The Pastor and the Slutty Nuns
Kristen ponders her next story as she rides her bike home from school. Writing naughty stories has consumed her life. It's all she thinks about. She constantly masturbates, picturing the perfect story to pen into her corrupted diary never realizing how she warps the world around her.
She's hardly in the world any longer.
She can't remember the last time she spoke to anyone. She eats leftovers out of the fridge at odd hours. She doesn't speak to her mom, her brother, her sisters, her father, or the two Japanese exchange students who, for some reason, were always naked in her house.
She doesn't notice the lewd Mrs. Waters and her short skirts, or the delights being cooked up in the home-EC class. She doesn't notice the cheerleaders' new outfits as they prance about the school enticing every student and teacher to fuck them. Nor does she pay much attention to her pregnant best friend as she leads about naked girls with "SLUTS" written across their breasts.
The world has changed, and Kristen can only think of the next story.
Nothing else matters to her. Her obsession consumes her.
Today, she rides by the Sisters of Mary, a convent of nuns who run a medical outfit. She spots one of them in her stuffy habit. Black, baggy robes that hide their bodies and tight wimples wrapped around their heads to hide their hair.
An idea burst into her mind. Her pussy clenched at the naughtiness.
What if the baggy robes were a front? What if they didn't heal the body but... the soul?
And what if a certain preacher who started fucking his porn-star daughter needs to clear his conscience for his sin. The idea burned in her mind as she pedaled faster to get home. She abandoned her bike outside, darts through the living room (hardly noticing her father fucking one of the Japanese exchange students while the other devours her mother's pussy), and races upstairs. She darts around her little sister who is sporting her own baby bump these days, and darts into her bedroom.
She has a story to pen.
* * *
Mother Superior Mary Martyr
My nuns gathered in the chapel for our afternoon prayers. I smiled at them. Sister Ruth Tobit, Sister Hannah Esther, Sister Rachel Leah, and Sister Rebecca Sarah. They all wore their habits. All were trained doctors or nurses.
They bowed their heads, all with their white wimples and black veils on. They wore their black habits, baggy to hide the shapes of their bodies so that none of us might spark any lust in a man and lead him into sin. I fingered the prayer beads hanging from the simple belt around my waist.
"Lord, help us to tend to the sick and to be instruments of—"
* * *
The sisters always start with a salacious prayer.
In the center of the chapel, they are clad only in their salacious habits. The true ones, not the ones they don to fake the other members of the Catholic Church. They still wear the white wimple and black veil in a mockery of modesty for the rest of their outfits are quite lewd.
Besides that, they wear only loin cloths held on by gold chains and thigh-high stockings with heels. Their breasts are bared, all their nipples pierced with gold rings and connected by their prayer beads. Their pussies are shaved and dripping with their excitement to glorify the Lord with their wanton passions.
They are the Secret Whores of Mary Magdalene, following in her time-honored tradition.
* * *
Mother Superior Mary Martyr
I tugged on my prayer beads, stretching out my nipple piercings. Pleasure shot down to my pussy. My loincloth swayed between my legs, my cunt dripping beneath. The kneeling nuns grabbed their prayer beads and did the same, all mewling with their whorish passion.
"Lord, let us be instruments of sexual passion," I prayed, staring with lust at my fellow nuns. "Let us share our bodies with the men and women of our town so they might be healed. Let our pussies and mouths and assholes soothe the lost and the fallen and the guilty, O Lord."
"Amen," my nuns breathed, tugging hard on their prayer beads.
We rose and headed out to do our business. I hoped I would have hung men and busty women to pleasure for the lord. Just like Mary Magdalene used her body. She was blessed by our Lord and Savior. So would we. I didn't care if every other Christian, if the Pope himself, claimed that to be blasphemy, I would follow it.
I would be a Holy Whore.
* * *
Pastor Lance Green
My daughter smiled down at me as she straddled me, her round boobs jiggling. She had silver barbells threaded through her nipples. She had gotten them pierced to look more exciting in the pornos she made with the Millers. Her blue eyes sparkled as her shaved cunt rubbed on my dick.
My pregnant wife and son were still on their mother/son Christian cruise. It felt like they had been gone months—time felt so... malleable these days. My wife and son were oblivious to the fact that I was enjoying Annie. That I had violated my marriage vows and crossed the line into incest. Like Lot, I was helpless to resist the charms of my daughter.
Her barely legal cunt plunged down my dick. I groaned as I savored that hot pussy around me. My back arched. My eyes squeezed closed as I savored her pussy about my cock. It was so good to have her working up and down me. She felt so amazing.
She squeezed her cunt around my dick. She massaged me with her incestuous snatch. She squealed out in delight as she worked her cunt up and down my dick. Her black hair flew around her face as she smiled down at me.
"Daddy! Daddy!" she moaned. "Oh, that's so good. That's just amazing!"
"Uh-huh," I groaned as she plunged her twat down my dick again. She squeezed her pussy about me. "Damn, that's good."
"So good, Daddy!" she moaned, her eyes sparkling.
She rode me good and hard. She fucked me with such passion. I loved her massaging my dick. It felt so good to have her doing that. Just so amazing to have her cunt working up and down my dick. She massaged me with that heat.
Her twat wiggled back and forth. She stirred herself around me, driving me wild. I loved every second of that silky heat working up and down my cock. I would dump my load into my daughter's cunt. The porn star knew how to make my dick ache. She was good at that.
"Oh, Daddy, I love your cock the most!" she purred. "Ooh, ooh, that's so good. I want to have lots of your cum in me! I'm doing a lezzie scene today. Won't it be hot when my costar has to lick your cum out of my pussy?"
"Yes!" I groaned as she plunged down me. "Annie! My sweet Annie!"
