Sister Claire was excited for the entire journey - even more so when the handsome Father Filippo met her at the airport. She was tired after the long flight and it took hours of driving to reach the mountain village. Claire had only travelled overseas once before. This time she was on a special assignment for the Order of the Mount.
It was the strangest feeling to be sitting on a plane and knowing that the real purpose of the flight was to deliver her for sex. "Fucking for Jesus" seemed hardly to explain what she was doing. Her boss, Mother Mary, had said little about the assignment. Though Claire already knew that she would be required to fuck strangers.
Claire didn't know why that was so exciting. She'd always enjoyed sex. A crazy fling had scared her and steered her toward the Order of the Mount. But the unclean thoughts had followed her. By some miracle she had met the lovely Father John who had helped her to understand that good sex was a Gift from god. She'd come to realise that even nuns were able to share the Gift. In her case, as a member of the inner circle of the Order of the Mount, sharing the Gift was done to help the to help those in need.
She hardly minded that Sister Teresa and Mother Mary could decide who she fucked - and how many. Perhaps that was the price she paid to deal with her unclean thoughts. But the sex had been intense and always wonderful. Father Filippo had been a part of that, briefly. Claire kept hoping that he, too, was part of the assignment.
The priest was even happier to see Sister Claire. He'd been a part of her introduction to the secret inner 'society' of her Order. Like all the nuns in that group, she'd proven eager for what they called "sharing the Gift". Unlike some, Sister Claire had sexual experience before she took her vows. And his friend, Father John, had given her some addition al experience.
Filippo had not wanted to believe about the secret inner circle - not at first. Like some priests, he'd felt the temptations of the flesh. Some female members of the congregation were attracted to the idea of illicit sex with a man of the cloth. Others were content to flirt and tease. A fling with a woman would be sinful and dangerous. And then a senior nun had made his acquaintance. She was huge-breasted and had easily tempted the young priest. The day he confronted her she'd exposed herself to him. He'd surrendered easily and taken a wicked pleasure in fucking her hard. The world had not ended, no lightning had struck him down. Later, everything had been explained and Filippo accepted his entry into this hidden world.
That knowledge, and the fond memories, had made it easier to accept his current "hardship" posting. His recent trip home had allowed him to catch up some much needed fucking. And he'd met the pretty young Sister Claire. There were no nuns from the Order of the Mount in this traditional village, deep in the rural mountains. But he'd been concocting a plan to "borrow" Claire for a time. It helped that she had a submissive side when it came to sexual pleasure. She would provide the solution to a difficult local problem. And he fully intended to share the Gift with the pretty young nun with her freckles and B-cup bust.
As they drove, the two used the time to catch-up on various details. Father Filippo asked after his friend, John. The nun wouldn't give much away but it was clear she had been fucking John as often as possible and that she was already feeling sad about being so far from him.
"This is just for a couple of months," Filippo explained. "And I believe that John's advice had something to do with you being sent here." That made the pretty Claire blush slightly. "And he mentioned something about you visiting the Monsignor."
"Oh... you know about that?" asked Claire, embarrassed and surprised that the priest would know such secrets. "Well, I suppose its like a ritual. For those of the Order who are permitted to share the Gift."
"Our Church has many rituals. Some are more enjoyable than others. Of course."
They both laughed at that. Claire found it easy to enjoy the company of the handsome priest. He was charming and the fact he was John's friend meant she warmed to him even more easily. Then the conversation switched to the village and her assignment.
"We need to renovate the old church before it falls down," he explained. "First, we need to overcome a local obstacle. Which is why I asked for you."
Claire was flattered and honoured. And her body tingled at the idea that she was expected to fuck some of the local dignitaries. She was full of questions about which people and what they were like. So far she'd enjoyed her "fucking for Jesus" but not everyone would be sexy or a good lover.
"Mother Mary mentioned the mayor and his brother. Will you introduce me to them?"
"All in good time. The mayor is not an obstacle. His brother is the local police chief. And his wife has a lot of sway in the village."
Filippo said no more about that. He wanted to let Claire recover from the trip and settle in.
"Lets have lunch when we get to the village. You should stay awake until nightfall. Its better to adjust to the change of timezone."
They returned to chit chat and gossip for the rest of the drive. Claire even managed to forget that this trip was almost entirely about fucking strangers. She loved the countryside, so different from what she'd seen before. And the low mountains were rugged and steep, holding what looked like an ancient village. It was all a new experience for Claire and she felt even happier sharing it with the lovely Father Filippo.
"We don't have hotels in the village," he explained. "But there's an extra bedroom in my little apartment. I hope you won't mind sharing."
Filippo made a simple but delicious lunch. Claire wondered how a priest would learn to master the kitchen. But they never finished their meal. Filippo smiled at Claire in a certain way and she, in turn, felt herself captivated. There was a moment where their hands brushed. The pretty, young nun felt a surge of energy course through her body. She couldn't help but stare into his eyes. Then Filippo stood up and took her hand in his.
Silently, she followed him to his bedroom. It was a relief to have the tension broken. For Filippo it was understandable since he'd lacked opportunities since returning to the village. Claire had been looking forward to seeing Filippo, horny as she remembered the priest's tanned body. And she was sure that Father Filippo was deserving of a reward for his hardship posting. That was the best explanation for the powerful lust she was experiencing.
Sister Claire didn't resist as the priest undressed her. It was a struggle for him to move slowly and gently. But Claire was more than ready to give her body to Filippo. Fully naked, she went to her knees. Easily, she unzipped his trousers and released his gorgeous cock. He was almost full-sized already, with lovely dark veins along his shaft. It occurred to Claire that she'd travelled halfway round the world to perform oral sex for this priest. She almost smiled at the naughty thought. It was a most unusual role for a nun. But this was what was required by her Order. And, duty or not, the nun simply could not resist. Without waiting she ran her tongue along the full length of the priest's shaft.
"Oh, Sister..." the priest moaned softly and his cock hardened almost instantly.
