A Nun's Story Pt. 01

Teresa was getting the screwing on that night. She looked ready for it, too. Teresa was confident in her body – tall and pale underneath her long blonde hair, her slender frame somehow supporting double-D breasts. Mr Watson obviously didn't like to wait on these occasions and he soon climbed on top of the older nun and began eagerly fucking her. Claire saw the other woman was as keen as was Bob. Seated close by, she got a perfect view of Mr Watson's prodigious cock hammering into Teresa's cunt. She saw the way he made her stretch around his girth and she heard how much her supervisor was enjoying the fucking. When Mr Watson threw Teresa's legs over his shoulders, Claire realised she had begun to touch herself.

Bob Watson had impressive stamina, that was obvious. Teresa had barely stopped cumming under his assault. "Please Bob, let me turn over," she begged him breathlessly. Her headwear had shaken loose and her big tits were heaving. Mr Watson stopped just long enough to let Teresa get into doggy position on the lounge before renewing his assault. Claire was cumming too – how could she not as she watched the beautiful Teresa being fucked hard from behind as her heavy wooden crucifix swung between her double-Ds.

He didn't stop until Teresa was begging him for respite. Her cunt was swollen and stretched and she needed a break. Watson smiled as he moved across to Claire, his cock sticking up high and shiny with the other woman's juices.

"Why don't you clean me off Sister," he was saying. She went to her knees again and simply allowed Mr Watson to resume fucking her mouth. She didn't mind the taste of another woman's cunt at all, though the fact it belonged to her religious supervisor seemed somehow more perverted. He was so big! Claire had heard women brag about such members as this but she'd never encountered one till now. She could only hope her mouth was to his liking as she struggled to fit him in.

Minutes later Bob Watson withdrew his cock. He placed one hand on top of Claire's head. She was no innocent but she was not exactly experienced. So she had no warning when Bob Watson stroked his cock with his free hand and shot the contents of his balls directly onto the nun's face. Claire was shocked as he kept shooting and his semen splattered onto her face and even onto her habit. It was her first time for such such treatment but she didn't turn from Bob Watson with his strength and his deep lust. She could only guess that this was expected of the sluts of the Order of the Mount.

When the two women were alone again, Sister Teresa helped Claire clean her face, the supervisor quick to tell Claire she was proud of her efforts. "You did very well, Sister. Bob does like to finish that way. Though I enjoy him shooting inside me. But he knows you're not safe yet so he was happy to paint your face." Claire didn't understand so Teresa explained she'd have an appointment with a "friendly" doctor the following week.

"Contraception?... But surely we don't permit that sin?" Sister Teresa tried to explain.

"As you know, there were once voices in our church that said it was wrong to help the poor." Claire nodded – she knew that part of the history. "Well we cannot afford any pregnant nuns these days. Our work is far too important to be disrupted. So we treat the teaching about the pill in exactly the same way as those other wrong-headed ideas."

Teresa was ready to change the subject. "I really love that big cock. You can see why Shelley was worried about other women stealing Bob." She took Claire by the hands. "But you haven't cum yet and I want to do something about that."

The two women moved into the bedroom and Claire made herself comfortable on the bed. Then her supervisor produced a new vibrator, still in its packaging. It was an initiation present, she explained. Then Claire permitted a women to touch her sexually for the first time as Sister Teresa gave her a good, firm fucking with the life-like toy and made sure she didn't stop until Claire could take no more.

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As Sister Teresa had promised, Doctor Gary was very friendly indeed. He was an older man of Chinese background and he had a ready smile. His bedside manner was warm and supportive. Claire didn't ask but she knew somehow he'd been introduced into the "secret inner circle" within the Order of the Mount. Just as Sister Teresa had done, Gary asked some intimate questions about her sexual history. He checked her pulse and blood pressure and then had her strip naked and climb onto the bed.

"Tell me," he continued. "Are you comfortable with what is happening? I know that your Order encourages nymphomania. But sometimes the new ones find it difficult to fit in, no matter how they feel."

Claire turned bright red. "I guess its OK so far. Sister Teresa has been really kind to me. I still am having trouble being a nun who people want to have sex with."

