Sister Claire was a dedicated nun – or so she thought. She had given herself entirely to the demands of her order for over four years. With her colleagues, the Order of the Mount, Claire had given everything she could to the service of her God and to helping the poor and those who had “lost” their connection to God.

Claire loved being a nun. Aged thirty, she’d experienced so much in life and had entered the Order full of confidence. She had felt certain that holy orders were for her. Having had an active life, she’d felt ready to give up many worldly pleasures and devote herself to the needs of others. Claire had never been concerned that her life would be one of constant sacrifices.

Sister Claire had a problem. She suffered from unclean thoughts. She’d had those since she was a teenager. She had taken several boyfriends, juvenile flings she thought, and her “fooling around” had never led to anything much. Then she had given up her virginity while a university student. There was no regret on that score – Claire had carefully chosen the man she fucked that night and she thought of the experience as a valuable “life lesson”. There had been some feelings of guilt but she’d enjoyed the experience and, she told herself, it made her a more “rounded” woman. A drunken night had followed and Claire had somehow found herself in bed with two boys in a performance of experimentation. The pregnancy scare she’d endured was only part of the cause of her feelings of shame and remorse.

The Order of the Mount told all its members they should remain chaste. That was not the main reason Claire had been so keen on joining the nuns, though it did help. She did hope to rid herself of unclean thoughts – thoughts that she had acted on in her younger years, that she’d later confessed and repented. Surrounded by peers who likewise had relinquished “pleasures of the flesh”, Claire had been happy to leave such thoughts behind and to embrace her new life.

The thoughts had stopped – for a year or so after taking her vows. Then she had struggled with them for a time. She did her best to suppress those thoughts and the memories of sharing flesh (and more) with sexy bodies and horny minds. Then there had been dreams of virile young men pursuing her with their erect cocks. She’d been horny for a long time and finally had succumbed, playing with herself in the dark. She dreaded the thought that her colleagues would discover her but Claire felt as if masturbation kept her sane.

Claire did not want to leave the Order. More than anything she felt committed to her work and helping those who needed it most. Finally, feeling weak and embarrassed she had sought help. A confession to Father John had been a call for help. Later, she wondered how things would have turned out if she’d simply kept her sins to herself.

“You need to discuss this with Sister Teresa. She is your supervisor,” had been the kind but blunt response from Father John. Claire had considered that but she’d been afraid. She truly did not want to the leave the Order but if she told Teresa it seemed certain she’d be admonished and probably be threatened with dismissal. Claire didn’t want that and so she’d gone to Father John seeking assistance with her sinful thoughts. But now she had to admit her failings to Sister Teresa.

John was left smiling after their meeting. Somehow there was always a new nun in the Order who found her sexual urges too great to resist. It was human, of course, but it ensures a fresh supply of new meat. Because Father John had aligned himself to the Order of the Mount after he’d been introduce to its secretive inner workings. The Order had a way of dealing with nuns like Sister Claire who were on the verge of succumbing to their sexual needs.

xxxxx

Claire’s meeting with her supervisor did not go at all as she had expected. It turned out that Father John had briefed Teresa on “the problem” and Claire had been taken aback to find her supervisor so ready to discuss the matter. In fact, Sister Teresa had been vey understanding, even sympathetic. There was no sign of shock – as Teresa explained, it was not uncommon for women of her age to sometimes have such thoughts. “The more important thing,” said Teresa, “Is what you are going to do about them.” Claire had agreed. Though it had seemed bizarre to Claire that she’d been asked so many questions about her sexual past – how many boys had she slept with, her age when she’d lost her virginity, did she like their cocks, was she at all interested in women?

“Come back and see me in a couple of days,” Teresa had advised. “We’ll talk about it some more and I might have a suggestion to help you.” Clair had given profuse thanks for the offer of help. The trouble was that her conversation with Sister Teresa had left her more aroused than before. Looking forward to being shown a path to redemption, Claire succumbed again to her sinful thoughts and masturbated furiously for the next two nights. Then she returned to her supervisor’s office

“Have you been masturbating?” was the first question from Teresa. Shocked, mortified, Claire had nodded and confessed she’d suffered still more of those sinful thoughts. “I just could not help myself Sister,” she had muttered.

“Its not quite the problem you think it is,” the supervisor assured her. “Its normal and human to have sexual feelings and to have those sort of thoughts.”

“But not as nuns,” protested Claire. “We have our vows and they say our devotion to God and our good works must come first. We should deny ourselves those pleasures of the flesh.”

Teresa had laughed at that and began to give her younger charge a lesson in the history of the Oder of the Mount – the true history. “The common story we tell is that our order was founded to give refuge to ‘fallen women’. You know the type I mean?” Claire nodded – that version of history was given to every novice. It explained why the Order of the Mount devoted itself to “good works” as a kind of redemption. But, as Teresa explained, that was not quite right.

