Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 32

The Monsignor grabbed her slim waist tight. Beside them Mother Mary jammed a second finger into her own dirty hole. The sight and the sounds of young Sister Claire being sodomised was all the encouragement she needed to bring on her own orgasm.

Claire had already guessed that she wouldn't come from the Monsignor's pounding of her arse. Not that he wasn't turning her on. Her body was responding just right to the feeling of his shaft pumping in and out of her dark little hole. She gave thanks to the Order of the Mount that was so open to the Gift that they encouraged all kinds of sexual pleasure. Father John was the only man who could bring her to orgasm by fucking her bum. But there were no complaints as she felt that hard prong being slammed into her, the hairy balls slapping against her cunt and the sounds of Mother Mary having her own orgasm bedside them. The Monsignor was not far behind.

"You dirty, perfect nuns," he groaned.

He was lost in his own pleasure by then. The rising of his own orgasm only made him slam faster and harder into the nun's delicate backdoor. Claire was excited to soak it all up. Her channel was starting to burn again. But there was such freedom in giving her arse to the older man, such arousal in hearing on the verge of his own climax. And it was thanks to her fellow nuns that she'd realised she wanted to learn about the pleasures of anal sex.

The Monsignor was slamming into her arse almost without mercy. He was excited to watch the pale flesh of her butt cheeks ripple as he shoved hard into her. It was only the tight grip on Claire's hips that prevented her being propelled over the back to the lounge. She was thrilled by the passion of his thrusting. Sharing the Gift always filled her with pleasure. Though she was starting to wonder how sore he would leave her.

"Sodomy," the priest cried out loudly, as if confessing a mortal sin. But his head was tilted back and his eyes were scrunched closed.

Watching the butt fuck before her, Mother Mary burst into another climax with three of her fingers stuffed in her own bottom.

"Dirty sinner," he cried again, as if to no-one and everyone. "Aaarghhh."

And there was no doubt that the senior Church man was exploding in the nun's tight butt hole, shooting his priestly load deep into her darkness. Claire nearly came herself, moved by the thrill of the Monsignor blasting his cum into that taboo place. Davis slammed harder still, trying in vain to bury himself yet further into Claire's hole. And he was a normal man after all and his balls had held a full load. So he kept on thrusting as his cock pulsed against the walls of her sphincters and took every ounce of enjoyment from his climax. The priest took a special delight in the thought that his semen was filling the bowels of yet another wicked nun.

Claire shared the joy of the Monsignor's climax. She took pride in sharing the Gift so fully.

Of course she wished to please the senior priest. And she was thrilled to know that his orgasm was the final endorsement she needed.

"How gorgeous you nuns are," David moaned as he slowed this thrusting with the emptying of his balls.

His breathing slowed with the pumping of his hips. Still, Davis was reluctant to withdraw from that special place. He loosened his grip on Claire's hips and slowly ran his hands over her pale, firm butt cheeks. How soft was her skin? His performance was one of sin and yet, he told himself, surely god could not have made a more beautiful creature than this pretty young nun with her firm breasts and her freckled face.

"What do you think?" asked Mary, reaching for wipes to clean her filthy fingers.

"Sister Claire is a fine addition," said the Monsignor, finally withdrawing his softening cock from the still warm orifice. He was very satisfied with Claire. There was no mistaking how willingly she had given her holes to him. Not all the members of the Order of the Mount were so eager to serve in that way. This one, however, had real talent and a generosity with the Gift.

"She is already more skilled than some of your charges," he went on. The Monsignor was waiting for Mother Mary to use more wipes to clean his own cock from his semen and the filth of Claire's backside. "I think Sister Claire is ready to serve her Order with the Gift."

Both nuns smiled at the approval of the Monsignor. Claire knew that she had passed the test - that now she had officially been accepted into the inner sanctum. She wondered if the priest's semen would leak from her bottom and soil her underwear.

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All three got dressed. Claire felt strangely about what had just happened. The exhilaration that was normal after sex was absent. After all, the Monsignor had fucked her hard but she'd not had her own orgasm. But that wasn't the only reason. Perhaps it was because the Monsignor had seemed so cold.

The others with whom she enjoyed the GIft, priests and nuns as well as lay people, always showed a passion for Claire as much as for the act. The Order of the Mount had taken her into an amazing world of sexual adventure and debauchery. It was a world that Claire had once shied from, before she'd decided to become a nun. After one clumsy threesome she'd feared that her sexual desires might be wrong for her and lead her to lose control. She had learned that those wicked thoughts never really went away. But the nuns had shown her how her sexual needs could be put to good use in their work for the poor and under-privileged.

Being arse-fucked by the Monsignor really should have been no different to sharing the Gift with others. Already that week Mr Watson had solicited her for oral sex. She'd sucked his huge organ and been excited to pleasure him. The blasting of his semen into her mouth had been the most natural thing. She'd enjoyed the energy of his climax and savoured his taste.

On the other hand, the Monsignor had seemed distant and uncaring. Perhaps that was to be expected of a man like that. After all, his position alone seemed to entitle him to use the bodies of nuns however he wished. For the Monsignor, the Gift was to be taken rather than given.

Fucking for Jesus. Sister Claire had not hated the experience. Being penetrated in her rear had become a pleasure - a sinful thrill. And she was pleased to have succeeded and to receive the Monsignor's endorsement. She'd not let down the Mother Mary. Nor had Mary seemed at all concerned by the attitudes of the senior priest.

"I'll see you for our appointment tomorrow?" she asked the priest as they left.

The grin from the Monsignor told Claire that Mother Mary would return for her own rough buttfuck. No doubt regular homage to the senior Church man was expected from a woman in her role. Yet Claire guessed, correctly, that Mary was looking forward to a brutal, impersonal arse fucking.

As they drove back across town, Mother Mary was in an especially good mood.

"You were really good with him," she told Claire. "And I am glad he wasn't too rough with you."

Mary saw the look of surprise and laughed.

"Oh, don't worry, I'll give him what he likes tomorrow," she said airily. "That man never knew he has such needs. He thinks he has power over us. But our Order exposed his needs and we satisfy them. We'll always have nuns like us who can use the Gift to our advantage."

"I'm glad I did well, Mother," said Claire, pleased to have the episode behind her. "What happens to me now?"

"We will meet next week. In my office. I have a special assignment. Father Filippo has been assigned to a new village and he'd like some help. He requested you.'

"Oh, really?" exclaimed Sister Claire. She was equally excited to have been chosen by the sexy Father Filippo and to have the chance to travel overseas. "I would be honoured, Mother."

"Don't get too prideful," warned the senior nun. "Normally I would not choose a new member of our secret circle for this assignment. But Father Filippo says you have special, shall we say, qualities. I know you like to please and from what he has told me that, too, will be important."

Already Sister Claire could guess that her assignment was not primarily to pleasure Father Filippo. But she could still hope to share the bed of the handsome and skillful priest. Claire almost forgot that she would be separated from Father John.

"My office on Monday. Nine o'clock." Mother Mary could still be business-like. "And contact Sister Mercy. She will have some good advice for you to consider before you accept this assignment. And make sure you keep your appointment with the doctor tomorrow."

Claire smiled at the thought of how much preparation was required. It was clear this was an important assignment. She still had little idea of what was really required of her. But she understood the value of letting Monsignor Davis slam his cock into her bottom. Priests had unclean thoughts as well, she knew. And giving her anal passage to the senior man had yielded its reward.