"Mother Mary, the big boss, prefers recruiting sluts into the Order," said Doctor Gary. "She says it makes for better nuns." So far, Claire could not argue with that thinking.

With another smile Dr Gary began to touch and caress the young nun, his new patient. He enjoyed this part of his practice, the secret part where he tended to the needs of these highly sexualised women. Claire was young and in good shape. Her breasts were small and pert. About B-cup, he guessed, staring briefly at the heavy crucifix lying between them. The nipples responded instantly to his touch. If she was shocked to be fondled by a doctor Claire managed to hide it. Gary placed her feet in the stirrups and moved his hands over her mound, listening to her breathing speed up as he moved down.

"You don't shave yourself?" Claire shook her head, slightly embarrassed at her thick patch of brown hair. "Of course its your choice. But I think most of the other sisters find its more pleasurable that way."

With gloves on, Gary smeared some clear gel over his fingers. He pulled apart these new cunt lips and saw the way Claire's clitoris hardened instantly. Soon he had two fingers inside her cunt and a thumb on her clit. It was torture for Claire who was trying her utmost to contain her moans of pleasure.

"Relax now," the doctor said to her and, with more gel, pressed a finger against Claire's butthole. She couldn't help tensing up. "A virgin?" he asked. "I won't hurt you." And with that he used one finger to invade her bottom. It was not pleasant but Claire felt she could trust Gary – he was a doctor after all. The medico wasn't surprised to find her anus was tight. She'd need a little experience to learn how to accommodate such intrusions. Doctor Gary wondered if he might avail himself of Claire's arse on a future appointment.

"You'll need to think about training your other place," he advised her solemnly. "I believe Monsignor Davis prefers to use the bottoms of the nuns. He is a believer that you shouldn't have access to the pill." Claire was only half listening since she had the doctor's fingers in her cunt and her arse at the same time. The Monsignor? – how wide was this "secret" circle?

The doc had finished his examination and was very pleased with his new patient. He demonstrated as much by carefully playing with Claire until she was writhing and moaning as the first of her orgasms peaked. The doctor was an avid student of female anatomy and he was adept at rubbing the clits and finger fucking the cunts of these horny nuns. Claire found it hard to believe a doctor would touch her in this way but then it was she who'd performed fellatio for a priest just the other day. She was quickly overwhelmed by the doctor's "treatment". By the end she was breathless and barely able to gasp her "thank you" to the doctor.

"Don't forget to ask Sister Teresa about a butt plug," he replied. "Let me write out your script. Then you might like to take care of me." Claire felt so grateful to the doctor that she was pulling at his trousers before Gary had even signed the script. She could not remember having adored cocks so much when she was younger. But suddenly men wanted her to suck them off and they were offering their cocks to her – she couldn't resist.

Doctor Gary had an average sized cock but Claire went after it hungrily. She yanked his trousers down to his ankles and straight away put the hard shaft deep into her mouth. Claire tried to remember everything she'd learned in her uni days about pleasuring men and their cocks. She easily fit half of the doctor's bulk in her mouth, stroking the base with one hand while massaging his smallish balls with the other. As she sucked the doctor's cock she realised her cunt was getting wet again. But that thought was forgotten as Claire felt him flooding her mouth with yummy semen and she greedily swallowed it all.

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Two nights later Claire was out visiting again. This time it was Father John and she didn't mind admitting she'd been excited about it. She found it easier to confide in him than Sister Teresa, her supervisor. She supposed it was Father John who had invited her into this secret world of nymphomaniac nuns and debauched sexual freedom. He was the first man she given a headjob to in years. He was the first priest she'd ever sucked-off.

Father John wanted to know how she was managing with her new role in the inner sanctum of the Order of the Mount. "It usually comes as quite a shock to the new members like yourself."

"I was thinking about sex quite a lot before this," admitted Claire. It felt like a confession, good to get off her chest. "Now I am thinking about it so much I really have to summon up extra energy so I can concentrate on my work."

Father John nodded. That kind of reaction was common and helped explain why the Order of the Mount had survived with its secrets for so long. "The work always comes first," he said seriously. "Its why we chose to bring you into the inner circle. You have a real talent for your work – and for sex!" They both grinned.

