Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 59

Filippo moaned aloud as she raised the hem of her habit, unveiling her pale thighs and her shapely, little bottom.

"You truly are a Gift," he murmured to the nun.

Claire reached back to pull aside the thin material of her skimpy underwear. Sucking the priest's cock always made her horny she was ready for him.

"Will you take my other place, Father?" she asked sweetly, gently parting her cheeks for him to see.

"We shouldn't rush that," he answered with a soft shake of his head. "I have another appointment soon."

"Then take the Gift, Father," she smiled at him, parting her legs wider while she rested her body against the table.

Her folds were swollen, unfurled. Filippo did not hesitate to insert his cock between them. There was no mistaking the whimper of desire her heard from the pretty nun. Eager for the Gift, his own lust boiling, the priest surrendered and slowly forced his length into that hot, wet hole. He groaned just as she did and gave a small prayer of thanks for the Gift and the wonders of the female body.

Claire was overjoyed to feel the priest penetrate and fill her cunt. The thrill of deviant sex with Paola was still not enough to match the divine experience of sharing the Gift with a priest. Bent over the table was a lovely way to offer herself. His hard cock felt the perfect size for her then. The touch of his hands on her hips and her bottom only made her feel closer to this wonderful man. She had wondered at his experience as a lover but there was no doubting his skill. His firm fucking soon made her climax rise within her.

"Fuck me, Father. Use me," she cried to him softly.

She was already cumming when Filippo began thrusting harder. This nun had a heavenly cunt, tight and slick from her desire. And what man would not enjoy the rippling of her flesh as he began to ruck her with more force. She truly was the perfect example of the Gift.

With an unholy groan, Father Filippo let his own climax envelope him. He thrust fully into the waiting cunt, buried to his hilt as his cock pulsed and spewed his seed into the waiting passage. It had been days since he'd committed the sin of masturbation and his balls had a full load to flood her wet cunt.

Claire heard his climax, felt the tell-tale fucking from behind as he rammed her against the hard table. She couldn't help it, the thrill of his climax sending her over the edge once more with another delightful orgasm. Filippo usually shot a big load for her and it was exciting to imagine him filling her cunt with his seed. She happily let him continue thrusting till she knew that he was finally sated. The throbbing in her cunt would take much longer to subside.

"I'm late, Sister," he murmured, disturbing her post-coital reverie. "I have to go to my next appointment."

"Go, Father," she smiled in her delirium. "Attend to your flock."

He planted a small kiss on her bottom. It was a sign of thanks for the Gift and Claire smiled at his tenderness. Still breathing hard, she stayed over the table till he left. The slow drip of his holy seed from her cunt was her own act of reverence to the wonders of the Gift.

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Unbeknown to Sister Claire, she was not the only member of the Order who wrestled with understanding the Gift. It was natural enough. The ecstasy of orgasm often was stronger than faith. The nuns were dedicated to the Order of the Mount. But the inner circle of the Order took pride in always giving fantastic sex to anyone who received the Gift. And that had meant that these nuns also learned how to receive the most incredible sexual enjoyment. Any of the nuns could forget their duties when experiencing the most profound carnal pleasures.

"I tell myself that you punish me for my sins," murmured Sister Barbara.

"Shelley Watson says the same thing," came the retort from Sister Mercy. "But you really enjoy the riding crop."

Barbara was a beautiful woman. Tall and straight, she had the face of an angel and underneath her habit was a body that would shame the devil. Her C-cup breasts were pert and high with thick nipples that grew long when aroused. A virgin before she was a nun, Sister Barbara had resisted the lure of the Gift and a chance to serve her Order more deeply. But now she was lying naked with Mercy, almost overcome by a desire to give herself to the other woman.

"I love the crop, Sister," Barbara said quietly. "You know its true. Sometimes I wonder if I'd have taken my vows if I had known that sex -- the Gift -- could be so wonderful. You and the other sisters have made me complete."

"But you worry about enjoying it too much?" Sister Mercy was asking this while gently stroking the fulsome breasts of the other nun. "You were innocent and ignorant. Now you have learned of the many assorted pleasures of the Gift."

"I love the Gift," explained Barbara. "Surely I love it too much. I crave my time with you."

Sister Barbara had faced the same struggle with her "unclean thoughts". For her, the Gift had been like Aladdin's cave as she had greedily embraced forbidden lesbian pleasures. But the smaller Mercy noticed how the other woman rolled herself slightly so that she was closer to the touch of her lover.

"Yes. Its different for Shelley Watson," explained Mercy. "She always assumed that she was a sinner. She understands lust -- especially her husband's lust. She doesn't understand the Gift. So she is grateful for her punishment."

Mercy had been visited by Shelley Watson the previous night. The little Chinese nun had taken great pleasure in whipping the older woman, unconcerned even about marks that might be visible to her husband. The old slut was more eager than she wanted to show but had learned to be a very competent cunt licker.

"I understand why she thinks that way about her husband," said Barbara. "I was convinced I was a lesbian after everything we had shared. But I saw that horse cock. And I actually thanked our lord for letting me be fucked by Bob Watson and his huge dick."

"You still get wet for a man and his cock. You beg forgiveness for being a lesbian slut. But you never complain when Mother Mary tells you to let a man shove his meat in your sacred little pussy."

