She tried to focus on Edith's email.

"Now I feel so comfortable taking a hard one in my hands. I still worry about the sin of it. But I know my role with the Gift. And I've had some good teaching. So I stroked him and listened for his lovely moans."

Sister Claire could imagine the scene. The plump little nun on her knees between the doctor's legs. Her silver metal crucifix glinting in the bright lights as she pumped her small hand up and down his erection. The soft sounds of the doctor as he wondered how he'd managed to find a practice like his. Closing his eyes as he began to focus on the inevitable.

"Now I was really turned-on," Edith continued. "I worry that one orgasm is not enough for me. But of course I had to focus on Gary."

She described in detail how she'd licked up his throbbing shaft. The feeling of opening her mouth to fit him inside. The warm hardness as she stretched her lips around him. The thrill of having her mouth filled with a man's hard dick as she got to work. The next patient would be waiting already.

"His spurting in my mouth was amazing," Edith reported. "As it is with any cock. Why is that? And his hips were bucking for me and I really enjoyed that, too. I am grateful to Father Frank for teaching about this part of the Gift. It was really special to have the doctor flood my mouth. And I could not stop myself swallowing it all down."

Sister Claire was cumming now. And she kept on cumming, as pent-up need was suddenly released. Despite her twice daily masturbation, her need stretched back for months now. Young Teo would be the most sinful, and secret, of pleasures.

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Claire and Teo rarely spoke. She had learned enough of the local dialect to get by with the basics of conversation. Especially if related to her work. He seemed happier just to smile madly at the nun. This one was much younger and prettier than the last few. He knew that Claire was doing important work for the village, helping them to earn a better income. So he was proud of his job to bring her food and make sure her washing was done on time. The fact that he got the opportunity to ogle her body -- only a few years older than him -- was part of the perks. As was the hugging and the chance to feel a woman's body next to his.

"Do you even care how wrong this is?" she asked as they hugged inside her small cottage.

Already he was pressing himself against her. Claire understood the reason for his eagerness. The young man was super horny -- at an age when he should have been happily married, Teo was alone. With his withered arm he was not an eligible prospect for any woman in the village. It was natural that he craved any physical attention from a woman. And it was fun to have him so clearly lusting for her. After all, she was in a similar boat -- desperate for sexual contact and ignored by the villagers to the point where keeping a secret became easier.

"I can feel your lump, you dirty boy," she grinned at him.

Teo thought the nun was beautiful. And he'd heard that sophisticated women were always ready for sex. He'd gotten lucky since Sister Claire had told herself that even this young man of humble station deserved to share in the Gift. Teo had shown her kindness -- and she was not at all bothered by his obvious lust. Why not put him out of his misery? And his untouched cock felt big and hard.

"I shouldn't let you rub your dick against me."

He heard her but did not really understand her meaning. All the young man knew was that the nun had let him hug her at first. Then she'd not resisted as he held her tight each time. What did women expect a man to do when he wanted them so badly? He could not stop his cock growing when she let him hold her and press against her.

"Its like the only cock for thousands miles."

Sister Claire could not stop her hand sliding down to that big lump. She'd already rubbed it through his pants a few times. It had felt harmless -- and exciting. The nun had told herself that denial was good for her. But she'd been losing the fight against her urges. Surely it was the fault of Mother Mary who'd sent her to this place.

"It feels so hard. You want me to touch it, don't you?"

His rough farm clothes were hitched with a single button. Claire already knew that the men of the village normally wore no underwear. It was pragmatic but also enticing. And Teo's skinny body left enough room underneath his waistband. He stared at her intensely, almost begging with his eyes, as the nun slowly slipped one small, pale hand down the front of his pants.

"Dear Lord, please don't let me get in trouble for this."

The skinny young man was a good size. His disability affected his arm and not his penis. Her fingertips found his soft, spongy head almost as soon as their journey began.

"Ohhh... yes, you do want me to touch you, hey?"

The head felt delightful. And big, as she'd expect from a grown man's erection. Claire stroked it softly, knowing what they both wanted but still under if she could go through with it.

"I need you to be a good boy. This has to be a secret."

She did not wait for him to reply. Did he even understand her words? She took comfort in knowing he'd be ostracized from the village if they ever found out what was about to happen. She easily undid the button on the front of his pants and allowed them so start sliding downwards.

"Oh... my, Teo... fuck that looks gorgeous."

His six-and-a-bit inches of hardness looked glorious against his wiry body. And they stood so proudly, pointing vertically in the open air. Claire did not wait to close her small, pale fingers around him.

"A real man's cock," she breathed.

His eyes were closed. His face was contorted already. It might have been a look of pain. But Sister Claire knew better.

"Dirty boy. You've been dreaming about this."