"I still don't understand how this can be, Father," she went on. "I always believed that sex was a sin for us nuns. And you priests too. Now you and Sister Teresa are telling me I can have sex as much as I like and with any number of people."

"We will keep you safe," was his careful reply. "But our secret must be closely guarded. Even today, not all members of your Order are privy to what we do. Be patient and Teresa and I will help you find the right people." But Father John could see there was something else on the nun's mind.

"I just don't know why you chose me. Compared to Sister Teresa..." and her voice trailed off.

"Because Sister Teresa appears to have such a hot body under her uniform? And her breasts look so big?" Claire blushed silently. "But its silly to judge yourself like that. In God's eyes we are all equal." John did find Claire very attractive with her pale skin and soft brown hair. She was shapely without looking like a model. He was looking into her lovely brown eyes. "And I imagine you have gorgeous breasts. The only problem is that you've never let me see them."

Claire suddenly brightened up and, with a wicked grin, began to unbutton her blouse. Once more her brain was in a haze of lust and yet she couldn't help blushing a little as she exposed her breasts for him. Claire noticed the way her fingers fumbled at her buttons, the way her teenage boyfriends had done. Father John was only too happy to assist and soon had her topless on his sofa. "They are lovely," he said to her, feeling his erection growing. "They fit so well in my hands. And your nipples are so thick and hard." He lay her down and moved on top, starting to suckle gently on her tits. Claire moaned and with one hand gently pulled him closer, urging him on. The priest knew just how to pleasure a woman's body. Her superiors had assured her that sex was a gift from God. She'd been told that nothing so pleasurable could really be sinful and the heavy crucifix between her firm breasts seemed to confirm that.

She moved a hand down to the priest's crotch and felt the hard cock inside his jeans. Father John stopped his sucking on her tits for a moment. "Always remember, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. That is a number one rule."

"I can't explain it," Claire replied. "But I really want to do this for you Father." Once again she had to wonder whether she'd been so "cock crazy" in her younger days. It was certain she craved them now. The nun was on her knees, once again sucking the hard cock of a handsome priest, amazed that a man of the cloth could have such a wonderful manhood.

"Would you like to fuck? I think its a long time since you had that experience."

"But Father... what about Sister Teresa? And the doctor said I am not safe for another two weeks."

"Your supervisor expects me to seduce you. And I have condoms in the bedroom."

At that news, Claire moved to rise from the sofa. Standing in front of Father John she removed her skirt and underwear. She was eager to be naked before him, to make him want her as much as she did him. John's eyes lit up at the sight - a little plump perhaps but clearly she was ready for sex and would be ready many times in the future. That lust, that slutty character, was what made Sister Claire so perfect.

In the bedroom she sucked him some more, getting her fill. Then the Father suggested a "69" and the young nun was thrilled as the older man moved into position on top of her. She felt pinned to the bed by his size and weight, his seven-inch manhood looking intimidating as he lowered it to her open lips. While Father John began to thrust with his cock, she felt the sheer delight of his mouth and tongue on her cunt. Claire loved the way he took control, slowly fucking her mouth and giving her no escape. She could not remember a cock feeling so hard. This man was an expert with his tongue and she was cumming almost immediately, screaming out her release past the gag of his cock wedged deep in her mouth.

He fucked her then. First he reminded her that "sex is a gift from the Lord". Claire doubted she could have resisted even if he'd said otherwise. Father John was right – it had been a long time. She lay back and allowed his beautiful cock to pierce her sex. He held her ankles high and wide, making a sexy "V" so as to increase his own visual pleasure and give himself deeper access to the nun's unused fuck hole. Claire was sure she was in ecstasy. She had too easily sworn-off the pleasures of the flesh when choosing to enter the Order. Being fucked like this was doubly special since she was pleasuring her favourite priest. His cock felt so amazing as it thrust deep inside her body. Once more, she had the fleeting thought that it didn't make sense to regard such amazing feelings as "sinful". As she clawed at the bed she knew she had been foolish to have waited so long to feel a man inside her again.

