STORY - Nuns of Fun (Patreon)

Two new additions to the city of Queen's Beach; a pair of nuns and the Church of the Sacred Relief. I wonder what they're up to?

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Despite its sexy reputation, Queen’s Beach had its share of religious citizens. There were people of many faiths, but The Sacred Relief Church was a popular little church. It was near the edge of town, so even people from the neighboring farmlands came to their sermons. The church’s doors were always open and they performed all manner of services for the needy, sharing God’s love whenever and however it was needed.

“I just have trouble making decisions lately. I’m not as confident as other guys.”

“Uh huh. I getcha.” Daisy sat next to the boy, looking down on him at he poured his heart out. She listened attentively, always glad to lend a hand or an ear when someone had a problem.

“I don’t know if I’ve lost sight of myself or my goals, but… I could use some guidance, Sister Daisy.”

Daisy hummed as she pondered her options, folding her brawny arms across her chest. While she was a sister of the cloth, she had grown up in the country. She was a mountain of a woman, covered in fat and muscle from head to toe. From her sturdy legs to her broad shoulders to her bust that pushed out the fabric of her robes, Daisy filled her traditional garb out nicely. Her habit covered most of her hair, but a pair of thick pigtails poked out past her tan, freckled cheeks. Her broad hands were wrapped in smooth white gloves as they rubbed her chin. Daisy was better at the passion part than the wisdom when it came to being a nun. She crossed her legs to think even harder, flashing a pair of high heels and fishnet stockings. The visiting college boy looked away and blushed, knowing it wasn’t proper to think about nuns like that.

“Well… how’s about The Bible? You done any readin’ ‘round there lately? Or there’s always prayin’, cuz God’s always listenin’. He ain’t always much of a talker, but-”

“Sister Daisy.” 

A serenely calm but firm voice came from behind her. The massive nun perked up and turned around as Sister Pearl approached the two of them. The matured woman was visibly curvy under her snug-fitting robes, if more traditionally motherly than Daisy’s bulky build. Her attire matched Daisy’s, covering most of her skin, but the shapely curve of her breasts and hips could still be made out. There was still something to see in her calm features, her eyes half-lidded and some dark curls reaching just past her chin. She wore half-moon glasses and some dark blue makeup lined her lips and eyelids.

“Oh! Heya, Sister Pearl! I was just helpin’ this fellah with his-”

“I heard,” Pearl interrupted. Her voice was lower and softer than Daisy’s but it carried an authority that made Daisy quiet down immediately. “And I’m afraid you forget your training.”

“I did? Ah shucks,” Daisy said despite beaming brightly. “What was it this time?”

“While prayer and reflection on the good book are wonderful guides, we are The Lord’s  messengers. We are here on His behalf to offer more direct services to His people. If I may, mister...”

“Oh! Uh, Jim,” their self-doubting guest answered quickly. Pearl gave him a small, brief smile as she shook his hand.

“Thank you, Jim. Now as I was saying, Daisy, we offer all manner of services here. I think this man is in need of a more direct approach. Some hands-on service to clear his head and lift his spirits in his time of need.”

Pearl gave him another short, steady smile as she rested a gloved hand on Jim’s thigh. 

“Isn’t that right, my boy?”

“Well… yea. That sounds great,” he agreed.

“You see?” Pearl asked, sparing Daisy a glance. “Now pay attention, sister. I’ll show you once again.”

The older woman quickly but carefully hooked her finger inside the elastic of Jim’s shorts, pulling it out and down to expose his erection. Jim tensed up and wondered what kind of punishment came with showing your dick to a nun, but Pearl just wrapped a firm and steady hand around his member.

“Everyone needs assurance,” Pearl kept explaining to Daisy. The bigger nun was watching closely, and while it felt strange for a moment, Jim noticed that neither of them seemed shocked by any of this. Pearl had always been a rather modern thinker, especially for a nun. When she set up shop in Queen’s Beach, she knew she’d have to add her own special twist on religion to reach the sweet but horny locals.

“Not everyone has a partner that they can turn to, and what better service could we do for those in need?” Pearl slowly slid her fingers around Jim’s shaft. It made him shiver as the smooth but textured fabric made his skin tingle. Pearl ran her thumb up the front of his shaft and raised her dark eyebrows at the young man.