His shaft was a little on the thin side. Like the rest of him, under-fed as he was. Claire confirmed that by working her hand softly to his base and then up again. She dared not let this village boy fuck her. But his cock would be perfect in her holes.

"Lord, its so hard and lovely. You like me touching you, Teo?"

Claire was sure that no woman had ever handled this cock. He'd last only a few minutes. Already his pre-cum was starting to ooze from his peephole. She rubbed her thumb across the silky-smooth stuff.

"Horny little man. Oh, fuck. You are happy to see me, aren't you?"

They both were breathing hard now. Claire was quickly forgetting the danger of what she was doing. Teo was almost out of his mind. When he hugged Claire tighter, she bent down to kiss him. He was clumsy, too fast. But it was the first touch of a man's lips in months. And his lust compensated for the lack of skill.

"You make me so fucking horny," she breathed to him. "I need a cock like this all the time."

He wanted to kiss some more, as if that would make Claire more willing to play with his cock. She obliged, being a caring nun, but now she kept one eye on his cock. It felt so amazing in her hand -- hard, hot, throbbing. A virgin cock. She felt almost wicked except that surely Teo was the perfect man to share the Gift. Always so kind to her. Deserving of a special thank-you.

"I love making men cum," mumbled to her avid suitor. "You are gonna shoot your cum everywhere."

Teo knew all about shooting his cum, He'd done it many times. Always alone. And lately while thinking about the sweet nun. It seemed to be true that these outsider women needed a lot of sex. And the nun's hand was so soft on his hardness. She somehow knew exactly what to do, how much pressure to use, the spots to touch as she stroked him.

"So hot. I can feel you throbbing. I wish you were inside me."

He was moaning now. Teo never did that when he was alone.

"This is the Gift. You don't know... I love when a man receives the Gift."

Of course she was an expert. Many men had helped her to learn how to do this. And Claire really did enjoy playing with a cock and making a man explode.

"Dirty boy. Give me your cum."

Claire would have done anything Teo wanted. But she was focused intently on stroking his cock. A handjob had been on her mind for weeks. It was going to blow the mind of this virginal farm boy. And Claire could not wait to see how much he blasted out of his young cock. As his body tensed in readiness, she increased the pace of her hand. The reward was almost immediate.

"Oh, fuck... yesss... good boy... oh, yesss..."

He spurted long and hard. It seemed like his first shot went halfway across the room.

"Baby, yes... don't stop..."

He could not hear her. His own anguished cries were too loud for that. It was finally happening and Teo's world suddenly seemed so much larger. This slut from the outside world was stroking his dick with passion and he was cumming harder than he'd ever experienced. And she was so pleased with him.

"So much. So much," Claire gasped.

She kept pumping her hand and he kept cumming. Big, thick wads of cum -- sticky and warm. She almost wished he'd cum inside her cunt.

"A real man. Oh, yes... so much cum..."

She could have jerked that cock all day. But soon enough she sensed his discomfort - like all men once their orgasm has passed. She saw the puddles of semen on the floor as she reached for a cloth. And on her hand. The globs on the head of his cock called for her mouth to clean him but the nun was able to resist that temptation, at least.

"Sweet boy," she cooed to him. "The village doesn't know about you. Do they?"

She was cleaning him gently. Taking her time as she battled with her doubts. Was this really what a nun should do with the Gift? But she had pleasured this callow youth who surely deserved it. What could be wrong with that? His poor lonely cock had needed some special attention. Best not to think about it would feel splitting her entrance.

They kissed again. This time he was slower, gentler. Making a man happy took more than just spraying his cum all over the room. And she had a final message for Teo. She placed a finger on his lips and then against hers. Looking sternly at him, she again oppressed her finger over his mouth. With a shake of her head she tried to drive the message home. He looked sheepish as he nodded his understanding. Even the farm boy knew that secrecy increased his chances that the gorgeous nun would do it all again.

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Sister Edith was still debriefing with the Mother Superior. Mary liked to make sure that her charges were content and safe. The initiation from the Monsignor was sort of compulsory -- but that did not mean she could not be concerned with Edith's well-being. Which gave Edith something else to write about to Claire. The bandwidth in that remote village would not sustain a live chat. Claire did not mind the email, or the details, since she could re-read them over and over.

"I did not tell the Mother all the details of my appointment with Doctor Gary," Edith reported. "Maybe she can guess anyway?"

Claire had wondered the same thing. It seemed that the member of the inner circle had some autonomy about sharing the Gift in some circumstances. Surely that was useful with Doctor Gary? And it would explain why Claire had been given opportunities to fuck Father Filippo.

"I really feel good," Edith told her boss. "After... the Monsignor... my bottom..."

"I am glad the doctor gave you a check-up," replied Mary. "But I didn't think you'd be damaged physically. The Monsignor has enough experience now."

