Sister Claire had learned to treasure the Gift. That wasn't hard given that she had never had so much sex in her life. It was a huge change for someone who had been told that sex was only for certain purposes and that desire was a sin. She had opted to join the Order of the Mount for fear that her earlier life might be leading her to hell. How strange, then, that it was her sister nuns who had encouraged her to embrace sex and the opportunities afforded by the Gift.
"Fucking for Jesus" -- that's how she'd thought of her appointment with the mayor. As a member of the inner circle of the Order, Claire understood now that it was her responsibility to use the Gift to help her sisters to achieve their greater goals. For centuries, the Order had relied on supporters and allies to further its work for the downtrodden. The Gift allowed men and women to combine lust and pleasure with their obligation to do good works.
At first she had been disbelieving that her boss, Sister Teresa, could have a penchant for fucking men and letting their seed drip down her thighs. But it had been Claire's own unclean thoughts that had opened the door to her new life - where religious duty required having so much sex. It was only later that she had guessed that the Order had had a plan all along. Sister Teresa and Mother Mary had nurtured her unclean thoughts. With help from Father John, of course. And now Sister Claire was expected to continue their secret practices.
While the mayor had no understanding of such things. His intention was to use the pretty nun to satisfy his own sexual desires. His sister-in-law had suggested that she would easily be convinced to lift her skirt for him. With her mind on her mission, Claire had no objection to that. She had happily given her body and her mouth to him.
The Gift was not divorced from notions of sin -- just as she'd been taught be her sister nuns. Desire chiefly should be to further the cause of the Order of the Mount. The satisfaction to be gained from sex was giving pleasure to others. But Claire soon discovered what the others knew. Experiencing lust and sexual thrills only enhanced the Gift for those outside the Order. God had given the men and women the ability to enjoy the most intense sexual pleasure and the only danger from free, uninhibited sex was not to make the best use of it.
Eager to please and to prove her worth to the inner circle, Sister Claire had opened her mind to sex in all its forms. Father John had been her first teacher and she would always be grateful to him. In fact, Claire might have felt more deeply if not for the warning that nuns in the inner circle were forbidden to develop emotional connections to others. But Father John had taught her the joys of sodomy. Thanks to his kindness and patience, she was able to give even better service to the Order by providing even more intense sexual pleasure. Illicit affairs, threesomes, lesbian sex and sodomy all were part of her duties.
Doctor Gary had been a special case. Claire understood that he deserved a reward for being so dedicated in combining his professional care with a determined discretion about the goings-on of his religious patients. And a doctor's skillful touch had always stoked her arousal.
Giving herself to being sodomised by Monsignor Davis had felt more like a duty -- an expectation that a new member of the inner circle must pay tribute to the church leader. He had fucked her with his ego as much as his cock. But that, too, had been exciting for the young nun as she saw up close the power of the Gift to win support for the Order of the Mount.
The one experience with the Gift that had caused brief doubts was Mr Watson and his car. Before entering the Order, Claire had studiously avoided sex acts in cars. She had always thought that to be a line of debauchery she was not prepared to cross. Sex in a car was cheap and could only bring disrespect to a young woman.
But Mr Watson had wanted to have his cock sucked -- in his car. And Sister Claire knew better than to refuse this important man. Besides, he had the biggest cock she'd ever experienced. It had been an honour to be asked by Mr Watson. Hed been opportunistic but that was not a reason for Claire to refuse. She'd marveled at his size and girth and the power of his appendage even as she had struggled to fit her lips around him. Not to mention that she was thinking of the extra praise she would win from her sister nuns as she had felt him explode in her mouth and swallowed all of his precious seed.
Yes, Sister Claire loved cocks -- all cocks. No longer concerned for her soul, she could enjoy each one as a special part of the Gift. The mayor was no competition for Mr Watson. But he had a very healthy specimen nonetheless. The nun had been excited to sink to her knees and receive his cock in her mouth.
The mayor had acted from pure greed for sexual pleasure. He had wanted no more than to take advantage of the pretty nun. Yet, Claire had enjoyed is obvious display of lust. And when he had forced her over his desk and pierced her with his cock his technique had been more than satisfactory. He'd filled her nicely and his thrusting was just vigorous enough to make her orgasm. She didn't want the mayor to use her rear passage since he was of little value to the Order. Not that she would have refused if he'd asked. But the sister-in-law, Paola was a different matter and Claire had gone to her knees again, letting him thrust into her mouth till his cock juice spewed into her mouth and down her throat.
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Father Filippo had known the reason for her appointment with the mayor. He had been careful to keep his distance from Claire over the next few days. That wasn't easy when the pretty young nun was sleeping in the next room each night. But Filippo was a man as well as a priest and he understood that some women experienced he most intense sexual pleasure when they had some emotional connection with their lover. And he knew that Sister Claire must not confuse her emotions.
Claire understood his reason. It was true that she was developing feelings for the handsome priest, he was a good man. Outside the priesthood he would be a good catch. The fact he was good friends with the wonderful Father John only proved his desirable qualities. On top of which he was a gifted and generous lover.
Even Mother Mary had acknowledged that is posting to this remote village was a hardship for Father Filippo. Claire had felt it her duty to give him additional comfort. Other priests were committed to lives of celibacy but Filippo had been introduced to the Order of the Mount for a reason. That was why, a few nights after her meeting with the mayor, she was sharing the evening meal with Filippo while being naked from the waist up.
"You have an appointment with Paola tomorrow," he reminded her, trying his best to ignore the perky B-cups tits.
"Yes, at lunchtime. She is the most brazen creature I could imagine. I'm sure she will have something disgusting in mind for me."
"But its good for your assignment if she wants you."
"Who doesn't want a dirty nun who is a good fuck?"
Filippo tried not to laugh. He needed not to notice that Claire was coming around the table to him. With her slim, young body and her cute freckles she was impossible to ignore for any man -- or woman?
"Eat your dessert," he ventured.
