Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 67

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Poor Sister Claire had been feeling some shock still when she gave her final report to Mother Mary. Happily, she did not need to include all of the sordid details. For one, Mother Mary could guess at some of the more extreme acts that Claire had endured. There would be no apology for that. Taking any cruelty devised by Paola was a necessity to advance the interests of the church and the Order. In any event, Sister Claire would slowly become more aware of her submissive nature.

But Mary also understood that the Gift sometimes was deeply intimate and personal. Although it was exciting to hear about the sexual pleasures enjoyed by her nuns, it would take time for Claire to become more comfortable with sharing.

The sweet young nun was still coming to terms with "fucking for Jesus". She was grateful for the enthusiasm for the Gift displayed by others. Father John, certainly had been a willing participant and had given Claire some memorable sexual experiences. And Mr Watson's lust was impossible to deny -- or avoid. Claire had always been open-minded. So the introduction to more kinky acts was no challenge for Sister Claire as she found her place in the inner circle.

Even sharing the Gift with Sister Mercy had excited. The young nun had benefitted from a submissive side that compelled her to give pleasure.

That made sense, having chosen to become a nun and to serve with devotion. And it had included submitting to little Sister Mercy who could not hide her arousal from giving pain to her lovers. Claire had felt a real sting from Mercy's riding crop. But she had sensed the joy of the other woman. That, in turn, had pleased and aroused Claire. Her reward had been some wonderful orgasms provided by Sister Mercy.

Paolo was something different. She was more demanding and, even, nasty. Claire's final meeting had been the biggest challenge. Paola had been extra horny, knowing it would be her last time with the pretty, young nun. As usual, she was lying naked in the sun when Claire arrived, happy to display her generous body and, of course, her hairy cunt.

"Dirty nun," called out Paola when Claire entered the back yard. "Come here, bitch."

Claire took a longing look at the pool. She would have enjoyed a nice dip on this warm day. It would have been a pleasant prelude to sex. Paola, however, had only one thing on her mind. She was already signaling to her prey, wanting Claire on her knees between those sun-warmed thighs.

"You make me wait," growled Paola, who almost never deferred her pleasure when her submissive husband was available. "I'm super horny."

It didn't feel sexy for Claire as she went to her knees, her face so close to the hungry cunt of the older woman. But this was the last time. She was catching a place the next day. No more fucking for Jesus until... her next assignment?

Paola grabbed a handful of the nun's hair and dragged the sweet face against her damp snatch. Claire did not hesitate. She knew what was at stake. And she knew she had no escape. Paola was aroused by the chance to force an otherwise innocent nun to lick at her cunt. The older woman had started out treating sex as a way to humiliate others. It was exciting to feel the resistance of the church woman, as if the nun had been blackmailed to pleasure her.

'Fucking priest, "Paola groaned. "Make me cum, whore nun."

Paola controlled much of what happened in the village. But she'd never managed to make the priest fuck her. It was so much dirtier to make the sweet nun eat her cunt. And Claire, after all, had learned a thing or two about pleasuring a woman. Even without passion, her oral skills were enough to have the dominant, older woman moaning and squirming.

But Claire couldn't help herself, urged on by the soft moans of the wicked Paola she was soon scooping the other woman's juices with her tongue and giving fast, soft flicks across the top of the swollen clitoris. Her tormentor orgasmed nicely. Kneeling on the warm grass, tasting another woman's cunt, Claire felt that familiar arousal of the Gift. She knew, now, why she had been chosen for this assignment. No matter the sins of this woman - why not bring her off as she demanded? Claire's mouth stayed firmly pressed to the hairy cunt until the moment Paola chose to rest.

"Clothes off," grunted Paola, who proceeded to leer while the younger woman disrobed.

Paola had never had a body like that -- slim and perky, bouncy B-cup tits. Some of the younger girls in the village enjoyed showing off their slender, shapely bodies. But they avoided Paola. Their parents had warned them not to talk to the older, bossy woman who they all suspected of perverted thoughts. Paola had employed maids with that sort of body. She'd gotten lucky at different times -- younger maids who had agreed to submit sexually with the promise of keeping their jobs. One of them still worked at her parents' house which allowed Paola some extra enjoyment on special "family days".

Now she was walking to her bedroom, following the lithe, naked body of this outsider -- a sexy-looking nun. Paola noted the firm, shapely bottom. How could such a creature be as innocent as this church woman claimed?