"I am glad that he enjoyed it. Sodomising me, I mean."

"All part of the Gift. You were quite wonderful for him."

Mary pressed the younger woman for more. Even a nun in the service of the inner circle of their Order might have a bad reaction to letting the senior church man ream her arsehole. She needed to know.

"I never thought," started Sister Edith. "I always thought... that having a man there... you know... disgusting... and painful."

"You were prepared carefully," Mary reminded her. "But not all nuns can accept sodomy so easily."

"It was better than I expected. And when he came... his seed released inside me... Mother I was ashamed by my pride."

"Not at all, child. That was the Monsignor letting you know the wonderful job you'd done. Sharing an orgasm is the intimacy of the Gift."

"Well... I think... a real man... a real penis. Is it wrong to say it felt good? That I want to try experience it again?"

"That's wonderful news. The Order will benefit if you are able to share that part of the Gift."

Edith was relieved. She knew herself that many women objected to anal sex That they found it uncomfortable or just yucky. She'd never have been so willing if it were not for the ritual of being initiated by the dirty old priest.

"If you are sure it was OK for you?" the Mother Superior pressed. "I mean... is there anything else you want to share?"

"Mother, learning about the Gift has given me many unexpected experiences. Taking a man... in my bottom..."

Edith paused but her boss did not fill the gap with her own thoughts. So the plump nun continued.

"Mother... you licked me there. I know it was to help me. But I thought it must be dirty. Horrid."

"Not at all. Not if you enjoyed my tongue there?"

"I did. I mean... I know I should not. But... well another woman. I had never thought... I never wanted to. Mother, I thought it was even more sinful. But... well, the Gift... and I have learned... Sister Marian..."

"A pleasant surprise then? Lesbian sex? And you enjoyed a woman tonguing your tight butt hole?"

"I'd never have believed it. But your tongue... it was... I cannot describe it."

"I suspected as much," confessed the Mother Superior. "You see, I am very partial to sharing the Gift whenever arse play is involved."

She assured the shocked Sister Edith that there was no need for concern. The key thing was to share the Gift and the pleasure it was intended to provide. Then she shocked Sister Edith all over again by commanding her to come around the desk while Mother Mary lay her upper body over the leather-bound surface.

"Raise my skirt, dear child. And tell me what you see."

"Oh my... your bottom. Naked. I mean... no underwear under your habit."

Mother Mary was proud of her skinny butt. And more than happy to introduce her underling to the pleasures of giving anal service.

"Why don't you try it?" she cajoled Sister Edith. "Now is a good time to start. Remember what I did for you."

Edith gently squeezed the pale arse. She could not miss the gentle sigh of anticipation from her boss.

"Go on, child. Share the Gift with me now."

Sister Edith was incredulous that the leader of the Order could be so brazen about such things. Was it merely a moment of teaching? But Edith could not forget that she'd spent hours wondering about how it would feel to do this for a woman. Screwing up her courage, she gently parted the cheeks of Mary's backside and began to slip her tongue around that tight, dark brown opening.

"Oh yes... good... very good," sighed Mother Mary. Her cunt was already getting damp. "Go on, Sister."

Edith was anxious about doing a good job. And conscious of her warm breath on the older woman's entrance. As she'd expected, Mary tasted just fine as she worked her wet tongue around the darker-coloured skin. She remembered what she'd enjoyed and didn't yet press against Mary's hole.

"I've googled rim jobs," she confided to Sister Claire. "I am sure they must be dirty. But it feels wonderful to receive. And I wanted to make it good for the Mother Superior."

Mary was very much enjoying Edith's first attempt. She wanted more -- much more -- but had already decided to wait for a better opportunity. Still, her soft moans of pleasure encouraged Edith. Wanting to tease the older nun, she started to flick her tongue closer to that dark opening. And was very pleased with the result.

"I guess there's a musky smell to a woman's bottom," she relayed to Claire. "But I could smell her scent. I actually made the Mother Superior horny. In her own office."

The boss of the nuns was also very pleased with Edith's work that day. It took a considerable effort to stop Sister Edith from her tonguing and readjust her clothing. As the head of the Order, sometimes her time was not her own. And luckily she had an appointment later that day that would take care of her heightened arousal.

"I think Mother Mary is happy with me," Edith reported. "I confess to feeling confused. And a little afraid."

Sister Claire understood what her friend was feeling. She, too, had been deadly serious when taking her vows. Abstinence was to be a part of her life since the work of the Order was of supreme importance. It had been a major adjustment to accept that the Gift, fucking for Jesus, would be required to support that work. But she had not looked back since entering the inner circle. Edith was in good hands with Mother Mary.

"I am worried about what will happen to me," Edith wrote shakily. "Mother Mary told me she will pursue this further. I don't know what that means. But she told me to visit her apartment later this week."