A Nun's Story - S01 E122

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A Nun's Story - S01 E122

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 122

"My seed," he cried out. My seed..."

His thrusting slowed, became more deliberate as he thrust fully into her arse with each pulse of his cock. Thanks to the nuns he was an accomplished sodomist and timed each forward slamming of his cock to match the blasting of semen from his balls into the deepest place in her bowels. Like lay men, he knew the triumph of climax. There was no better way to experience it than by taking a virginal arsehole. And pumping every drop as deep as he could fire it.

"Oh, good lord... fuck, yes..."

The nasty old priest was still stroking his erection in her backside. If there was sin in sodomising a young nun, then all the better to extract the maximum pleasure. His cock was softening but her rectum was tight enough to hold him as he enjoyed some final thrusting. She was moist now, even though he'd clearly shot his cum as far up her bowels as possible. And it was his last chance to rub his hands over those generous cheeks that had been so pleasing for his eyes.

"What a good girl," he moaned contentedly.

Sister Edith felt likewise -- the joy of hearing a man cumming was the perfect end to sharing the Gift. It was not just that his orgasm signalled the end of her task. Somehow his eruption in her bottom did away with any feelings of humiliation. She had done her duty. Mother Mary would be so pleased with her. And Edith guessed that completing the ritual meant that she was a fully-fledged member of the secret inner circle.

The young nun was trying to resist the sin of pride. It was hard after a man had blasted his cum into her bottom. She'd had misgivings about anal play, even though she understood it could help the Order. Perhaps she'd learn to enjoy it. Taking a real cock, real meat, in her bottom now seemed like a natural part of the Gift.

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Claire was already super-horny when she started reading Edith's email. The months of deprivation meant that any thought of sex, even someone else fucking, started her cunt throbbing. She was sure that being introduced to the Gift had made her more inclined to being a slut. Maybe that was the burden of being a member of the Order's inner circle. By the halfway point of the email, Claire was masturbating. The inner circle was always vague about whether this was a sin. But Claire had told herself that after sharing the Gift a nun such as herself was owed a little latitude. And besides, it was masturbation that had brought her to the inner circle.

The thought of a hard prick -- any erect manhood -- made her feel desperate. The villagers were very socially conservative. And it was a small place so that the risk of scandal was far too great. But Edith's story was too powerful. Being fucked by the Monsignor was not a highlight of Claire's sex life. But the news from her friend had made Claire soaking wet and there was nothing to be done except to see to her needs.

She rolled over in bed and spread her legs, imagining that Father Filippo was watching. She thought about the sight of his trim, tanned body. And that wonderful cock. Fingers teased her mound as she tried her best to delay the inevitable. But denial had been too present in recent months and she surrendered easily to the inevitable. Her shaved skin was soft and delectable. Her fingers reached her cleft and, with no good reason to wait, Claire gently massaged her clit as she felt her lust already approaching explosion. A little flicking of her clit was enough to send her over the edge -- at which point the naughty nun shoved two fingers into her spasming hole, eager to fuck herself to ecstasy.

That first orgasm was good -- but not enough. She retrieved her wooden toy from its hiding place and lay on her tummy. With a pillow in strategic position, she was able to side the hard toy into her steaming cunt. Knees underneath, she could rub her clit and slowly move her hips so as to imagine she was being fucked from behind by the gorgeous Filippo. Face down was the perfect position to muffle her cries of need and release. But she prayed for a real cock to appear and give her the reaming her cunt desperately needed.

After a string of lovely orgasms, Claire resumed her reading. Edith might need some friendly advice about her next steps as a new member of the inner circle. But it was hopeless -- Claire could not think about Edith being buggered by the Monsignor without craving something in her own arse.

It took a quick adjustment and now the wooden object was pressing into her arsehole. It wasn't the first time Claire had used this technique. She was careful not to ram the hip knob into her hole -- what she was after was the delicious teasing of her sphincters being stretched open by the hard wood. Working gently on her clit, trying her best to prolong the fun, she slowly pressed back so that the smooth wooden knob gradually penetrated her dark hole.

"Fuck me... fuck me," she moaned into her bed.

Somehow her thoughts switched from Father Filippo to the wicked Mr Watson. And the thickness of his eight inches. Claire worked her clit harder as she pressed her hips a little further back. His cock was the biggest she'd ever taken -- and at that point Claire would have welcomed the straining of her anus around that prodigious manhood.

"Fuck me... hurt me..." she breathed.

She dared to press back a little further. The hardness of the wood was almost enough to satisfy her hunger.

"Harder, Mr Watson... slam me."

The self-pleasure that evening was merely satisfactory. But Claire came good and long as she played with her cunt and her holes. In the end, though, it made her even more mad for the Gift and desperate about her absence from home.

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