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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 şişli escort 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.
Despite her submissive nature, Claire was like any woman and enjoyed the idea of having a man at her mercy in that way. She took her time to feel every thick vein with her tongue as the priest’s cock began to throb. As his moans grew louder, she wrapped her moist lips around the hard shaft and slowly plunged as far down as she could manage. It was a true delight to pleasure a cock as special as this one. And she could feel the urgency in Filippo’s response – when it came to sex, he had the needs of a man and the passion of a priest.
“Sister, you have so many talents,” groaned Filippo.
Claire was pleased to display her talents for the priest. Already she was engrossed in her task. Fondling his balls, she tried to deep-throat the big dick of the holy man. Claire felt almost as urgent as him, thrilled when the priest took hold of her head and began slowly to fuck her mouth. His passion She was happy to oblige, working her lips and tongue along the hard shaft as Filippo used her mouth for pleasures so long denied to him. The nun knew that her cunt was soaking and she was turned on even more by his moans of pleasure. It was an honour to provide such service to a holy man. She tightened her lips as she felt Filippo increasing the pace of this thrusting.
“That’s a beautiful mouth, Sister. You share the Gift so well.”
It was gratifying to watch the nun fellate him. And Filippo already knew that Claire had special talents. The only thing that bothered him was whether he ought to make her swallow his seed or wait till he was buried in her cunt.
Claire tried not to smile at the praise – she was focused on giving her best headjob to the priest. And clearly he was enjoying her skills, starting to thrust with more force and holding her head firmly.
“I’ve needed this for so long,” he moaned. “Will you drink from me?”
So soon? Oh, but Claire knew that Filippo had gone for months without the Gift. It was exciting to think her mouth would be the one to give him such pleasure. She gripped the base of his cock and cupped his large balls in her other hand. Yes, she wanted to priest to blast his cum into her mouth. Silently she urged him on, hungry for the taste of his hot, white cum.
“Any second now,” grunted the priest.
The decision had been made – the pretty nun was eager for his seed. Her mouth and her hands were working such magic on him. It was a stroke of luck that taksim escort Mary had sent the young Sister Claire, a nun as slutty as any he knew.
“Aaagghh… cumming…” he grunted aloud with his dick slamming into her freckled face. “Dear god…”
At the last moment, he released her, letting Claire do the work as he tilted his head and his eyes jammed shut. Filippo could feel the massive blasts of semen, huge wads shooting into the back of her mouth. Sister Claire had given life to the Gift on this special day.
She was thrilled by the passion and the power of the priest’s orgasm. It felt like huge blasts of cum were filling her mouth, salty and slimy and so precious. Claire enjoyed the taste of a man’s cum but this was too much – she was forced to swallow quickly as one jet of semen was followed by another. On her knees, not for the first time giving a headjob to a man of the cloth, she gave a small thanks for the Gift and a silent thought to whoever had established the secret inner circle. And she stayed on her knees until Filippo was emptied, and his cock had begun to soften.
Soon they were on his bed, cuddling as true lovers might. There was no surprise that a priest would enjoy the company of a young, naked female body beside him. What made Filippo so good as a priest, and a lover, was his care for the spirit of others. For that reason he and John had quickly become friends. He showed his appreciation to Claire and gave some pleasure on return, softly exploring her body. It kept her arousal high. She was grateful for his attention since Claire was hoping for more of the Gift that day.
As tired as she was, Claire waited for Father Filippo. Luckily for them both, experience before becoming nun had taught Claire how to slowly bring a man to the point of fresh activity. She kissed and stroked his body, rubbed her B-cup tits on him and fondled his cock till Father Filippo was ready for a second round.
“Lets share the Gift again, Father,” she grinned at the raunchy priest.
Filippo lay back and watched the pretty young woman squat over him. It was clear that she meant to be fucked and he had no objections. Knees spread wide, showing her shaven mound, Claire held the priest’s hard cock in position and slowly lowered herself. Each of them groaned as the nun impaled herself on the holy sceptre.
“Oh, Father…” came her soft cry.
He groaned in response. Last time he had shared Claire with his friend. Now she was all his – at least for a couple of days – and he could take the time to enjoy her. She looked so sexy as she sank down on his cock. The look on her face was a delight. The feeling of her cunt stretching open around his shaft was exquisite.
Riding that impressive cock was close to a religious experience for Claire. She’d always enjoyed being on top and she knew just how to use her hips. Bobbing up and down on his fabulous shaft she made sure he touched all the right spots inside her cunt. Humping him freely rode, Claire leaned forward to present her tits to his Filippo. The lewd priest obliged, sucking and nipping her hard teats as the nun heated up.
She had really needed the relief – almost as much as the Father. It was Father John who’d taught her to relax and really enjoy sex. What was the point of the Gift if it was not intensely pleasurable? Now, riding Filippo, she forgot all her earlier shame and thought only of the joy of fucking the handsome priest. The amazing ride, the hard cock ramming up into her cunt, soon had her cumming loudly – glad for the old, stone walls that kept her noises from the villagers. When he reached to her, squeezing her tits and grabbing her waist she surrendered herself entirely. At that moment, with orgasm after orgasm coursing through her, Claire knew that the Order was the best place for her.