"Please don't ask me to give up men, Sister," Barbara replied with a deep blush of shame. "Its true I still feel lust for their cocks. But it helps me to hide my feelings for you."

"If you can take Bob Watson's huge prick then I don't want to deny you," replied Mercy, trying to hide her wicked grin. "I sometimes think that Shelley Watson prefers that her husband is screwing some of the nuns."

Even Barbara could understand that. It had occurred to her that a wife might eventually desire a cock smaller than Mr Watson's massive specimen.

"But you think me a terrible sinner," Mercy laughed.

"I know you are a terrible sinner."

"And you are going to share the Gift with me, now. And ask me to punish you as we share it together."

"Yes, Sister," came the quiet reply. "I can't stop wanting that for you. And I know you will punish me as you enjoy the Gift. And I am ready for that, too. I should not feel this way. But I love you and I want you to take all that from me."

The two kissed passionately. Mercy wished that she could relieve her lover of such mental torment. But surely it was the most beautiful expression of the Gift for Sister Barbara to give such ecstasy while enduring such cruel beatings. Mercy slipped a hand between the legs of her sister, stroking through the thick bush and finding her cunt lips already moist and swollen.

"I am so horny," she growled. "The Watson woman can never satisfy me the way you do."

With that, Mercy straddled the face of her willing accomplice. Her body of golden brown looked so perfect atop the taller nun. It excited Mercy to dominate her lovers and none had been so ready as Sister Barbara to submit to her desires. She sank down, moaning as her bare-shaved cunt was splayed over the face of the other nun.

"Yes," she hissed as Barbara's tongue began its work. "Make me cum like a sinner."

Mercy had been true to her word -- horny but not satisfied after the abuse of Mrs Watson. The wondrous mouth of her lover, the soft lips and probing tongue, were the perfect salve for her hunger. Mercy was cumming after mere moments, grinding herself hungrily onto the other's face as her body was racked by the most fabulous orgasms. She knew it was wrong for Barbara to feel love but she was always excited when such emotions caused the other woman to tend so carefully to her wet cunt.

After those first orgasms, she climbed off. Mercy's brain was afire and she was ready for a session of furious sex play. It pleased her to lick her own cunt juice from the face of her lover as she inserted two small fingers into the other's hairy cunt.

"Tell me you want me to hurt you," she growled as she suckled hard on Barbara's big tits.

Mercy herself had nipples as long as Barbara -- dark chocolate in colour and so enticing. But she lusted after those big white jugs. They always felt wonderful when cupped in her tiny hands. And she loved to watch them bounce as they were whipped.

"I want you to hurt me," gasped Barbara. "I will give you anything you want, my love."

Using two fingers of her little hand, Mercy started to really ream the juicy cunt. Her pistoning little hand took Barbara to her first orgasm. The white woman had reason to worry about the Gift since she was always so horny. But Mercy knew that best remedy was to turn Barbara's lust so that it was focused on herself. And she was ready to shove the other's face into her own hungry cunt.

"You are unclean, dear Sister," Mercy said with a grin. "Now, get down there."

By the time Barbara was positioned, between Mercy's brown thighs and with her mouth on that shaven cunt, the smaller nun had a leather flogger in her hand.

"Eat me," she ordered, aware of the slight tremor in her own voice. There was no hiding her lust when Sister Barbara was in her bed. "Eat me good and I will whip you."

Barbara did not hesitate despite the promise of a whipping. She was devoted to the pleasure of her lover. She used her tongue to spread Mercy's cunt lips and poked at the wet hole, the moisture already oozing from that delicious place.

The first blow of the flogger was a delight for Barbara. It confirmed the lust and the hunger felt by Sister Mercy. The second blow was harder and Barbara embraced that, too. Mercy's cunt was already gushing. And Barbara would take the beating because it was sure to make Mercy's orgasms even more exquisite and intense.

"Eat me while I punish you," cried out Mercy.

She was cumming repeatedly. The sweet mouth of Sister Barbara was so expert. She'd become expert at lesbian pleasure. And the steady rhythm of the flogger kept Mercy at a crescendo of lust. She whipped harder with each orgasm, raining blows on the willing body of her heavenly lover as she drove them both to the heights of sexual ecstasy.

Barbara's back was a deep red by the time Mercy was ready to change. It was a mere respite. The little nun was ready for more wicked pleasures.

"You are the perfect lover for a sinner like me," she breathed into the ear of Sister Barbara. "Show me those beautiful tits."

Barbara had paid close attention to Mercy's needs and preferences. With a flogger in her hand, the smaller nun had only one thought for her C-cup breasts. She rolled onto her knees, hands behind her head so as to present her tits to her lover. Mercy did not hesitate to whip the large, soft orbs. And Barbara knew to urge on her lover.

"Yes, Mercy. Whip them. Punish my body."

Mercy thrilled at causing pain to her lover. And she lusted for the sight of those big tits bouncing under the assault. Barbara's long, pink nipples were hard with lust. Her flesh was quickly reddening from the flogging. But they were so beautiful as they danced with each blow. And Barbara was excited, too -- feeling the pain slashing through her but watching the fire in the eyes of her sinful lover.