“The truth is that, some centuries in the past, there were a number of women living in a rural area. They were highly-sexed. You might even say they were nymphomaniacs. Nowadays they’d be called ‘sluts’. And some of the priests in that region had become accustomed to providing those woman with a certain kind of relief.”

“You mean the priests took advantage of those women?”

“Sort of,” came the reply from Teresa. “Those priests were lonely men who found it easier to endure their rural postings when they had some extra perks. And these were women who really had no other way to deal with their inner demons than to provide a sexual service.”

“I don’t understand,” Claire had said. “You mean…”

Teresa went on with the secret version of history. Their Order had been created with the primary aim of ensuring that these secret perversions remained hidden. The cover of “good works” had easily convinced the doubters that such women could be turned to an alternate path. This arrangement had the benefit of protecting the woman who, over time, had attracted the predations of other men who’d come searching for these notoriously horny women. As the years passed, the Order of the Mount had grown into a secret society for sexual freedom. Its secrets were known only to those admitted to the inner circle. Despite Claire’s protestation, Teresa knew it all to be true. She’d seen the original records and knew that several of the nuns had fallen pregnant, including two who delivered children from the same bishop.

Claire still struggled to understand what she was being told. “Well that was in the past, I understand that. But now, my problem …what do I do?”

“We don’t want to lose you from our Order. We take seriously our commitment to doing good for the vulnerable and for lost souls. You are very good at that work and one day soon you stand to be promoted.”

“But I don’t understand…”

“You don’t need to deny your inner self. It is not necessary to keep struggling against what you call ‘unclean thoughts’. Father John and I have discussed your case. We want to offer you the chance to join the inner sanctum of our Order. We want you to join us and serve God not only as a nun who serves the needy but as a woman who can embrace the sexual gifts given to us by God.”

“What are you saying, Sister Teresa? Are you saying I can have sex?” The penny was dropping for Claire.

“If you want to, yes,” came the answer with a lascivious smile. Claire was pretty and her small breasts looked nicely pert underneath her official blouse. Teresa knew she’d be a welcome addition to their inner “sex circle”.

“You mean… have sex with people like Father John.” Claire was horrified and excited in equal measure. The priest was a handsome man and she’d had to force herself not to fantasise about him.

“Not just Father John. I had a visit just now from Father Peter. Come and see.”

Claire’s head was spinning. She still did not believe what she was hearing. Something in her head told her there was some terrible mistake and she had totally misunderstood what he supervisor was saying. But Teresa was beckoning to her and Claire stood and moved around the desk. There she saw Sister Teresa with her skirt hiked up high and her slender legs spread wide.

Claire noticed three things immediately. Sister Teresa shaved her cunt. Sister Teresa wore a lacy G-sting. There was something leaking from Sister Teresa’s cunt, something shiny and runny and it looked like semen. Claire clasped both hands over her mouth to stifle the cry of horror.

xxxxx

Claire had a meeting with Father John that afternoon. She was still in a daze. She was certain that something was very wrong. How could her supervisor, Sister Teresa, suggest she have sex – and with a priest? Teresa had seemed to suggest that she was fucking at least one of them. That was credible since the older woman was very attractive and had a great pair of legs. There was no avoiding the fact Teresa had great large breasts. Thinking about it only Claire feel even more horny. Plus she was desperate not to leave the Order. Perhaps the meeting with Father John would sort things out, clarify what was expected of her.

She entered his office and received his usual warm smile. There was a feeling of safety. She could rely on Father John to help her. He wanted to help her.

“We want you to stay in the Order of the Mount,” he was saying to her. “Your work is so valuable and so helpful to the community. So Teresa and I have discussed it. We think we have the perfect way for you to deal with your sins and to continue your work.”

“But Father, Teresa is suggesting I should have sex. Have sex with priests.” She meant Father John but could not bring herself to say that aloud. The same idea occurred to the priest. He liked the look of this nun – she was about average height, with lovely brown eyes, short brown hair and she seemed to have a nice shape under her uniform. He liked her freckles and thought her quite pretty.

“Its entirely your decision. We force no-one.” He was remarkably calm though trying his best to suppress a wicked grin.

“But its a sin Father. A terrible sin.”

Father John was rising from his chair. He’d been briefed by Teresa on the details of Claire’s sexual history and the kind of thoughts she was having. Despite her vows the younger nun was a woman and she still had strong feelings about men and their bodies. Father John was pulling his cassock to one side and Claire could see his hand on his zipper. “I understand your feelings Sister. And no-one will force you to go against your own mind.” He was pulling his cock from his trousers. “But how can you call this a sin?”

Claire saw the beautiful cock, thick and covered in dark veins. It was already half erect. She had missed men. She had missed their cocks. She had missed that kind of intimacy. Father John was saying it was OK to be horny. Sister Teresa was saying sluts were welcomed into their Order.

