Sister Edith had no idea about the punishment administered to Sister Rosa. Nor did she really understand about the inner circle and how it operated.
That was not important. Sister Edith was a horny woman. All the time. She'd long since realised it had been a mistake to take her vows. Edith knew that her struggle with unclean thoughts was more ferocious than most nuns. But she loved her job. The Order of the Mount had given her considerable responsibility working in one of its youth out-reach programs. Edith spent all day working with and inspiring young people to do good works for the poor and under-privileged. And she spent most nights watching porn and masturbating. She already had an illicit vibrator to substitute for a real cock.
Also, she spent hours each week with a sexy man who she adored and lusted after. Father Brendan was a handsome Irish man with a seductive accent. His blue eyes frequently flashed with passion. But Edith had also been drawn to his strength -- both his dedication to his work and the swimmer's body he kept under his religious clothing. Many an evening was taken up with thoughts of the delicious Father Brendan as she slammed a seven-inch dildo into her gushing cunt.
If anything, her problems had gotten worse after an accidental confession from one of her sister nuns. Wine had been involved. Her friend had blurted out something about sex -- to which Edith had retorted that her friend had no idea what she was talking about.
Next morning, as they nursed hangovers, Edith had been curious enough to press her friend for more details. That was when the confession had happened -- her friend confiding a deadly serious secret that she had a burning need to reveal to a friend. But a secret that must never go further for fear that her friend would suffer severe consequences. Edith had understood as soon as her friend began to reveal the truth about a small circle of nuns who had sex, with men and women, to gain special favours for the Order. Her friend had been "ordered" to have sex with a priest who was needed as an ally.
Sister Edith had no inkling that other nuns, such as her close colleague Sister Claire, were also engaged in carnal relations that somehow were not forbidden to this group of nuns. She had assumed she'd never have the chance for so much as a passionate kiss from Father Brendan.
*****************
Outside of the priesthood, Father Brendan would have been described as a "lady killer". He was in his mid-thirties with a handsome face and an Irish accent that made mortal women swoon. There was no doubt that he enjoyed their attention, even members of his congregation. Mostly that was explained away by his easy charm -- as if it was hardly his fault that women found excuses to spend time with the lovely priest.
It was true, too, that he had sowed his oats as a young man. So he understood some of what made women tick. As a busy priest, he was expected to deny himself the company - and more - of eager women. Though he could not ignore that he had taken advantage of some opportunities even as a man of the cloth. The most recent had been a somewhat desperate widow in her late forties with big tits who'd proven, in her own bed, to be more of a starfish than a passionate lover.
Sister Edith liked to flash her sexy blue eyes at him and catch him with an enticing smile. But he knew there was a lot of risk in succumbing to the temptations of a nun. Not least that Edith herself might not realise how eager he was to sample her wares. He tried to tell himself that she was not his "type". Her small breasts would surely be a disappointment. Her short legs probably closed over a hairy, sweaty snatch. And surely, above all, it was a folly to imagine that there was any chance to bed a nun.
For Father Brendan had no idea of just how lustful some nuns could be. The inner circle of the Order of the Mount was hidden from him. He had heard a story of a priest, an old friend, who had fucked more than one nun. He told himself many times that Sister Edith was a standard temptation. He would bide his time until a safer option presented itself. Such was the life of a hot-blooded priest.
He didn't change his mind even after a long drive with Sister Edith beside him as they returned from an afternoon meeting. She was as chatty as usual.
"You have an admirer amongst those young women," ventured Edith with a sly grin.
"Not at all, Sister. Our female flock are grateful for everything that our project provides them."
"Oh no, Father. I was watching. Young Susan is more than grateful. She most definitely has improper thoughts about her lovely Irish priest."
Edith half-hoped -- and half-feared -- that Father Brendan might realise that she, too, wanted nothing more than to experience intimacy with him. Being a virgin hardly made her celibacy any more bearable. But the priest tried to laugh-off her observations.
****************************
Mrs Jane Edmonds was an observant woman. She had seen a string of knew that he was tempted. Being a successful flirt herself, Mrs Edmonds understood that the good priest was not all he pretended -- it only required the right woman to seduce him into bed.
Jane was a tallish woman with long brown hair and an attractive figure. Regarded by some as a "soccer mom", she worked to stay in shape. In her early thirties, she had a little more spread than she liked. Her C-cup breasts were a little fuller these days. Though they still sat firm and proud. And she enjoyed the way her long legs drew admiring glances from men. Happily married, Jane guessed that she enjoyed a better sex life than did many of her friends.
