Father Flanagan was troubled. He was doing his best to be a good priest to the flock, but the baser desires were trying to break him down. He tried his best to divert the base needs into good works, but that was much easier said than done. His body was a mass of needy wants and desires, and he felt like he was fighting a losing battle. If he could not get control of his sexual needs, he'd have to leave the church.
After mass, he decided to let Bishop O'Malley know what was going on. The bishop listened, nodding and smiling slightly. He had heard this before; he oversaw a dozen priests in the region, and all of them had felt the strong desire to indulge in forbidden sex.
Bishop O'Malley said, "I'm glad you confided in me, Father Flanagan. I have a solution. The church has okayed it to stop the sexual scandals from destroying us. Meet me at this address, tomorrow at 8 PM."
At the appointed time, Father Flanagan was there; he saw the other 11 priests of the district, and they all nodded and smiled. The address was a large brick mansion that had been built a hundred years ago. The owner had bequeathed it to the church before he died, and that is where Bishop O'Malley's solution was.
The Bishop unlocked the big double doors and led the way. The went down a flight of stairs, and into a large underground room that had a thick shag carpet, and they formed a semi-circle. Father Flanagan was wondering what this solution was all about when another door opened, and in came a group of women dressed as nuns, in the traditional nun's habit, wearing bandit-style masks over their faces.
The bishop whispered to Father Flanagan, "These ladies are real nuns, who have joined the cause to keep our religion from scandal."
The Father was feeling hot and feverish as a nun stood before him, so close, god, he could see the warm, inviting smile. Was it going to be what his mind was racing with? That question was answered when all the nuns shimmied out of the habits, and he felt his cock race up. God, so naked, just that mask, and he watched, breathless as the nuns took to their knees, and he felt soft warm hands reaching, and caressing his stiff stalk, drawing it forward, and his gasp of pleasure sounded as she slipped her lips around his cock, and slowly slid down, until his entire 7 inches was in the warme wetness of her mouth.
All around the semi-circle, grunts and moans of pleasure sounded as the nuns took in the hard, stiff members, sucking and slurping lustily, gentle fingers playing with the hanging balls, and it took very little time, as one by one, loud grunts filled the room. Father Flanagan felt his balls pull up tight,
the hot wet mouth servicing his cock sucked and slurped, and with a loud grunt, his cock let loose, god, thick spews of spunk jetted from his cock into the warm, wet, welcoming mouth.
The nuns did not pull back, their mouths became alive again, and cocks stayed hard and stiff, and they serviced the priests again. Being pent up from supressing their natural sexual desires kept them going and hot mouths swirlingly rode stiff cocks, soft hands carssing balls, coaxing the spunk, and a second explosion of spunk was sucked out, Father Flanagan felt faint as his balls heaved out another sperm filled load for his nun's eager mouth.
*****
Three days later, the bishop had another special event planned.
"Today, we have a special event planned. Follow me."
This time, he led the Fathers upstairs and into a large room. He motioned them to gather around a square that had drapes hung around it. The nuns came in again, and they were quickly naked, just the bandit-style masks still in place. They smiled as they stripped all of them, and as they knelt before us, ready to suck, Bishop O'Mlley smiled, he pushed a button on the wall, and the drapes lifted.