The priest’s voice was warm and reassuring. “Sometimes we can think of this as a form of service. Sex is a gift from God.” John was beside her now, his cock fully exposed. Claire took one more look at Father John and felt utterly helpless. Something was telling her this was an awful sin but her mind was lost in a haze of desire. She felt her body moving, as if beyond her control, and slipped off the chair onto her knees. She felt the first real sense of relief for many months as she reached up and wrapped her fingers around that hot, thick shaft. Without another thought Claire took the Father’s cock in her mouth and started to pleasure him. It suddenly seemed so natural. Teresa was right – sex was a gift from God.

The priest moaned as the nun fellated him. It was definite – Sister Claire enjoyed sex. John could tell that she’d lost none of her oral skills either. She had one hand on his butt, as if to prevent him escaping, and the other gently stroking his boiling ballsack. He gave a silent thanks for the sweet woman at his feet, a new mouth for him to enjoy. He was on the verge of eruption after mere minutes and he signalled to Claire by placing a gentle hand on the top of he head.

Claire had no intention of stopping now. She had crossed a line, a chasm of sin, but she knew that this was how she wanted it to be. Using her tongue, stroking his balls, she returned the signal – she wanted him to cum for her. In seconds, the priest exploded in her mouth and for the first time in years Claire felt the tangy taste of thick, sticky semen on her tongue. She had forgotten the delightful taste of semen. Claire swallowed him all, perfectly. Then she sat back and smiled up at the handsome priest.

Father John bent forward and gave Claire a gently kiss on her forehead. “Thank you Sister,” he said softly. “I am really very pleased at the decision you have made. I know you will be too.”

xxxxx

Claire didn’t see either Sister Teresa or Father John for the next few days. She didn’t mind. Claire was still wrestling with the combination of guilt and lust. So she threw herself into her work, pushing herself hard so at least she kept her mind off sex during the day. She thought about Teresa’s claim that a solid fucking was good for a nun’s work – in her case it might be true.

Though her senses were heightened for the time being and suddenly Claire began to notice telltale signs around her. Twice she was certain she had seen a nun emerge from an office, seemingly re-arranging her clothing. What had gone on behind those doors? And one of the younger nuns had seemed far too excited about driving with one of the priests to a rural parish.

It was Friday when she finally had her next meeting with Sister Teresa. Claire really looked hard at her supervisor this time. She was older, late thirties perhaps, but still had what looked to be a great body under her official uniform. She was slender and busty and Claire felt a little self-conscious that her own body was not in such good shape.

“Father John tells me you made your decision,” Teresa was saying with a lascivious grin. “I hope you enjoyed it because he certainly did.”

Claire found it hard to talk. But she was able to nod – yes, she’d enjoyed giving the headjob very much but it remained a terrible source of guilt. What was she to do?

“I’ll tell you what,” Teresa continued. “Let’s seal the deal tonight. If you are like me then you still won’t quite believe it yet. Come to my place tonight at 7.30 and Bob Watson will be there to have some fun with us.”

“Oh, I’ve met Mr Watson before,” Claire started to say. He was the head of the lay council in the parish. She wondered why a meeting should be held at Teresa’s apartment – then the penny dropped.

“But sister,” she began to protest. “He is a married man.” Claire was conservative enough to think of adultery as truly wicked.

“Oh don’t worry,” laughed Sister Teresa. “His wife knows all about Bob’s activities. Well, enough to know she is happy for him to get some action.” Claire was disbelieving.

“You mean she…”

Teresa waved her hand. “Oh no. Shelley won’t be joining us. She is not into threesomes or sharing her lovers with Bob. But I know what she’s like because I caught her and Sister Mercy – the little Chinese girl – flirting with each other. I confronted them each of them and they confessed. After that I arranged to get them together.” Claire still did not understand the whole picture.

“Shelley Watson is having a lesbian fling with Sister Grace. I suspect maybe Sister Barbara as well. She begged me not to tell her husband. But then she confided in me that she was worried Bob was likely to stray. And with good reason as you will see tonight,” Teresa gave out a low chuckle. “So we agreed that it would be best if I seduced Bob and now he fucks several members of the Order.”

Claire did find this hard to believe though she knew it was true. Sister Teresa was a confessed slut but lying was one sin she would never commit.

“Come along tonight and find out,” she ordered her charge. “And make sure you wear your veil. Bob likes us in our veils.” And the supervisor gave another wicked grin.

xxxxx

Bob Watson arrived at the appointed time and let himself into the apartment. He was a confident and strong-willed man and he knew what he’d come for. Claire and Teresa met him in the supervisor’s living room and he quickly sized them up. One woman looked excited, expectant. The other looked nervous. Both had their heads covered with the brown veil that was the formal uniform of the Order of the Mount. Bob Watson gave a broad grin – he liked to have sex with nuns in their traditional garb.

