Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 3

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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.