As her first burst of orgasms began to slow, the lascivious priest rolled her over. Now his body was atop hers, lying between her prone body and her parted legs.
“Let me,” he said softly, and Claire had no argument.
Quickly he was on his knees, lifting her legs on to his strong shoulders. Claire so wanted to be fucked. Her cunt gave a spurt of juice as Filippo readied to fill her again. She’d thought seriously about “fucking for Jesus” – but being alone with Father Filippo made the Gift more intimate and more satisfying. Claire knew she was flirting with sin. But she forgot all that as Filippo drove his thick meat into her body.
The priest gave no such thoughts as he sought to relieve his needs. He fucked Claire with passion, hard and rough, as her firm tits shook under the rhythm of his thrusting. Her young cunt felt amazing as it wrapped around his cock. The thrill of their fucking was carried by her obvious pleasure, her cries of release as the skillful priest fucked her to oblivion.
When finally Claire was spent, still tired from the flight, Filippo unleashed his second load of cum deep into topkapı escort the nun’s sweet cunt. It was a moment of relief as he used pretty Claire for his wicked needs. And somehow his balls had seemed almost as full the second time.
For her, it was liberating to take such pleasure from the priest. He was a wonderful lover as it happened. And to receive his cum blasts inside her soaking wet cunt was wonderfully satisfying. Claire had been honoured to have Father John introduce her to the Gift. She’d happily given her body to him so many times. Serving others – especially dirty-minded priests – was her true sexual calling.
Soon after she was asleep. It was the first time in years that Claire had slept in the embrace of a naked man. The sensations assured her of a solid slumber.
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The next day, it was Claire who woke first. In the soft sheets, with the cool morning air, she thought at first of John. But it was the warm body next to her that really brought her around. Fascinated by her new lover, unable to stop herself, she gently stroked the cock she found next to her leg. As it slowly grew longer and harder, Filippo stirred from his own snoozing.
“What should we do for breakfast, Father?” she asked with a grin.
He responded by slipping down under the sheets. Then he was between her legs. Claire was a little nervous – two days since she had shaved herself. Filippo seemed not to mind, however. Spreading her wider, he soon was using his mouth to drive Claire to the heights of passion and of sexual frenzy. Knowing it was his choice, she lay back as he used his magic tongue to flick over the tip of her clitoris before plunging into her steaming hole.
It was the perfect start to the day as Claire clung the pillow to her face to muffle her screams of delight. Before she’d done, Filippo rolled her over into the doggy position. Without a word, he swiftly penetrated her and the pretty nun once more felt her tunnel stretching around the wonderful cock. His eager fucking meant her orgasms came in an almost unbroken stream. It was all she could to hang on as the randy priest fucked her forcefully.
“Father,” she cried out. “You give the Gift so well.”
When he was ready, Filippo waited till the last second. On the very edge, he quickly pulled out from her sopping cunt and exploded into the air. His hot, sticky jets flew over the young nun and landed in thick strands along her back. Both thought it perfect.
After they’d eaten, Filippo had promised to take her sightseeing in the mountains and the nearby villages. The next day was Sunday and her assignment would begin officially then. Claire enjoyed the scenery. The mountains were ancient and rugged. Filippo explained how the peaks had kept the villages safe over the centuries. Only a few had churches and most of those seemed ruined. The modern age had seen to it that only the church in his village still had a congregation deserving of a full-time priest.
At lunch on the other side of the mountains, Filippo took the opportunity to explain Claire’s assignment.
“The village has been run by the same family for many generations. Its natural that one of the sons would be the local mayor. And his brother is the police chief – though the truth is he is the only police officer.”
Claire assumed it must be the brothers who were objecting to the renovations. But Filippo shook his head.
“The mayor is loyal to his brother and to his wife. Its the sister-in-law who calls the shots. Everyone knows that she is in charge, especially in the bedroom. So she gets to say what happens with the church.”
Filippo went on to explain that everyone in the district was aware of the wife’s sexual behaviour. Everyone talked of her as having perverted desires and unquenchable needs.
“Then she got found out trying to seduce one of the altar boys. Before my time. I hear it was a full scandal. The old priest then tried to banish her from the village church. Of course, with so many scandals these days, he really had no choice.”
“Surely she is interested in a handsome priest?” Claire asked with a sly grin.
“Paola is against me the same as the former priest. So we needed another way of changing her mind. And then the mayor told me that she has her mind set on seducing an innocent nun.” He paused as if in thought. “I don’t know how the mayor knows that. But Father John and Sister Teresa suggested that I ask for you.”
“Father, that is very kind,” Claire tried to protest. “But I am hardly innocent.”
“You are just perfect. Young and pretty. A wonderful lover who enjoys new experiences.”
Claire blushed at such praise. It was not normal to have one’s sexual abilities assessed in that way. But she could hardly object since she was being offered a chance for new, delicious sexual fun. And Claire knew that she was ready for whatever Paola demanded.
“All I can tell you is that Paola is reputed to have some unusual sexual preferences. She is a predator. And I suspect her tastes are very dark.”
Filippo assumed that Clara kept her husband only because he acceped her need for the most sinful behavior. Though it was not a shock to know that some men were submissive to their wives. But nothing had changed his mind that Sister Claire was the right choice.
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