He grabbed Teresa and they kissed passionately. It had been a shock to discover that Sister Teresa was so hungry for sex all the time but Bob Watson couldn’t think of a better way to spend an hour or so than with those shapely legs wrapped around him and his cock buried in her cunt. Teresa enjoyed Bob and his fucking. She had easily embraced the opportunities for casual sex that had come her way in the Order. Bob Watson was a good explanation. He was tall, older and almost handsome with his greying hair. Bob turned his attention to Claire and gave her another winning smile. “Its wonderful to be seeing you again sister,” he said softly. Claire was out of practice with men and wasn’t sure how to react but Watson gently drew her in and gave her a small hug.

By that time Teresa was on her knees, extracting Mr Watson’s cock from his trousers. Bob Watson was already fondling Claire, squeezing her breasts and pulling at her clothing. Claire was nervous about what they might want from her, though it was clear what Mr Watson was after as a start. “Two beautiful women tonight. Let me see you, dear sister.” Despite her shame and embarrassment, she allowed Bob Watson to bare her breasts as Sister Teresa swallowed his cock. The chance to a man’s cock was too much for her and Claire decided it was best to follow Teresa.

Somehow, in minutes, both women of the Order of the Mount were on their knees, naked except for their head coverings, performing tandem fellatio on a lay member of the community. Claire was still in shock but there was no doubting she was enjoying the taste and the feel of a man in her mouth. And there was no doubting the size of his cock – larger than any she’d taken and it had to be over eight inches. It was soon covered with the saliva of both women and looked all the more impressive for that. Watson was moaning and growling his appreciation. “Oh, you two are just wonderful at this. Suck me like you love my cock.”

Claire thought of sin and sacrilege and eternal damnation. She was still wearing her habit, after all, and now she was naked and performing a lewd sex act. She felt less pretty than the slim Teresa, with her bigger boobs, but she couldn’t stop thinking of being fucked and how that massive organ would feel inside her unused hole. When Bob Watson put her supervisor onto the lounge chair and started eating her cunt, Claire felt her own sex gush even more. She knew she was committed now to a life of service – to the poor by day and screwing by night.

Teresa was getting the screwing on that night. She looked ready for it, too. Teresa was confident in her body – tall and pale underneath her long blonde hair, her slender frame somehow supporting double-D breasts. Mr Watson obviously didn’t like to wait on these occasions and he soon climbed on top of the older nun and began eagerly fucking her. Claire saw the other woman was as keen as was Bob. Seated close by, she got a perfect view of Mr Watson’s prodigious cock hammering into Teresa’s cunt. She saw the way he made her stretch around his girth and she heard how much her supervisor was enjoying the fucking. When Mr Watson threw Teresa’s legs over his shoulders, Claire realised she had begun to touch herself.

Bob Watson had impressive stamina, that was obvious. Teresa had barely stopped cumming under his assault. “Please Bob, let me turn over,” she begged him breathlessly. Her head wear had shaken loose and her big tits were heaving. Mr Watson stopped just long enough to let Teresa get into doggy position on the lounge before renewing his assault. Claire was cumming too – how could she not as she watched the beautiful Teresa being fucked hard from behind as her heavy wooden crucifix swung between her double-Ds.

He didn’t stop until Teresa was begging him for respite. Her cunt was swollen and stretched and she needed a break. Watson smiled as he moved across to Claire, his cock sticking up high and shiny with the other woman’s juices.

“Why don’t you clean me off Sister,” he was saying. She went to her knees again and simply allowed Mr Watson to resume fucking her mouth. She didn’t mind the taste of another woman’s cunt at all, though the fact it belonged to her religious supervisor seemed somehow more perverted. He was so big! Claire had heard women brag about such members as this but she’d never encountered one till now. She could only hope her mouth was to his liking as she struggled to fit him in.

Minutes later Bob Watson withdrew his cock. He placed one hand on top of Claire’s head. She was no innocent but she was not exactly experienced. So she had no warning when Bob Watson stroked his cock with his free hand and shot the contents of his balls directly onto the nun’s face. Claire was shocked as he kept shooting and his semen splattered onto her face and even onto her habit. It was her first time for such such treatment but she didn’t turn from Bob Watson with his strength and his deep lust. She could only guess that this was expected of the sluts of the Order of the Mount.

When the two women were alone again, Sister Teresa helped Claire clean her face, the supervisor quick to tell Claire she was proud of her efforts. “You did very well, Sister. Bob does like to finish that way. Though I enjoy him shooting inside me. But he knows you’re not safe yet so he was happy to paint your face.” Claire didn’t understand so Teresa explained she’d have an appointment with a “friendly” doctor the following week.