The truth about Jane Edmonds was that she enjoyed cheating on her husband. One time, before they were married, had been a short fling with his friend who'd been besotted - and devastated not to have won her for himself. Soon after the wedding she had zeroed-in on a gorgeous black man who she often bumped into at the gym. The fact that they mostly had sex in his car only added to the excitement.
Mrs Edmonds did her best to carefully protect her secret sex life. No more than when she'd allowed her husband's boss to fuck her on several occasion when he was interstate with business. She'd lost touch with that man after hubby had changed jobs. Her husband would never learn her secrets and Jane was determined to go on having fun.
Father Brendan was an obvious choice. Taboo and, for that same reason, a real prize. She never minded that the priest pretended to be oblivious, to be disinterested. The glint in his eyes told her different.
Despite her sinful ways, Mrs Edmonds was an eager volunteer at the church and had many opportunities to work her magic. Always discreet, she began to share her special smile with him. She was clever enough to get him alone on more than one occasion. There was a small office to the side of the church. It had been easy to lean forward and show-off her deep cleavage. And thrilling to see his lingering looks. Father Brendan could not have had any doubts from the way she touched him -- a soft hand on his arm or his shoulder, held there for a little too long.
The other bitches would never know her secret. But Jane Edmonds was a hunter. She had never fucked a priest and this one was a wonderful specimen. It was a matter of time.
****************************
Part of the strange workings of the universe was that Mrs Edmonds should try her luck on the same day that Sister Edith had made mention of the young woman in the meeting. The married woman had no idea that Father Brendan was extra horny with thoughts of the pretty nun and his young admirer. On her way home from work, she'd promised the Father to complete a small job in the office.
By then she was braless. And flashing her sexiest smile as they met in the carpark. Jane made sure to help the priest carry a bundle of papers inside. With a deft kick, she closed the door behind them.
"Oh no, Mrs Edmonds," he tried to protest. "Its policy to leave the door open. You understand."
"Oh, Father. I do understand. And you know that's exactly why I want the door closed."
Father Brendan had not been expecting this. Not after a long day and with his head muddled from thoughts of illicit fornication with members of the flock.
"But Mrs Edmonds," he tried to protest a little more. "I would not want any trouble for you. Though as a man, of course, I am very flattered."
By this point, Jane was undoing the first few buttons of her blouse. She already knew that the priest was on the verge of succumbing. Her small, pale nipples were at their hardest as they rose and fell on her now heaving chest. She could feel the insistent throbbing in her snatch.
"Father, you are a wonderful priest. But you are no saint. I know you understand when I say I have a hole that needs filling."
"And your marriage?" he asked in one final attempt.
But Jane Edmonds was now standing beside him. Her cleavage was full displayed. Only two buttons withheld her fulsome tits from his view. And her hand was firmly on his crotch, groping the now growing bulge in his trousers.
"Its one more sin, Father," she purred. "The real sin is if a man like you can't have any woman that he wants."
Father Brendan surrendered at that moment. Mostly that was because Mrs Edmonds had sunk to her knees and was busily undoing his trousers. It was obvious that she'd done this for many men and he was no less aroused by that. This was the kind of woman who could devour a man. And his cock told the story -- fully hardened by the time Mrs Edmonds had revealed his six and a half inches.
This was a triumph for Jane Edmonds -- she'd been right in picking the priest as a horny bastard who would not resist a blatant chance to fuck a hungry woman. With a gentle push, she made him sit in his office chair while she undid the rest of her buttons. The sight only made his cock swell further. Her C-cup breasts were fine and juicy -- every bit as good as he'd imagined. With just enough sag to hint at her age and sexual experience. She was quite a woman. Mrs Edmonds proved that by cupping her healthy tits around his hard shaft, squeezing and stroking his manhood
"We will share our sins, Father," as she began to wank his cock with her tits.
"That's a lovely sin, Mrs Edmonds," he groaned
"I told you, a man like you should have any woman he wants." She was looking up at him with a smile, enjoying the glazed look on his face. "And now I will have a taste of heaven."
Swiftly, she closed her wet lips around his throbbing cock. His gasp of delight was proof of how much he needed the attention of a woman. And Jane Edmonds went to work on him, bobbing her head slowly as she worked as most of his six-plus inches in and out of her soft, warm mouth. She was not surprised that a priest should have a cock like any man -- but this one was especially nice with its straight shaft and bugling purple veins. His ridges and bumps were delightful as they rubbed over her tongue. Jane took a special thrill in what was to be the first of many blowjobs for Father Brendan.
