Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 128
Sister Claire knew that it was wrong to be jealous of her friend, Sister Edith. But she was so starved of sex, the Gift that her Order prized so highly, that she could not help thinking about the sucking and fucking that the newest member of the inner circle would be enjoying. Mother Superior would be taking an interest in Edith and sex with other nuns could be very rewarding. But Claire knew from experience that Edith would be meeting with other priests and attending meetings to "help" the Order by taking hard cock up her holes.
She'd jerked-off young Teo from the village. That had been highly risky but she'd not been able to stop herself. And she had taken particular pleasure in sharing the Gift with Teo, giving him the special reward of having his cock stroked by a woman till he'd blasted his cum everywhere. Had she wanted him to return for more? Or was it simply the inevitable? His young, healthy cock had focused her masturbation in the nights following that incident. Edith's emails always resulted in Claire now playing with her cunt. Claire still yearned for Father Filippo or some other man who could roger her in long sessions of debauched screwing. But Teo provided her with a real cock. And the young man was not wrong in assuming that the sweet nun was hungry to pleasure him some more.
"You shouldn't be here, Teo," she warned him a few days after that first incident.
It heightened the risk if he started visiting on different days. Or when he had little food to deliver. But he was smiling that smile of his. And the nun was in no mood to resist his hugs or the way he pressed against her with that hard lump in his pants.
"I'm trying not to get horny," she moaned as he started to kiss her.
Of course he assumed that, as a woman from outside, the nun was always ready for sex. Which was not wrong in this case. Claire knew which cocks she wanted but it was impossible to ignore the one on offer.
"If only the village girls knew what you've got," she whispered while pressing her hand over his lump.
She could hear the way his breathing changed. The Gift was powerful, she knew. Just her hand against his cock, still outside his pants, was causing sweet Teo to lose his mind. The nun knew exactly how that felt because she was aware that her heart was racing and her cunt beginning to moisten. She could thank the Order for her being one of those nuns that did not have to eschew cocks for life.
"Teo... fuck... I love that cock."
The villager was still grinning as he pulled her tighter, already moaning his needs to the outsider. Teo knew little of the world and whether nuns really did play with the cocks of men in their flock. But he knew that Sister Claire seemed to have a magical hand that caused his orgasm to spew out, all over the floor.
"You are a dirty bastard," she moaned in desperation as she fiddled with the button on his pants. And suddenly his pants were falling down his legs and that hard, erect cock was revealed to the fresh air.
"Oh fuck. I should be stronger," she groaned. "But I need this cock."
It was standing so proudly that Claire, a woman as well as a nun, simply could not resist. With Teo still trying to kiss her, she reached a trembling hand around and gently tested his hardness.
"So hard," she breathed, as if to herself.
"Sister... oh, sister... good..."
"Yeah, you like me being a slut, don't you?"
"Beautiful," said the humble farmer. "Slut."
Not that Claire could quibble. Her hand was curled around his shaft. She could feel his heat and his twitching. Yes, the Gift was powerful. It made the nun begin slowly to move her hand up and down his length.
"This is what you wanted?" she asked Teo.
He had no answer. The young man was slack-jawed as the pretty nun stoked his hard-on. But there was no need for chit chat since Claire knew that a hard dick in her hand was exactly what she needed, too.
"We can't do this, Teo. Understand?"
That cock felt even better as she tightened her grip. The sound of his ragged breathing was loud in her ears. He was grabbing at her tits, helping himself to her body even as she worked his shaft. His passion and his touch were making her more excited in turn. She wondered if she ought to help him to last. Was that the best way to share the Gift with this young man of such humble station?
"Oh, you dirty bastard. But this has to be the last time."
Claire was only saying that to herself. As if to reassure her own mind that this was a temporary craziness. In this remote, conservative village there'd be hell to pay if they were caught. But this young man was so different. Even her early suitors, before she entered the Order, had pretended to be in control, gentle as they groped her. The throbbing hardness of his cock in her hand was the proof this young man had been denied too long.
Now Teo was pulling at her shirt, eager to slip a hand inside her bra. He was a crude, feverish lover but his passion was infectious.
"Slow... slow..." she tried to urge him.
It excited Claire to give Teo such joy after waiting so long to see bare breasts -- let alone to touch them. She moaned her own approval as he almost ripped her shirt open and squeezed a tit with his good hand.
"You won't last long, dirty boy," she chided him as she enjoyed the throbbing and twitching of his meat.
Young Teo, rejected by the village girls, had brought the perfect gift -- better than his usual food delivery. Sister Claire could almost forget about the Gift. In her over-heated state, she could almost forget about Father Filippo and Mr Watson. She'd wanted cock. The one in her hand was gorgeous and so needing of relief. And she knew he'd spray his seed all over the floor in just moments.
"Sweet boy. I'll give you something extra special."
Claire had struggled with the conservatism of the remote village. And sex was almost a taboo. She guessed that the women would be too hung-up to provide oral sex to their husbands. But Teo's lovely dick was there for the taking. Claire rarely missed the chance to suck a man. She ignored the peril as she pulled free from his hands and sank to her knees.
"See what you make me do? Dirty boy."
Face in his crotch, she took in his musky aroma of sweat and dust. Like the other men, the farm workers, Teo only washed twice a week. Claire missed the smell of men. And Teo's earthy, rough funk was quite the antidote to her months of denial. She knew that she'd overcome that tangy scent if it meant taking a huge load of cum in her mouth. If only she could do something about the fluttering sensation in her cunt.
"Trust me," she said, smiling softly up at the astonished young man.
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