“Contraception?… But surely we don’t permit that sin?” Sister Teresa tried to explain.

“As you know, there were once voices in our church that said it was wrong to help the poor.” Claire nodded – she knew that part of the history. “Well we cannot afford any pregnant nuns these days. Our work is far too important to be disrupted. So we treat the teaching about the pill in exactly the same way as those other wrong-headed ideas.”

Teresa was ready to change the subject. “I really love that big cock. You can see why Shelley was worried about other women stealing Bob.” She took Claire by the hands. “But you haven’t cum yet and I want to do something about that.”

The two women moved into the bedroom and Claire made herself comfortable on the bed. Then her supervisor produced a new vibrator, still in its packaging. It was an initiation present, she explained. Then Claire permitted a women to touch her sexually for the first time as Sister Teresa gave her a good, firm fucking with the life-like toy and made sure she didn’t stop until Claire could take no more.

xxxxx

As Sister Teresa had promised, Doctor Gary was very friendly indeed. He was an older man of Chinese background and he had a ready smile. His bedside manner was warm and supportive. Claire didn’t ask but she knew somehow he’d been introduced into the “secret inner circle” within the Order of the Mount. Just as Sister Teresa had done, Gary asked some intimate questions about her sexual history. He checked her pulse and blood pressure and then had her strip naked and climb onto the bed.

“Tell me,” he continued. “Are you comfortable with what is happening? I know that your Order encourages nymphomania. But sometimes the new ones find it difficult to fit in, no matter how they feel.”

Claire turned bright red. “I guess its OK so far. Sister Teresa has been really kind to me. I still am having trouble being a nun who people want to have sex with.”

“Mother Mary, the big boss, prefers recruiting sluts into the Order,” said Doctor Gary. “She says it makes for better nuns.” So far, Claire could not argue with that thinking.

With another smile Dr Gary began to touch and caress the young nun, his new patient. He enjoyed this part of his practice, the secret part where he tended to the needs of these highly sexualised women. Claire was young and in good shape. Her breasts were small and pert. About B-cup, he guessed, staring briefly at the heavy crucifix lying between them. The nipples responded instantly to his touch. If she was shocked to be fondled by a doctor Claire managed to hide it. Gary placed her feet in the stirrups and moved his hands over her mound, listening to her breathing speed up as he moved down.

“You don’t shave yourself?” Claire shook her head, slightly embarrassed at her thick patch of brown hair. “Of course its your choice. But I think most of the other sisters find its more pleasurable that way.”

With gloves on, Gary smeared some clear gel over his fingers. He pulled apart these new cunt lips and saw the way Claire’s clitoris hardened instantly. Soon he had two fingers inside her cunt and a thumb on her clit. It was torture for Claire who was trying her utmost to contain her moans of pleasure.

“Relax now,” the doctor said to her and, with more gel, pressed a finger against Claire’s butt-hole. She couldn’t help tensing up. “A virgin?” he asked. “I won’t hurt you.” And with that he used one finger to invade her bottom. It was not pleasant but Claire felt she could trust Gary – he was a doctor after all. The medico wasn’t surprised to find her anus was tight. She’d need a little experience to learn how to accommodate such intrusions. Doctor Gary wondered if he might avail himself of Claire’s arse on a future appointment.

“You’ll need to think about training your other place,” he advised her solemnly. “I believe Monsignor Davis prefers to use the bottoms of the nuns. He is a believer that you shouldn’t have access to the pill.” Claire was only half listening since she had the doctor’s fingers in her cunt and her arse at the same time. The Monsignor? – how wide was this “secret” circle?

The doc had finished his examination and was very pleased with his new patient. He demonstrated as much by carefully playing with Claire until she was writhing and moaning as the first of her orgasms peaked. The doctor was an avid student of female anatomy and he was adept at rubbing the clits and finger fucking the cunts of these horny nuns. Claire found it hard to believe a doctor would touch her in this way but then it was she who’d performed fellatio for a priest just the other day. She was quickly overwhelmed by the doctor’s “treatment”. By the end she was breathless and barely able to gasp her “thank you” to the doctor.

“Don’t forget to ask Sister Teresa about a butt plug,” he replied. “Let me write out your script. Then you might like to take care of me.” Claire felt so grateful to the doctor that she was pulling at his trousers before Gary had even signed the script. She could not remember having adored cocks so much when she was younger. But suddenly men wanted her to suck them off and they were offering their cocks to her – she couldn’t resist.

