Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 29

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Monsignor Davis had quickly embraced the idea that his position in the hierarchy gave him the right to take advantage of the Gift. He had accepted his corruption, his straying from the one path. There could be no doubt that the work of the Order was crucial to the image of the Church. And the Monsignor knew that work was assisted by other men, and perhaps women, who were just as tempted by an offer of the special Gift. He would play his part just as his predecessors had done and enjoy his rewards.

And then Isabelle was moved to another city, promoted so as to serve the Church in different ways. Already the Monsignor had begun to wonder what it would be like to experience other women - other nuns. Davis had foresworn masturbation even since Mother Isabelle had unleashed his own unclean thoughts. But it seemed that these nuns were all sluts. And Mother Mary was so pretty. He'd enjoyed thinking about her slender body. A meeting with the new boss of the Order was essential.

From the first, he had stuck with his insistence on anal penetration. What the Monsignor never realised was that Mary preferred anal. He also never twigged that she preferred women to men. Though she'd been determined to teach him better ways to satisfy her with his mouth. But their arrangement was mutually beneficial and Mary had no objection to giving pleasure to a man or making his cock spew out sticky semen into her body.

Mary also knew that some monsignors had enjoyed giving "approval" to nuns who were new to the inner sanctum of their Order. Having been briefed about his misgivings, Mary was happy to suggest that Monsignor Davis take-on this task. And so it was that each new member of the inner sanctum, each debauched member of the Order of the Mount, was presented to Monsignor Davis. He enjoyed the string of new, young women and the chance to defile their mouths and their bodies.

With a warm greeting he opened the door and invited the two lovely women inside his plush office. Of course, he'd seen a picture of Sister Claire. But in the flesh she looked even more lovely with her freckles and shy smile. He gave a brief hug to Mother Mary and then, talking a seat on his sofa, turned his attention to the newest young woman in front of him.

"I am very pleased to meet you. And to welcome you into a very special part of our Church. You must have been shocked to discover this part of your Order."

"Yes, Monsignor. I still am a little shocked. But very grateful to Mother Mary."

"Unclean thoughts are a sin. There's no doubt. On the other hand, you and your sisters have found the perfect penance and turned your sin into something good."

"Yes, Monsignor. I was so afraid of my sin, my unclean thoughts. But I've learned what a blessing they are. Now I am committed to serving the Order by sharing the Gift."

Mother Mary smiled on hearing that. She'd told Sister Claire to rehearse her responses to the Monsignor. Talk of the Gift was a code that confirmed that everyone was on the same page.

Monsignor Davis was smiling, too. His cock was already hard with anticipation. Some of the nuns enjoyed anal sex. Others did not. Some were lesbians and others wanted only cocks. None of that mattered. Isabelle and Mary had been at pains to explain that the members of the inner sanctum were happy to share the gift in whatever form was required. He already knew that Sister Claire had learned to enjoy her bottom being used as part of her giving of the Gift.

"Lets have a proper look," he said softly. "Undress for me, please."

Claire began to remove her habit and her uniform. She was still nervous. She didn't notice that behind her Mother Mary was also disrobing. But the Monsignor's attention was fixed on the younger nun. She looked quite gorgeous. Her pale skin was to be expected. Her breasts were well formed and sat high and firm. The nipples were hard, perhaps from nerves more than arousal. With a signal he bade her turn around while he enjoyed the sight of her shapely legs and well-rounded butt.

Claire blushed slightly. But she had known she'd be inspected. And she had learned enough that this, too, was all part of giving the Gift to important men. Thinking of her Order, it was a relief to know that she could please the important priest sitting in front of her.

At his signal, she stepped closer to the Monsignor. She didn't flinch as he reached out to touch her. Claire was becoming more comfortable about using her physical assets to help the Order - or letting others take their pleasure from her. The Monsignor was stroking his hands slowly over her perky B-cups and hefting them as he felt their weight. The little moan that escaped his throat told Claire that he was happy with her and she felt herself relax as the Church leader ogled and fondled her naked body. One hand slipped down, over her tummy and between her legs.

"Its nice that you shave your mound," he said with another smile. "All the better to enjoy you."

Claire blushed again. But she knew she was there for a reason. She parted her thighs just a little, enough so that the Monsignor could run a finger between her swollen cunt lips. His touch sent a warmth through her body. The pretty nun knew that she enjoyed fucking. Giving herself to a priest had seemed like the worst of sins until Sister Teresa had urged her. She couldn't know that the Monsignor was less experienced than Father John, or Filippo. But Claire was ready to be fucked and she was happy to give her arse to the older priest.

"Fucking for Jesus," Sister Teresa had called it.

Claire knew what that meant. The thought had made her aroused for days. And the Monsignor's finger was already making her cunt moisten. Once she'd have hated her body for the betrayal. But was it good to show the senior priest how much of a slut she was?

Happily, those thoughts disappeared as she realised that the naked Mother Mary was kneeling next to her. Deftly, the other woman removed the Monsignor's cock from the confines of his trousers. Claire could only watch from the corner of her eye as her boss wrapped one hand around the man's cock. She heard his soft moan as his soft finger pressed into her opening. She moaned back.

Mary knew just what to do. Already she had presented a dozen new members of the secret inner circle to Monsignor Davis. All of them had been nervous. All had wondered if he would hurt them. But none had protested because they were so eager to serve the Order of the Mount by sharing the Gift. And Mary told each one that it was the Monsignor who would ensure that their secrets were kept safe.

Cupping his balls in one hand, she licked the shaft. Mary was not so keen on the male organ as Sister Claire. But she didn't mind them so much. Not when she could manipulate the men they were attached to It had proven handy, indeed, to learn how to handle a man's pride. Soon after, Mother Mary had her warm mouth wrapped around the Monsignor's swollen cock as he groped Sister Claire's butt and began to probe her hungry cunt. The Monsignor was even hungrier and his cock grew harder still in the nun's mouth.

It was Claire, however, who was to the be star of this performance. She was young and firm and fresh. Her freckles were cute and her body was enough to make any man desire the Gift. And Davis most certainly did. He reached around and grabbed her rounded arse cheeks as Mother Mary worked more of his meat into her mouth.

"Now you can show me how you give that Gift," he said to her with a sly grin.

Claire knew what was required. She easily went to her knees bedside Mary and now the two nuns were ready to worship the cock of the senior Church man as it pointed to the heavens. Without a word, Mary released his shaft and tilted it towards the younger woman. Claire did not hesitate before she began to fellate the sword of this holy man. She knew she loved cocks and this one was no different - a healthy size and more than pleasing in her mouth. Claire had quickly gotten used to sharing a man with a sister nun. And it was only right to worship the cock of a man so important as this one.

The Monsignor groaned loudly each time the nuns swapped his cock between their mouths. Once this would have been a mortal sin but these wicked nuns had convinced him otherwise. The two warm mouths around his shaft were proof enough. It seemed both were expert at their craft. And Mother Mary's slender fingers were feeling exquisite on his ball sack.

"You've learned well, it seems," he grunted to Claire, forgetting that she had not relied on the Order of the Mount for all her sexual experience.