Sister Claire was a dedicated nun. She was committed to her work as with the Order of the Mount, helping the poor and down-trodden. And she loved her other duties, as a member of the secret inner circle of the Order. That secret group had long been sworn to use the Gift to win allies - inside the church and without -- so that their cause was supported and funded. Over and over again, those allies had opened gates or removed blocks to the Order's public mission. The Gift was the key and a closely guarded secret.
Only the inner circle and their allies knew that those nuns enjoyed sucking and fucking. They called it fucking for Jesus. Sexual pleasure had been created in heaven and they thought it sinful to not use the powers of the Gift to make a better world. The nuns always reminded one another of the vital rules that governed the sharing of the Gift. There was, still, a thin line between the Gift and sin. Even if the inner circle made sure that there was plenty of opportunity for raunchy sex with men and women.
A pretty nun, in her early thirties and with cute freckles and a firm B-cup bust, Claire had been an eager recruit to the inner circle. She'd had some experience before entering the Order. Now she was as devoted to sharing the Gift as she was to her public duties.
Claire was not the first -- or the only -- nun to stray beyond those supposedly sacred rules. Her own boss, Sister Teresa, had dropped enough clues for Claire to know that other members of the secret circle managed to find extra opportunities to experience the Gift.
And Claire was horny. She knew the risks. But the mere thought of her new, year-long posting made her feel an unquenchable urge for sex. She would be mostly celibate for that time and already her cunt was aching at the idea.
The big party with Mr Watson was approaching fast. Actually, she was excited by that. Mr Watson had taken a shine to Claire and his massive cock was a thing of wonder. But she could not wait. Nor would it be sufficient to rely on Father John. Besides, she was wary of causing him trouble. An appointment with Doctor Gary had been arranged and she would take advantage. But talking with Sister Edith had given her an idea she could not shake.
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It was late in the afternoon when Claire knocked on the door of Father Brendan's office. When he appeared, Claire could not miss his lovely green eyes. She was sure he must have several female members of his congregation swooning. It was no wonder that Edith had been convinced to let him fuck her.
"Oh, Sister... umm, we don't have an appointment? I am just finishing..."
"No, Father. I didn't want to call. But my friend, Sister Edith, told me...'
A look of fear flashed across the face of the lovely priest. He'd convinced himself that he could avoid trouble if he promised himself never to touch Sister Edith again. But she had been sent on a training course at short notice. And he was not sure that he could resist Mrs Edmonds. Now another nun was in his office and he was certain that meant danger.
"Sister, I don't know why Edith would send you here," he said, trying to sound formal. "Sister Edith works in the parish. But I expect she will be transferred soon."
"Yes, Father, I know," replied Claire trying to look sweet and needy.
"I don't usually meet nuns in my office," he protested. "There are rules, you know."
Claire knew about the rules. And she was used to breaking rules. It was obvious why Father Brendan was being so careful. And Claire did not want to blackmail him. Not that there should be any need for that.
"Sister Edith told me you are strict," she said. "But I think you can help with my problem."
"No, Sister. Unless it is a spiritual matter."
"It is, Father. Spiritual in a very special way."
Claire stepped closer to the worried looking priest. His green eyes were wide with his fear.
"You will understand if I show you," she said softly.
He really was gorgeous with his green eyes. Edith had not mentioned his swimmer's body and strong shoulders. Claire was determined to press on. With a single move, she lifted her skirt to her waist. Her legs were openly displayed. So was her smooth-shaved cunt since she was not wearing underwear. Claire felt her cunt moisten with the thrill of exposing herself to the reluctant priest. And the look on his face suggested he might soon be more willing.
"Dear Lord," he croaked. "This is forbidden."
Claire knew that and she didn't care. Slowly she turned herself around and bent forward just a little. Now her bottom was presented to the priest and she was sure he'd not resist any longer.
"You can see my problem, Father. Please. I don't know anyone else who can fix it."
"You're supposed to pray, Sister."
"That doesn't help me, Father. But if you touch me, I'll be much better."
She was close to him now, still naked from the waist down. He groaned in torment as her hand pressed gently over his crotch. But he did not try to stop Claire. He was a priest and, yet, still a man. Claire was excited to rub softly, feeling a nice-sized bulge beginning to grow.
"A little sin makes us closer to god," she whispered as her other hand began to undo the buttons on her shirt.
Father Brendan did not have the words to argue as the pretty nun bared her pert breasts. They were a lovely shape and size -- B-cup and just enough more than a handful. He could not believe what was happening. First the wicked Mrs Edmonds had seduced him. Then she'd convinced that lovelorn young nun to fornicate with him. And now this raunchy bitch was leading him to more sin. His breathing quickened as she gently lifted his hand to her tits, pressing him against her bare flesh as if urging him to squeeze. There was no hiding the fact that his cock was almost fully erect.
"I need you so badly," Claire sighed with lust.
Her fingers were tracing the outline of his cock. Edith had been right and he was a good-sized specimen. And the way he was touching her breasts made it clear that he was not lacking in carnal experience. Her nipples were hard and sensitive to his touch.
"Go on, Father. Don't deny yourself."
