Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 36

Claire's cries of pleasure had not quite receded when Sister Mercy climbed back on top of the younger nun. Her perky breasts were heaving with the exertion of her orgasms. Mercy knew Claire would soon forget the stinging pain in her cunt lips. She wanted to take those juicy B-cups into her mouth. Suckling the novice Claire would extend the warmth of her most amazing orgasm. The nipples were hard under Mercy's tongue. She sucked on those sexy titties, the soft flesh filling her mouth.

But Mercy herself was still feeling very horny. Claire's reactions to the abuse had fired her up nicely. So the little Chinese nun moved up, presenting her hard, thick nipples to Claire's mouth.

Claire understood. And the cunt spanking made her realise she wanted only to please Sister Mercy. She opened her mouth and let one of the long, chocolate teats rub across her tongue. Then, not knowing exactly what to do, she began to suckle the other woman's tit.

"That's good," breathed Mercy. "You like to please, don't you?"

She swapped, slipping her other nipple into Claire's sweet mouth.

"That's right. Flick your tongue over it. Yeeessss...."

Claire couldn't help but notice the passion and the lust of Sister Mercy. It was not so different from her own. Nuns were taught to be disciplined. Yet, it seemed that the Gift meant ignoring such demands and giving themselves entirely to desire and passion. It didn't matter to Claire that such lust could be shared with another woman. Mercy's long, brown nipples rubbed against her tongue and she sucked harder. Mercy's needs made Claire want to perform at her best. Claire still not fully understand her submissive nature but was compelled to give as much pleasure as she could.

"Give me more," moaned Mercy, reaching up to release the cuffs from Claire's wrists. "Show me how a good girl eats my snatch."

Claire was still nervous about pleasuring a woman. Sister Teresa had been her first and only experience. But Mercy wanted more of the Gift. She stretched out her tiny body with its light brown skin. And there was no mistaking the lust in those dark eyes. Claire didn't stop to soothe her aching arms. She moved down the bed, between Mercy's legs and propped herself up, ready to lap at the hairy cunt.

"Don't wait," came the order. "Give me the Gift."

The nun's steaming hole was obvious amidst the thick forest of pubic hair. Claire placed her mouth over it and began to lick with her tongue. A woman could taste very nice, she'd decided. And it seemed Mercy was very much aroused by abusing her hapless lover. Claire hoped she could make Sister Mercy cum hard.

"Lick my snatch," came the order. "Long licks.... Oh yes... that's it... Start at the bottom... Yes, that's the way..."

Sister Mercy was cumming now, soft orgasms as the other woman's tongue lingered on her arsehole and slowly ran the length of her cleft, up to her clit. Claire needed more practice, of course, but at least this first session of teaching wasn't a total waste. And things got better when Claire suddenly decided to stick her tongue into the sopping wet hole.

"Yes, ooh yes," groaned Mercy as she grabbed the other woman's head. She was pulling Claire deeper into her cunt. "Tongue fuck me. Deeper."

An extra gush of juice erupted, covering Claire's face. Her nostrils were filled with the smell of Mercy's arousal. She'd never been excited by the thought of lesbian sex -- but it was a wicked thrill to have the fevered Mercy jamming her face harder into a steaming cunt and trying so hard to insert her tongue deeper into the other nun's hungry hole. Being entwined with the soft, lithe body of a woman was even more intimate than swallowing a big cock.

So Claire was disappointed when Mercy suddenly threw her off, rolling over to grab more items from her toy case. That was replaced with fear when she saw Mercy holding a large vibrator and the black riding crop. The little nun swung around, lying next to Claire so they were "head-to-toe".

"Time to teach you some more," giggled Mercy. "Use this. But be gentle till I say."

The sexy Chinese woman spread her knees wide, opening the entrance to her sopping wet cunt. Facing the other way, Claire didn't see her grip tight on the crop. She focused on Mercy's cunt, turning-on the eight-inch toy and running the tip between the swollen folds.

"Give me more," came the order.

The message was clear -- it was true that Mercy did not crave cocks but sometimes she needed to be filled and stretched. Wanting to encourage Claire, she cracked her bottom with the crop. It startled Claire, though she already knew that Mercy got aroused from inflicting pain. She pressed the tip of the eight-inch toy into the hairy opening.

"That's it," moaned Mercy. "Now you are learning about the Gift."

