Father Flanagan

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.

There was a dais with a nude, full-figured, blindfolded woman with her limbs spread apart and tied to the dais. Two young ladies danced around her, they were naked except for the laurel leaves in their long blonde hair and body glitter. They looked just like the nymphs of legend as they danced around the woman's nude form. Then they began to play over her body with their fingers and tongues. One suckled on one of the woman's large pink nipples as the other rubbed along the woman's thighs and teased her clit. The woman's mouth twisted in pleasure as the one began between her legs began to take sensuous licks at her damp folds. The woman's legs strained against the ropes to close around the head of the young lady licking at her pussy. She moaned as they continued to work their magic on her needy body.

Father Flanagan felt his cock stiffen up at the lewd spectacle as the nuns took to their tasks, hot, wet mouths taking in hard straining cocks. Grunts of pleasure rose as the nuns lustily slurped and sucked the cocks of the priests, mixing with sounds of pleasure from the ladies in the erotic show before their eyes.

Soon the lady at the woman's breast lowered herself over the woman's mouth, stifling her moans and forcing the woman to lap at her eager cunt. She whimpered and let out cries of pleasure as her pussy was eagerly licked and lapped at. The lady at the woman's pussy wiggled her cunt and ass to the crowed as she worked her slender fingers in the woman's pussy.

Bishop O'Malley said, "Now, let's show our appreciation to the three ladies on the dais."

The Fathers pulled away from the nuns servicing them and stepped closer to the dais. Father Flanagan could see the other priets take their cocks in hand and start to masturbate. He no longer felt any need to hide that thing that most priests do in secret and his hand startled to shuttle up and down his cock. All around the dais, cocks were heating up, balls getting set to let go.

Father Flangan saw one of the young ladies directly in front of him. She smiled and opened her mouth. The invitation was clear and Father Flanagan felt the cum streaking up his shaft. His cock let go, and his cum spurted, she caught two spurts in her mouth, and another cock to Father Flanagan's left joined in, frosting her face. That started the others going, and stiff cocks were squirting, until cum seemed to rain down on the 3 ladies.

Once they had stroked out, the bishop pressed the button for the drapes to lower, and as the Fathers stepped back, their nuns were there, sucking them back up to a stiff, ready hard on, hard cocks being treated to hot mouths taking a sliding ride on their poles, fingers toying with the balls, until they sucked a hot load out of the cocks.

*****

Two nights later, another live sex show was shown. In the center of the dais, two ladies decked out as pale gothic girls were clenching tightly at each other, lips locked in a lover's kiss as their hands played over each other's bodies. They had their hands feverishly working between their thighs as the Fathers watched with lust filled glee, thier cocks swelling in the mouths of the nuns on their knees, servicing their erections, sucking and slurping all over the eager cocks.

The two ladies went into a hot 69, slurping and feasting on each other's creamy slots. The Bishop made a motion, all of the Fathers withdrew their cocks from the mouths of their nuns and stepped around the dais. The Fathers took their cocks in hand and stroked, it didn't take long before the Fathers reached their peaks.

The two Sapphic lovers writhed and squirmed in that 69 as they felt spurts of hot spunk showering their bodies, continuing the passions as they were anointed with every drop.

Once again, as they stepped back, the hot, wet mouths of the nuns were eager and ready, and they were brought back up, their nuns taking a leisurely sliding ride on their staffs, until they were rewarded with creamy mouthfuls of fresh spunk.

******

Two nights later, at the next meeting, Bishop O'Malley led the priests back to the dais. Father Flanagan noticed that the nuns did not join them this time.

"Tonight, a little difference. We watch, and hold our passions for after what we watch."

He pressed the button to raise the dais curtain, and the amazing spectacle greeted their eyes. Their nuns were in a tangle on the thick carpeting, nude except for the bandit-style mask, and cries and groans of pleasure started to fill the air, as they were forming combinations of unbridled sexual pleasure. An orgy of pleasure, Sixty nines, chains of writhing bodies, he saw his nun on her back, another nun between her legs, lustily slurping at her hot, pink hole, while still another nun perched herself on his nun's face, and purred and cooed with pleasure as his nun eagerly serviced her wet, hot center, until shreiks and grunts filled the air.

Each priest had the hardest erection they had ever had, for the finale, the nuns formed a complete closed daisy chain, licking each other to climax, filling the air with the symphony of their unfettered sexual pleasure.

The action wound down, and the nuns stepped down from the dais, nude except for the bandit-style mask. His nun was before him; he could see the glitter of sexual lust, the inviting smile, and she took his hand.

Bishop O'Malley said, "Now, go with your nun, and give vent to the built-up passions."

*****

Along an upstairs hallway, doors stood open to a set of rooms, and his nun guided him into one of the rooms. A large bed stood ready, and she turned to face him with a lusty smile. She slipped his robe off and enjoyed the sight of his erection, ready for relief.

"For the church, bless me, Father."

She bowed her head, Father Flanagan made the sign of the cross above her bowed head, and said, "Bless you, my child."

She led him towards the bed, and they lay down together. He took a position above her, and she felt her hand take his erection and position it. He pushed slowly, and felt the virgin tightness parting, his nun breathing deep and letting out little gasps as he carefully took her virginity. He continued, realizing that he was no longer a virgin, until he was in.

He paused, looked into her face, brought his hand up, crossed it, and said, "Bless you, my child."

She smiled and said, "Take me, Father."

He was happy to do so, and he began to ride her body. The wonders of sexual intercourse, the feel of skin to skin contact, the movements, the sounds of joy and pleasure, the bliss on a lover's face, the exquisite milkg action, capped off by her cries of pleasure as she climaxed, mixed with grunts and growl as his cock unleased, and the supreme pleasure of shooting his load into a hot, willing body was amazing.

It didn't take long for their bodies to come together again, venting out the long train of sexual frustration. They crested to another climax, and Father Flanagan had a feeling that with this as a regular occurrence, his sexual needs would be channeled away from scandal.