Claire noted with relief that the police chief was not at home. Not that she minded threesome sex. That was almost normal for she and her sister nuns. But she didn't need his clumsy fucking on top of his wife's crude passion. What she also noticed was the low wooden frame that stood in the middle of the room. Claire remembered the spanking she'd taken last time. And she could see the umbrella stand beside it -- holding several riding crops and canes.

Paola knew that she would hurt the slender, pale nun. With brute force, she shoved Claire onto the bed, sprawled on her back.

"Eat," growled Paola as she positioned her hairy, steaming cunt over Claire's face. "Do it good."

The dominant woman loved to ride the face of a willing slut. She pulled the nun's hair as her cunt lips settled on that freckled face. Her snatch had ached all morning, waiting for her new play partner. Now she eagerly ground her wet cunt against Claire's face, groaning as she felt that soft tongue pressing into her hole.

"Eat. Make me cum," she growled again.

Sister Claire was taken aback by the energy and passion of the village slut. But she was turned-on herself by the heat and wetness. Thrusting her tongue up into the needy cunt brought wonderful, guttural sounds from Paola. And she could lap at the swollen clitoris, closing her lips around it as Paola's body shuddered from her orgasms.

She was grateful to Sister Teresa and to Sister Mercy for teaching her about lesbian sex. She much preferred men but it was exciting to know she could share the Gift with other women, even this wicked harlot. Claire did not approve of the older woman but her grew as Paola's cunt juices flowed liberally.

Not to mention the wonderful sounds of Paola's orgasms. That was the essence of the Gift -- to bring another person to their sexual peak so they could experience all the pleasure that their body was made to provide. And Claire was feeling her own need to receive the Gift by the time Paola finally climbed off her juice-covered face.

"Whore nun," grunted Paola.

Sister Claire could hardly deny it - she was not a chaste, virginal nun. And Paola knew that already thanks to her oral skills. The older woman also knew that her playmate enjoyed her own orgasms. She decided to do something about that and, without warning, jammed two fingers hard into the nun's bare cunt.

"Oh, lord..." moaned Claire at the sudden invasion.

Paola grinned at the blasphemy. She loved to be in control and to dictate the sexual pleasures of her play partners. She'd taken control from her first -- the brother-in-law, who'd gladly obeyed her instructions to fuck. Of course, her dear husband was the most submissive of all her lovers. But it was always pleasing when a pretty young woman succumbed to her demands.

"Cum, dirty nun," she commanded, though it was hardly necessary as Claire's cunt spasmed against Paola's fingers and she bucked her hips against the thrusting hand of the other woman.

Claire might have hoped that was as much as Paola required. But the dominating woman was far from sated. Barely waiting for Claire to recover her breathing, Paola was dragging the nun off the bed and across the low, wooden frame in the middle of the stone-walled room. Bent forward, with her holes on display, the nun could see what was in store for her, eyes growing wider in fear as Paola selected a thin cane from the umbrella stand.

"No. Stay," commanded Paola in a stern voice.

She saw the fear in Claire's eyes and quickly had Claire's wrists and ankles held tight in the leather cuffs that were attached to the frame. There was no chance for the dirty nun to flee. The pert, shapely bottom was nicely stretched. And those pale thighs were held apart. It was quite a sight and Paola could almost wish that she had a cock and could fuck those waiting holes as a man would do.

Instead, she drew back her arm and then, with a whistle of rattan through the air, delivered a fierce blow to those trembling, pale buttocks.

"Oh, sweet Mary..." cried Claire.

Paola quickly delivered a second stroke of the cane, this time eliciting what was almost a scream. The sound of pain never failed to excite her. And the naughty nun was now sporting two parallel red stripes across the pale bottom. Paola swung harder, a third vicious stroke, aiming lower this time to mark the back of those slender thighs.

"Please... oh, please..." appealed Claire.

The young nun had imagined that Sister Mercy had pushed as hard as any woman might when sharing this form of the Gift. But Mercy had finesse. She knew how to train a willing lover to accept the kiss of a crop or a cane. Paola was not concerned about any of that -- she was crude and too focused on her own delights. But she knew a few tricks about extending the capacity of a lover to take a beating. Now she slipped a remote-control egg into the soaking hole of the quivering nun.