Nuns and sex

Father Cameron sighed and tapped his foot on the grimy linoleum floor. He got up early every morning to say Mass for a bunch of ungrateful old Catholics, and he needed a break. Unfortunately, it was a Sunday, the busiest day of the week. Two Masses down, three to go. What he really needed was…

Sister Megan entered the sanctuary, her drab dress obscuring the shapely ass and perky tits that Father Cameron jerked off to every night. Beneath her habit, she winked at Father and smiled seductively. “Why don’t we try something new tonight?” she whispered into his ear, leaning up against him with his shoulder between her boobs.

She felt his rock solid dick against her thigh, and was about to reach underneath all the priest-garb and give him a massage when Father Lawrence, the boring priest who practiced celibacy walked in. They sprang apart and acted like good Catholics.

Although Sister Megan’s wet pussy demanded otherwise, she turned back to Father Cameron and walked out of the sanctuary, her patent-leather nunnish shoes clicking on the floor as Father Cameron deflated and had a dull conversation on Thomas of Aquinas with Father Lawrence.

In Sister Megan’s quarters, she heard a “moooooo” come from the closet and hoped the cow she had ranted was shitting on the floor so they could take it out and smear it on each other later. She couldn’t wait until all of the Masses were over.

Father Cameron grudgingly said Mass after Mass, looking like the epitome of chastity and celibacy.