Doctor Gary had an average sized cock but Claire went after it hungrily. She yanked his trousers down to his ankles and straight away put the hard shaft deep into her mouth. Claire tried to remember everything she’d learned in her uni days about pleasuring men and their cocks. She easily fit half of the doctor’s bulk in her mouth, stroking the base with one hand while massaging his smallish balls with the other. As she sucked the doctor’s cock she realized her cunt was getting wet again. But that thought was forgotten as Claire felt him flooding her mouth with yummy semen and she greedily swallowed it all.

xxxxx

Two nights later Claire was out visiting again. This time it was Father John and she didn’t mind admitting she’d been excited about it. She found it easier to confide in him than Sister Teresa, her supervisor. She supposed it was Father John who had invited her into this secret world of nymphomaniac nuns and debauched sexual freedom. He was the first man she given a head-job to in years. He was the first priest she’d ever sucked-off.

Father John wanted to know how she was managing with her new role in the inner sanctum of the Order of the Mount. “It usually comes as quite a shock to the new members like yourself.”

“I was thinking about sex quite a lot before this,” admitted Claire. It felt like a confession, good to get off her chest. “Now I am thinking about it so much I really have to summon up extra energy so I can concentrate on my work.”

Father John nodded. That kind of reaction was common and helped explain why the Order of the Mount had survived with its secrets for so long. “The work always comes first,” he said seriously. “Its why we chose to bring you into the inner circle. You have a real talent for your work – and for sex!” They both grinned.

“I still don’t understand how this can be, Father,” she went on. “I always believed that sex was a sin for us nuns. And you priests too. Now you and Sister Teresa are telling me I can have sex as much as I like and with any number of people.”

“We will keep you safe,” was his careful reply. “But our secret must be closely guarded. Even today, not all members of your Order are privy to what we do. Be patient and Teresa and I will help you find the right people.” But Father John could see there was something else on the nun’s mind.

“I just don’t know why you chose me. Compared to Sister Teresa…” and her voice trailed off.

“Because Sister Teresa appears to have such a hot body under her uniform? And her breasts look so big?” Claire blushed silently. “But its silly to judge yourself like that. In God’s eyes we are all equal.” John did find Claire very attractive with her pale skin and soft brown hair. She was shapely without looking like a model. He was looking into her lovely brown eyes. “And I imagine you have gorgeous breasts. The only problem is that you’ve never let me see them.”

Claire suddenly brightened up and, with a wicked grin, began to unbutton her blouse. Once more her brain was in a haze of lust and yet she couldn’t help blushing a little as she exposed her breasts for him. Claire noticed the way her fingers fumbled at her buttons, the way her teenage boyfriends had done. Father John was only too happy to assist and soon had her topless on his sofa. “They are lovely,” he said to her, feeling his erection growing. “They fit so well in my hands. And your nipples are so thick and hard.” He lay her down and moved on top, starting to suckle gently on her tits. Claire moaned and with one hand gently pulled him closer, urging him on. The priest knew just how to pleasure a woman’s body. Her superiors had assured her that sex was a gift from God. She’d been told that nothing so pleasurable could really be sinful and the heavy crucifix between her firm breasts seemed to confirm that.

She moved a hand down to the priest’s crotch and felt the hard cock inside his jeans. Father John stopped his sucking on her tits for a moment. “Always remember, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. That is a number one rule.”

“I can’t explain it,” Claire replied. “But I really want to do this for you Father.” Once again she had to wonder whether she’d been so “cock crazy” in her younger days. It was certain she craved them now. The nun was on her knees, once again sucking the hard cock of a handsome priest, amazed that a man of the cloth could have such a wonderful manhood.

“Would you like to fuck? I think its a long time since you had that experience.”

“But Father… what about Sister Teresa? And the doctor said I am not safe for another two weeks.”

“Your supervisor expects me to seduce you. And I have condoms in the bedroom.”

At that news, Claire moved to rise from the sofa. Standing in front of Father John she removed her skirt and underwear. She was eager to be naked before him, to make him want her as much as she did him. John’s eyes lit up at the sight – a little plump perhaps but clearly she was ready for sex and would be ready many times in the future. That lust, that slutty character, was what made Sister Claire so perfect.

In the bedroom she sucked him some more, getting her fill. Then the Father suggested a “69” and the young nun was thrilled as the older man moved into position on top of her. She felt pinned to the bed by his size and weight, his seven-inch manhood looking intimidating as he lowered it to her open lips. While Father John began to thrust with his cock, she felt the sheer delight of his mouth and tongue on her cunt. Claire loved the way he took control, slowly fucking her mouth and giving her no escape. She could not remember a cock feeling so hard. This man was an expert with his tongue and she was cumming almost immediately, screaming out her release past the gag of his cock wedged deep in her mouth.

