Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 150
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Edith had found her nightly thoughts being occupied by Father John. She'd heard much about him form Claire. And Edith was sure he was a wonderful lover. Her friend, Sister Claire, had admitted that this priest was the man who'd first helped her to explore the Gift. Though she'd not mentioned his name for some time. Edith wondered if something had happened between them. And now Edith was standing inside the apartment of the somewhat mysterious Father John.
"I don't want you to be taking risks," John said evenly to the younger nun.
Edith was more than horny enough for this risk. She was desperate to share the Gift, Claire had never revealed to Edith exactly what Father John had shown her and taught her. But her friend trusted this priest. He was a friend of the Order, and its inner circle, Edith knew. And he was very good-looking. The priest was Claire's lover but Edith was sure he had much to share with her, too. If she dared.
"Father... please help me..." she whispered as her cunt throbbed with desire.
John knew that Edith had been fucking Father Frank. That had been part of her introduction to the inner circle. The boss of the nuns, Mary, had chosen the older priest as a kinder, more gentle teacher -- at least, compared to Edith's encounter with the frenzy of Mrs Edmonds and Father Brendan. The look in the eyes of the inexperienced nun told John all he needed. Like her peers, Edith had become increasingly excited about and committed to sharing the Gift at every opportunity. She was obviously on heat. Most inappropriate for a nun but his cock was growing harder the longer she stood in front of him.
"Show me the kind of help you need," he told her softly.
Father John could be gentle when the situation required. But some women preferred a priest to take charge in the bedroom. Mrs Edmonds, his most recent conquest, had experienced such arousal that she'd submitted to everything he'd ordered. Young Sister Edith seemed to be just as possessed by her carnal desires. Watching the pale, plump nun sink to her knees in front of him, John knew that he was going to enjoy helping her.
"You want to share the Gift that badly?" he asked her.
"Father... I need to... its wrong but... I can't help it."
How else to explain her need for carnal pleasure from a priest? A priest who was almost a stranger. Yet, she knew too well, thanks to other priests, that such men could be enthusiastic to grant such a wish. Edith counted on that now. Too nervous to make the first move, she waited for Father John.
"Go on, Sister," he said quietly.
Edith was not the submissive type. But she was inexperienced and still looked for guidance. Just as some priests were only too happy to show the way to a novice. And John was not about to pass up the opportunity to make best use of a willing, horny young nun.
"Oh... my..." she heard herself murmur as the hard cock sprung from his trousers.
"Go on, Sister."
She thought it the nicest cock she'd seen so far. Hard and thick. Edith could not really judge by size but instantly she knew she needed that hard meat in her cunt. And she knew that the best way to ensure that was to use what she'd been taught. There was something obscene about sucking a priest -- Father Brendan and then Father Frank. But this new shaft felt so good as she stretched her lips around him.
"Yes, Sister... yesss.... your Gift is something from heaven itself."
Edith was a little surprised at the thrill of her mouth being filled. Those other nuns, her colleagues, would have fainted if they could see what she was doing. Their jealousy made her want to suck Father John even deeper. Not that she'd forgotten the risk she was taking. But illicit fellatio was proving to be exciting. The swelling and throbbing of the priest's mighty sceptre was making her cunt wetter. As were his sounds of delight.
"Faaarrckk... what a mouth."
Edith imagined that other members of the inner circle would never be this wicked. But she wanted this man so badly. And she figured that giving maximum pleasure to the sinful priest might somehow protect her. Massaging his balls as she knelt in his apartment, she stuffed more cock into her mouth.
The priest knew better -- some of her colleagues were always ready and willing to share the Gift. Sister Claire was one and he wondered if she had sent Edith to him -- was this woman her substitute? It mattered none as Edith willingly accepted his suggestion to strip off.
The once chaste nun felt excitement at baring her body for him. It was a relief to see how he enjoyed the sight of her chunky body and her small tits. His hands were the perfect antidote for her nerves. Edith knew it was wrong to let herself be touched that way by a man, a priest. But she told herself that sharing the Gift meant that Father John was more than entitled to run his hands between her legs. She could only gasp as his fingers traced over her shaven mound and her swollen, wet cunt lips.
"Hmmmm... you do need help, Sister," he said with a quiet grin.
"I want you, Father," she moaned.
It was true. And it was the first time she'd ever said that out loud. But her lust was making her feel more confident. Readily, she followed John to his bedroom and allowed him to direct her back towards his hard, thick cock. Edith had imagined that she'd be taking the lead, telling the handsome priest what she needed and exploring the delights of his manly body. That included his mouth-watering cock, thick and rigid. But Edith succumbed as Father John pushed her head down to his crotch. Engulfing him again, she thrilled to his holding her head so as to thrust into her willing mouth.
"You are perfect for the Gift," he groaned distantly.
"This is so perfect," she gasped while rapidly stroking the base of his shaft.
"Ride me, Sister. Now that we've removed the wrapping."
Some women might feel self-conscious on their first time with a new man. But he was a priest, after all, and obedience was drilled into the nuns. Besides, she was too excited to resist his urging. Forbidden sex was intoxicating -- even more when it was Claire's lover who was so eager for her body. Panting hard, she straddled the naughty older priest and sank down on the thick, fleshy staff.
"Sweet lord," she gasped as the spongy head pierced her opening.
"Who can deny the Gift?" he moaned, grabbing her little tits to force her down.
"Yes... yes, Father," she cried out as her pussy began to engulf his meat.
She'd been right -- he was thicker. Which seemed to make him feel harder. Moaning aloud, Edith let her weight force her cunt muscles to accommodate the priest. The naughty nun was intoxicated by the sight of the handsome body beneath her. Not to mention the pleasure coursing through from his thick shaft as her groped and squeezed her tits.
"Yes, indeed, my child," the priest grunted.
This new nun was nicely tight around his shaft. Knowing she was out of bounds, John was keen to take full advantage. He lifted his hips and drove his cock up into her soaking hole. Edith was surprised by his vigour but not by the assertiveness of a priest. She was cumming freely and hard, grinding her cunt down on his lovely, thrusting pole. Edith had wondered about the sin of a noisy climax but forgot such things as she rode him eagerly, excited at his play with her bouncing tits.
"Dear lord..." she cried out helplessly.
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