While they rested she played with his body, running her fingers through the hair on his chest and enjoying the way his cock responded it as she stroked it softly and hefted his balls. He soon was sucking her tits as she held his shaft and when he slipped two fingers into her sopping cunt she abandoned herself to behaving like a slut and came three more times for him. Claire had never known she could orgasm like that. But she'd never known a lover as generous as Father John. He proved that by moving down the bed and eating her cunt once more. The thick hairy bush was a novelty and he enjoyed her long, plump labia.

By the time she'd finished crying out her orgasms, John was ready for more fucking. Claire was learning fast how to be a slutty nun. "Let me roll over," she asked him. "Fuck me from behind." It had looked so sexy to see Teresa screwed doggy-style and John was not about to refuse the offer – her rounded arse looked enticing as she made herself available. He entered her quickly and, losing a little of his self-control, had given Claire a rough fucking, slamming into her as she gasped and cried out her climaxes. Claire didn't mind him going harder – she had a lot of time to catch-up. And it felt good to have her smaller tits bouncing underneath her and feel her own wooden crucifix swaying in time to the pumping from this handsome priest.

When he felt she was done, the priest rolled Claire onto her side. It was a new position for her but he kept pumping his cock as she relaxed on the bed, him bumping into her arse cheeks with each slow, long thrust. She enjoyed this view of the handsome priest, watching his chest and his arms as he took his time pleasuring himself. When he came it was a long, loud climax and Clare imagined his seed exploding from his cock. She was certain it could not really be a sin to share such intimate pleasures with a fine man like Father John. Claire knew she'd want to fuck him again and next time she wanted him bareback, to have his seed flowing into her body.

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At the same time Claire was getting her fucking, a few blocks away Shelley Watson was on her hands and knees, naked and having her arse spanked with a heavy wooden paddle. "Oh Sister," she cried out after every few blows, "please chastise me for my sins."

Shelley was the secretary of the lay council and husband of its head, Mr Bob Watson. Somehow she had stumbled upon a cabal of sinning, slutty nuns who had given her the freedom to explore her sexual fantasies. She was almost forty and starting to show her middle-age spread. She was a plain-looking and otherwise god-fearing woman who gave her body to the nuns in regular lesbian trysts. On all fours, her holes were exposed and her pendulous breasts hung low. At least her long red hair covered her face and her shame.

Sister Mercy could only be described as "tiny". From a Chinese family, she was not quite five feet tall and weighed little more than sixty kilos. Her little tits were perfectly perky with long dark brown nipples. She only ever wore a bra when at work yet they never sagged. At that moment, she was perched on Shelley's back, facing towards her feet, and whaling on that big butt with the wooden paddle. Mercy didn't really enjoy giving pain - but Shelley had made a comment in jest and things had gone on from there.

"More, please Sister. I need to be punished." Being so tiny, Sister Mercy found the paddle harder to use than other implements. It made a pleasing sound, however, and it made the old bitch's arse jiggle nicely. Plus it left less obvious marks on her skin than the riding crop Grace sometimes favoured.

"Tell me again," ordered Mercy. She'd had plenty of lesbian sex with younger women but Shelley Watson gave her the chance to be bossy and dominant. The older woman was always available for the nuns to use and abuse, the only condition being that her husband never learn of her lesbian desires.

"Please punish me Sister," shouted Shelley, as the paddle fell harder and faster.

"That's better. You are a wicked girl." Mercy was already very horny and she could see the familiar swelling of Shelley's cunt lips. Since her arm was tired from the beating Mercy ordered Shelley Watson into a new position.

"Eat my cunt, you slut," she ordered and as soon as Shelley was on her back Mercy squatted over her mouth. It was the perfect way to use the older woman – grinding her hot young cunt into her face. Shelley loved being "forced" to eat out the nuns and Mercy especially liked to abuse Mrs Watson. The older woman kept her sexuality a secret but had been thrilled to discover how much she loved eating cunt, especially the tiny golden-skinned Sister Mercy. Having the lightweight nun sit on her face was no problem and Sister Mercy had the wettest and most sensitive cunt. She'd been embarrassed by the thick, long hair that grew naturally on her mound – shaving it had allowed her to expose her long, dark coloured labia. It also made it much easier to take a woman's tongue up her gushing hole.