Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 72

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The Abbot was well known to Mother Isabelle. The boss of the Order of the Mount had encountered the senior man at a dinner to celebrate the appointment of a new bishop. Then they had crossed paths again when inspecting good works done by the church in a remote rural area. It just happened that a training school for his novice monks was located a two-hour drive away from the town. The Abbot had been polite enough to invite Mother Isabelle to dinner where they'd shared a pleasant conversation. And there had been other times since when the two had crossed paths.

But the Abbot had a problem. A former member of his Order had been convicted of terrible crimes -- none committed while ordained as a monk but, nonetheless, the scandal threatened to ruin his Order. There had been threats from on high about abolition or, at least, a takeover.

"I won't let my Order go down without a fight," he told Isabelle in a cold fury. "If I have to, I'll tell the Bishop about others who have transgressed. I'll make sure their secrets become public."

Mother Isabelle knew that men had fantasies about nuns that sometimes became rumours. And she had understood immediately that she was being threatened.

"Don't be foolish," she advised quietly. "Even if your accusations against us could be true, you can guess that we have protection at the highest levels."

Mother Isabelle was right. The Order of the Mount had powerful protectors. That included the Bishop who himself had enjoyed the Gift several times. Yet, the Mother would rather avoid any unpleasantness. It would not help her Order to have public allegations about nuns in wild sex parties with priests or lay people. She quickly hatched a plan to calm the Abbot.

"I recall you have your tiny school in that remote location. A few novices are enrolled there to learn in seclusion. I am sure that this affair must have greatly damaged their morale."

The Abbot agreed that was true. Some of the novices were on the verge of quitting. He was ready to listen to an offer from the nun as to how she might help to soothe the wounds felt by his men.

"In our Order, we have a strong belief that certain gifts come from god and are meant to help us to do our good works," explained Isabelle. "I feel it would be a good thing if we arranged to have our Gift shared with your novices."

She saw the Abbot relax and smile. And Mother Isabelle knew exactly how to close the deal.

"You will be a part of this arrangement. So I shall rely on your silence. Do not think for a moment that you can use this to blackmail me or this Order."

"Not at all, Mother, I am most grateful. Of course, I don't wish this Gift for myself. And I have my duties here in the city. But I do have six men in our little school."

"I will insist," continued Isabelle, "that they all join in this sharing of the Gift. They will share in it as a group. No man is to experience this alone. In that way, the fear of exposure and ruin of one will apply to all. That is the only way I can be sure everyone will keep our secret."

"There are six men... how many nuns will you send?"

"One of my nuns will be quite enough," explained Isabelle. "I can send one nun to a remote place for one week. But sending more will surely attract questions and suspicion."

The deal was agreed on the spot. Mother Isabelle already had a special nun in mind. Sister Teresa had recently entered the inner circle. She'd fucked several priests and a recent sex party had been her most important initiation. Her best qualifications were the F-cup breasts that sat atop her young body. But sending her to the monastery would be a suitable final test.

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Teresa got off the small plane in a dusty, rural town. She'd hardly ever been out of the city before. And nowhere so far as this. It wasn't hard to find the man who was to drive her to the school. He was so obviously excited to see her. Though at first Teresa did not register that this was partly due to the enforced abstinence imposed on the novice monks -- deprivation, it might have been called.

Terry was a plain-looking man in his late-twenties. Tall and with a seemingly kind disposition. He could not believe his luck at being chosen to collect the young nun from the airport. It was his first time outside the school for three months. And Teresa was only twenty-five years old. He could hardly stop himself from staring at her enormous breasts.

They spoke little during the long drive. All the novices had been told the reason for her visit. Terry hoped that she would not notice the bulge in his trousers. In truth, he felt intimidated by the sexy-looking nun.

Teresa was feeling daunted by what lay ahead. She'd been learning to appreciate the Gift in so many different ways. And her sister nuns in the secret inner circle had already involved her in several sex parties -- where she had been fucked in front of an audience and taken multiple men in one night. Unlike some, Teresa had not needed persuading about the Gift. For her, true sin was ignoring pain and hurt. Fucking for Jesus was the complete opposite. And she had truly found a glimpse of heaven in using her body to give intense pleasure.

What was different about her new assignment was that she would be alone. There would be no sharing of the men. She was expected to service all six males -- likely all feeling extra horny and needy after many months of self-denial. Even masturbation was off-limits. Sister Teresa badly wanted to succeed in her assignment. She feared that six men and their hard cocks would be too much for her.

"This is it," said Terry as he pulled into the dusty drive that led to a large, wooden structure.

The place was isolated. And Teresa was sure that the old wooden building was a noisy place. Not like the bricks and stone she was used to. But it didn't matter that everyone could hear since group sex was the crux of her mission.

"I'll fetch your bags later," he said to her, opening her door. "The guys all want to meet you first."

Inside the large common room was a group of men -- six now, all looking stunned at the arrival of a sexy woman and, in a couple of cases, obviously desperately horny. Teresa was quickly surrounded. She knew she was trembling and couldn't tell if it was fear or anticipation. The circle of men made her feel so small and vulnerable. They seemed nice enough and she noted they were a very diverse group. But these men had gone without many pleasures for a long time. Teresa still wasn't really sure about how she could satisfy six cocks for a week.

"I want to touch her," said a small man in a quiet voice.

Teresa saw he was the youngest. He looked excited and scared in equal measures. These men were monks and, she supposed, had little contact with women. But they were men and all lusted for her F-cup boobs.

"That's Anthony," said Terry. "He is very keen. He's still a virgin."

The others laughed and Anthony blushed with embarrassment. It was obvious that he was, indeed, a virgin. Teresa thought that very sweet.

"Remember the rules," said Terry in a firm voice. "Whatever happens with Sister Teresa, it must be done as a group. No solo play."

Terry's easy control boosted Teresa's confidence. She knew that these men were so eager, desperate, that they would do whatever they were told. She was expected to fuck for Jesus -- all six men. But a woman so often had power when it came to sex. That was doubly so for a nun who offered the Gift. Luckily, it came naturally for the sexy nun to assert control.

"You can start," she said to Anthony with a smile. "Everyone is here now. Go ahead and touch me."

The young novice did not hold back. The other men had been egging him on since they'd gotten the news. Anthony stepped forward and took two big handfuls of Teresa's massive tits. That brought a smile to her face. She remembered the crude fumblings of that boy in the church offices. Anthony grabbed her harder than necessary but the naughty nun always felt aroused when men lusted for her over-sized bust.

"You are a sexy woman," Anthony muttered, trying to sound confident.

Teresa was still smiling. Her big, heavy tits were the perfect ice-breaker. That smile was a signal to the others. In a flash, the men were pressing close. Their hands were all over her. If Teresa had any misgivings they were obliterated by the frenzy of desires and groping. One heavy-set man stroked her face gently. Other hands were grabbing at her breasts, almost tearing off her buttons as the sex-starved novices helped themselves to her body. Someone had a firm grip on her tight, young butt. Another hand was wedged between her legs as a dirty novice grabbed for her cunt through her jeans.

"What a body," she heard a voice say.

"This is a real gift," said another.

Teresa already was half-naked as the men pulled at her clothing. She was relieved -- and aroused -- by their reaction. Displaying her body gave her joy. These men so obviously were in need. And her mission was to pleasure this group of men, let them fuck her.