A Nun's Story - S01 E113

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A Nun's Story - S01 E113

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 113

Edith resolved once more to submit, to please. But then she saw the tube of lube that Marian was holding She saw the liberal application of the clear fluid to the other woman's hand. And she was shocked by the sudden penetration of four fingers into her cunt, grunting with pain as Marian jammed all the way to her knuckles. It was hardly any better that Marian seemed to rock back and forth, as if wanting her hole to adjust. Edith did not understand what was being done but the dull pain barely eclipsed the strange pleasure of being so filled and stretched.

"A tight little pussy," grinned Marian. "Perfect for me to fist."

Edith tried to cry out in protest as the pressure increased in her cunt. Of course, she knew it was to no avail.

"Let me hurt you, Sister," muttered Marian through the haze of her sexual frenzy.

Then the lesbian nun punched her hand into the other nun's pussy. This time she forced her small hand and its hard knuckles completely through Edith's hole. The small, blonde nun screamed with the pain and the fear, straining against the infernal gag.

"Take it like a good girl," murmured Marian through her own arousal. She was already using her other hand to strum and soothe the blonde woman's clit.

Edith focused on the intense relief from that finger. Such pleasure was strange when her cunt ached so much. How was such pleasure possible? How could Sister Marian know just how to touch her? And what other perversity did nuns enjoy? There was no answer as her cries of pain turned into animal sounds of sexual release. The stretching and the clitoral play quickly turned the pain into and Edith strained through another screaming orgasm provided by the wicked Sister Marian.

"Good girl," urged the dominant nun. "I knew you could take all my hand."

With Edith's paroxysms underway, she found room to move her fist -- pulsing gently inside the younger woman's pussy while still softly stroking her engorged clitoris. And still enjoying the cries and the sights of Edith's most unusual and unexpected orgasmic bliss. Still working on the distended clit, Marian could feel the pussy as it loosened and pulsed around her hand. And with excitement Marian reflected that a woman could only feel that kind of orgasm from being fisted.

When she was certain that Edith was all done with, the lesbian nun allowed her prey to return slowly to the same galaxy. Edith could rest now without the ball-gag, still feeling the blunt pressure in her cunt and exhausted by the savagery of her orgasms. She happily accepted the cuddling from the older woman, the touching of her small, pale tits and pink nipples. As it happened, the senior nun was practically beside herself with her own lust but, of course, she knew to keep her focus on the teaching.

"Now you are learning," cooed Marian as she rubbed her soaking wet hand across the face of her defeated prey.

"Oh... Sister, is it always like this?"

"It can be. If you really want to submit and obey."

"What about... Father Peter?"

"We can all share in the Gift, my dear. But its like I said -- a man cannot teach everything."

Marian had a powerful need to sit on Edith's face, to grind her pussy hard while pinching her thick, dark nipples. But she would save that for another time. There was no doubt that the slutty novice was up for further challenges.