He fucked her then. First he reminded her that “sex is a gift from the Lord”. Claire doubted she could have resisted even if he’d said otherwise. Father John was right – it had been a long time. She lay back and allowed his beautiful cock to pierce her sex. He held her ankles high and wide, making a sexy “V” so as to increase his own visual pleasure and give himself deeper access to the nun’s unused fuck hole. Claire was sure she was in ecstasy. She had too easily sworn-off the pleasures of the flesh when choosing to enter the Order. Being fucked like this was doubly special since she was pleasuring her favourite priest. His cock felt so amazing as it thrust deep inside her body. Once more, she had the fleeting thought that it didn’t make sense to regard such amazing feelings as “sinful”. As she clawed at the bed she knew she had been foolish to have waited so long to feel a man inside her again.

While they rested she played with his body, running her fingers through the hair on his chest and enjoying the way his cock responded it as she stroked it softly and hefted his balls. He soon was sucking her tits as she held his shaft and when he slipped two fingers into her sopping cunt she abandoned herself to behaving like a slut and came three more times for him. Claire had never known she could orgasm like that. But she’d never known a lover as generous as Father John. He proved that by moving down the bed and eating her cunt once more. The thick hairy bush was a novelty and he enjoyed her long, plump labia.

By the time she’d finished crying out her orgasms, John was ready for more fucking. Claire was learning fast how to be a slutty nun. “Let me roll over,” she asked him. “Fuck me from behind.” It had looked so sexy to see Teresa screwed doggy-style and John was not about to refuse the offer – her rounded arse looked enticing as she made herself available. He entered her quickly and, losing a little of his self-control, had given Claire a rough fucking, slamming into her as she gasped and cried out her climaxes. Claire didn’t mind him going harder – she had a lot of time to catch-up. And it felt good to have her smaller tits bouncing underneath her and feel her own wooden crucifix swaying in time to the pumping from this handsome priest.

When he felt she was done, the priest rolled Claire onto her side. It was a new position for her but he kept pumping his cock as she relaxed on the bed, him bumping into her arse cheeks with each slow, long thrust. She enjoyed this view of the handsome priest, watching his chest and his arms as he took his time pleasuring himself. When he came it was a long, loud climax and Clare imagined his seed exploding from his cock. She was certain it could not really be a sin to share such intimate pleasures with a fine man like Father John. Claire knew she’d want to fuck him again and next time she wanted him bareback, to have his seed flowing into her body.

xxxxx

At the same time Claire was getting her fucking, a few blocks away Shelley Watson was on her hands and knees, naked and having her arse spanked with a heavy wooden paddle. “Oh Sister,” she cried out after every few blows, “please chastise me for my sins.”

Shelley was the secretary of the lay council and husband of its head, Mr Bob Watson. Somehow she had stumbled upon a cabal of sinning, slutty nuns who had given her the freedom to explore her sexual fantasies. She was almost forty and starting to show her middle-age spread. She was a plain-looking and otherwise god-fearing woman who gave her body to the nuns in regular lesbian trysts. On all fours, her holes were exposed and her pendulous breasts hung low. At least her long red hair covered her face and her shame.

Sister Mercy could only be described as “tiny”. From a Chinese family, she was not quite five feet tall and weighed little more than sixty kilos. Her little tits were perfectly perky with long dark brown nipples. She only ever wore a bra when at work yet they never sagged. At that moment, she was perched on Shelley’s back, facing towards her feet, and whaling on that big butt with the wooden paddle. Mercy didn’t really enjoy giving pain – but Shelley had made a comment in jest and things had gone on from there.

“More, please Sister. I need to be punished.” Being so tiny, Sister Mercy found the paddle harder to use than other implements. It made a pleasing sound, however, and it made the old bitch’s arse jiggle nicely. Plus it left less obvious marks on her skin than the riding crop Grace sometimes favored.

“Tell me again,” ordered Mercy. She’d had plenty of lesbian sex with younger women but Shelley Watson gave her the chance to be bossy and dominant. The older woman was always available for the nuns to use and abuse, the only condition being that her husband never learn of her lesbian desires.

“Please punish me Sister,” shouted Shelley, as the paddle fell harder and faster.

“That’s better. You are a wicked girl.” Mercy was already very horny and she could see the familiar swelling of Shelley’s cunt lips. Since her arm was tired from the beating Mercy ordered Shelley Watson into a new position.

“Eat my cunt, you slut,” she ordered and as soon as Shelley was on her back Mercy squatted over her mouth. It was the perfect way to use the older woman – grinding her hot young cunt into her face. Shelley loved being “forced” to eat out the nuns and Mercy especially liked to abuse Mrs Watson. The older woman kept her sexuality a secret but had been thrilled to discover how much she loved eating cunt, especially the tiny golden-skinned Sister Mercy. Having the lightweight nun sit on her face was no problem and Sister Mercy had the wettest and most sensitive cunt. She’d been embarrassed by the thick, long hair that grew naturally on her mound – shaving it had allowed her to expose her long, dark colored labia. It also made it much easier to take a woman’s tongue up her gushing hole.