Claire was eager to please, working the buzzing toy deeper. She could not miss the moans of her new lover nor ignore the arching of Mercy's back as the rubber cock stretched her steaming cunt. Mercy slashed at her again, the sound of the crop sharp in the modest bedroom. Claire let the hole relax a little before inserting two inches of the toy.

"Yes, stick it in," moaned Mercy as she twice more lashed Claire's exposed bottom.

Claire tried to concentrate on the task at hand. Was that the point of this teaching? Of using the crop to hurt her? She needed to focus on the toy since Mercy was small and tight. Claire didn't want to hurt Mercy but the whipping on her butt was urging her to press harder, go deeper. She forced another inch of the buzzing cock into Mercy.

"Fuck me," came the order as the nun again whipped the thin, black crop against poor Claire's arse.

The younger nun abandoned all care and roughly drove the thick toy into Mercy's snatch. Still whipping her, Mercy decided it wasn't so bad to be teaching a newbie. She could feel her cunt beginning to open, more of the rubber shaft filling and stretching her eager hole. And using the crop on virgin buttocks was driving her wild.

"Fuck me, fuck me," she demanded, still slapping the crop on Claire's bum.

Claire was aching with the pain of the crop -- wondering if she'd be bruised. She tried to remember how she liked to be fucked by a hard cock. Picking up speed, she began to ram the toy into Mercy's hot hole. She could smell the arousal, see the thick coating of cunt juice over the rubber shaft. Mercy began to open wider and the eight inches easily drove deeper into her hairy cunt. Claire could hear the groans of delight from Mercy and knew to keep shoving the buzzing toy into her slick hole. But it was hard to concentrate with the slashing of the crop on her bum.

"Fuck... I'm cumming... sweet Mary."

The thick vibrator, her hips rising and falling in time with grunts of pleasure. Claire had never watched a woman's cunt during her climax -- the soaking juices and the spasming muscles. How much better if Mercy, too, shaved herself bare. But Claire was also thinking of the thrusting she enjoyed when cumming -- the way Father John used his delightful cock to maximise her pleasure. She slowed to harder, longer strokes into Mercy's hole. It was a sweet relief that Mercy momentarily lost interest in cropping Claire's poor bottom. Her need for orgasms, the eight-inch toy in her cunt, had distracted her from abusing Claire. And Sister Mercy had other needs.

"Lick me... lick me," demanded Mercy.

Claire was glad to change position, to avoid the evil crop. It was so much nicer to lie between those soft, golden thighs and to press her face into the soaking hairy cunt.

"Don't stooppppp..." cried Mercy. "Finger me. My arsehole."

Claire was ready to obey, to satisfy the wicked nun. She drove a slender finger into the other woman's anus. Mercy almost screamed in response. Claire feared that she had gone too hard and too deep. But the older nun was humping against her face, pulling on her hair to get more purchase and pull Claire deeper.

"Dear Jesus..." called out Mercy as another wave of orgasms crashed through her body.

Mercy reveled in being fingered in her bottom -- that was obvious from her sounds and the extra gush of cunt juice. Claire thought it somehow dirty to have her finger in another woman's bottom. But she was thrilled to give so much pleasure. It was exciting to cause such reactions from Sister Mercy. Claire didn't stop till she was certain that the tiny, heaving body was sated.

With the peak of her orgasms receding, Mercy signaled for Claire to lie with her. The two women held each other as Mercy's heaving chest began to quiet. It was natural for Mercy to share such a moment with another woman. And Claire was beginning to understand the attraction of the female body -- soft and small yes filled with lust, especially in Mercy's case.

Claire was surprised when Mercy began to lick her face. The kinky nun had left a thick coating of her cunt juice on Claire. Mercy liked the way women tasted, herself included. She often took the chance to clean up her own mess, gently licking her wetness from the face of an ardent lover. Sister Claire did not deserve that rank but Mercy chose to enjoy herself all the same.

"Thank you for teaching me, Sister," Claire said softly.

"Unclean thoughts come from God as well," replied Mercy. She had moved down Claire's body, once more nuzzling against her soft, perky breasts. "But there's more for you to learn," she went on before closing her lips around a pink, erect nipple.

"You warned me against sin. But it seems that we nuns can take... can enjoy... anal stimulation."

"Being fucked in the bottom is not a sin," murmured Mercy as she moved to the other nipple. She noted the sigh of pleasure that elicited from the other nun. "Not when its shared as a Gift. The sin is to desire anal sex for cheap pleasure."