Shelley was made to lick the younger woman’s arsehole next. Sister Mercy stretched out her tiny frame on the bed and Mrs Watson dove in with her tongue. The nun had a tiny little bottom, so nicely shaped that Shelley could never resist the order to lick it. Sex with a lesbian nun was sure to send her to hell and the “dirtiness” of licking her arse only made more exciting – especially because Mercy enjoyed it so much.

Once Mercy was re-charged she rolled over and Shelley knew, without a word, what was expected. She once more stuck her face into Mercy’s cunt, flicking her tongue over the tiny clit and lapping at the cunt juices that flowed from the Sister’s hole. Shelley knew she was being exploited as a lesbian slut and she enjoyed it all. She loved it when Sister Mercy drove home the point by taking a handful of red hair and dragging her mouth harder against her spasming cunt. Only when Shelley’s face was soaked in cunt juice did Grace relent.

She took care of Mrs Watson after that, delivering a series of explosive orgasms to the older woman. Shelley had never known orgasms like the ones she received from the nuns. Then again, she’d never had a woman shove four fingers up her cunt as Mercy could do. And when the tiny nun went down on her, sucking and licking her slit and her engorged clit, Shelley Watson passed into a world of ecstacy.

Mercy always kept the strap-on till last. The other nuns rarely allowed her to use it. Shelley Watson would not have chosen it either – it was like the ultimate perversion – but she never argued with sweet Sister Mercy. The younger woman used a huge dildo in her harness, something close to the size of Bob Watson – or so she’d been told. It took some effort to fuck Shelley with it but Mercy felt it worth the effort. She loved the feeling of power she got from stretching and pounding the older woman’s cunt. Sometimes she pulled Shelley’s hair hard while fucking her from behind and that usually triggered more orgasms. Mercy couldn’t see the 36-FF tits bouncing and swaying as Shelley was hammered doggy-style but she could finger the tiny brown butt-hole of her victim.

Sister Mercy loved to force her strap-on cock into that tiny hole. It was so sinful for a member of the Order to behave like that and Shelley didn’t even enjoy being fucked anally. She had never taken a man “up there” and certainly not her husband with his big eight-plus inches – not even animals did such things. Yet she never complained about the degradation of being arse-fucked by a nun. Taking that big toy in her rectum was more like a price to be paid for the excitement Mercy provided. Yet, the intensity of the arse-fucking was undeniable and Shelley Watson always enjoyed the day after and feeling the effects of tiny Mercy having reamed her married, respectable bottom.

Once they were done and cleaned-up, Mercy made a date for the following week. “Sister Dolores and Sister Marian want to come as well,” she told the older woman. Shelley Watson grinned excitedly at that news.

xxxxx

Once again Sister Teresa was kept busy and Claire felt as if she had no-one to “de-brief” with. That was a problem because the nun was still trying to work out exactly how she felt about what was happening to her. She’d always known she enjoyed sex but she’d felt there was an element of sin about it – especially as she had never married. Now, as a nun in a holy order, she was actively engaging in sexual play with men and those old feelings of lust and release were stronger than ever.

Claire knew she was on the fringes of a secret society of sexual passion and debauchery but, for the time being, she was left to her own devices. She had enjoyed the sex play and especially the careful attention from Father John – she knew it was wrong but she found herself having the most sinful thoughts concerning the handsome priest. The worst part was \was feeling incredibly aroused almost all the time. She had no opportunity to discuss any of this with Sister Teresa or Father John. And so her spare moments were filled with thoughts of men and cocks and fucking. The only thing that seemed to work was to throw herself into her work and Sister Claire knew that, too, was part of a plan. Sister Teresa knew a few days of good, hard work for the Order would help Claire combat her feelings of guilt. But at night Claire had taken to long sessions of masturbation using the vibrator her supervisor had provided.

It was not until after church the following Sunday that Claire had contact from Teresa. She was surprised to read the text inviting her to another “meeting” that evening. The email explained that two priests were very keen to meet her. Claire understood completely the purpose of her “meeting” and what the men would expect of her. And all this on a holy day when she should be thinking only of the Lord. She felt disgusted at herself but still her body tingled at the thought. She was a nun who was betraying her vows and her beliefs. What was more, she was a slut. It seemed so easy for the others to proffer her for sex and to expect her to “put out”. Claire knew of Father Peter and was a little shocked to realize he was in the “secret circle” as well. Father Filippo was visiting from Italy, a sabbatical, and she’d heard he was a most handsome man.

Claire thought about all this for a moment and then she smiled to herself. She thought of Father John and how much she wanted him and to please him. Besides, Claire knew she was far too horny to resist the temptation this time. Perhaps that, too, was all part of the plan. Teresa had said she was under no obligation – “no-one will force you to do anything you don’t want”. But Claire typed a quick reply – “please tell them I will be there”.

THE END OF CHAPTER ONE