“Thank you again, Jim. Would you mind if I allowed Daisy joined us so she could get some practice?”

“Not at all,” he blurted without thinking. The bigger nun beamed as she moved in to sit on his other side. She wrapped her broad hand around Pearl’s as she started to stroke in time with her, their combined efforts drawing Jim’s precum out along her gloves.

“I think you’ll find the head and front to be the most sensitive,” Pearl advised as she traced her fingers meaningfully along the points in question. Jim shuddered and oozed out a bit more precum, just to do it again when Daisy followed the same delicate path. “Very good, sister.”

“Thank ya, sister!” Daisy said proudly. She squeezed a little tighter, showing some surprisingly gentle strength in her firm grip. Her pumping became more vigorous until Jim could hear meaty slapping of his dick against the sisters’ hands. Pearl slid her hand down into Jim’s shorts, lightly cupping his balls.

“It’s alright, my child,” Pearl assured their guest. “Let the love flow through you.”

Jim did as she asked and tensed up suddenly, shooting a mess of his cum over the ladies’ hands and arms. Jim caught his breath while Pearl calmly raised her arm and licked a glob of thick, white fluid from her dark robes.

“There. Does that feel better, child?” Pearl asked dryly.

“That is much better,” Jim sighed as his cock spat another aftershock of cum onto Daisy’s hand. “Thank you, sisters.”

“Any time, Jimmy!” Daisy said cheerily. “Come on back anytime. We try and keep an open door and an open heart here at the Sacred Relief.” Daisy took a quick glance at Pearl for confirmation. The shorter of the two nodded in approval.

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With his head a lot clearer, Jim saw himself out as Pearl and Daisy changed their gloves.

“Does that make it any clearer?” Pearl asked as they stepped back into the main hall of the church.

“Oh, for sure! It’s all about givin’ a helpin’ hand to the good folks ‘round here.” Daisy gave a jerking gesture with one of her fists.

“In whatever form that may take, yes,” Pearl agreed with a small nod. The roomy but modest church’s walls helped echo a few knocks from the front door. The nuns looked up to see a shockingly bright-colored figure in the door.

The first impression she gave was that she was terribly lost. The girl looked like she belonged in a mall or a rap video between her bleach blonde hair, deeply tanned skin, and bright, bold makeup. Her low-waisted pants showed off her slim belly and wide hips, and her tube top around her big, jiggling tits was equally revealing. Big hoop earrings and glittery pink nails gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. She popped some gum between her lips, both of which were the exact same color.

“Hey, like, is God home? Is this a bad time?” she asked. Despite her ditzy valley girl tone, she did sound genuinely polite about it.

“God is everywhere,” Pearl reminded her patiently. “But this is His house. Sister Daisy, would you mind helping her? I have an appointment for a massage in the back in a few minutes.”

“Sure thing, Pearl! I’ll do ya proud!” Daisy boasted. She threw up a hearty salute that made her crucifix bounce around on her meaty chest. With another sagely nod, Pearl left Daisy alone with the newcomer.

“So! Welcome to the Sacred Relief. I’m Sister Daisy and it’s good to meetcha! What can I do ya for?”

“Hi, Daisy,” the bubbly girl said with a smile. “I’m Tammy. So like, I was walking by your church and I was like ‘Wow. I’ve made some pretty crazy life choices.’ So I’m not real sure I’m happy with myself? I was just wondering if there’s like, some forgiveness stuff I can really get into so God can help me out.”

“Well… the thing is God’s one of them ‘help those that help themselves’ types. He’ll getcha what you need when you need it, long as you’re a good sort. But I think I know just the thing! C’mon up here, Tammy!”

The blonde followed Daisy up to the front and center of the church, where a large and ornate wooden bowl of water rested on a table.

“There’s always baptisin’. Some holy water’ll wash away just about any sin if’n you got God in yer heart,” Daisy said quite proudly.

“Kay. Well I’m super serious about all this soooo… go ahead.”

Daisy slid off her gloves and dipped her fingers into the blessed waters, wiping a streak of it across Tammy’s forehead. “By the power o’ God invested in me, I forgive ya of all the bad stuff you done did. Amen!” she summed up simply.

Tammy blinked a few times as she stared up at the towering nun. “I don’t feel any different… is that normal?”

“Well it might take a while,” Daisy admitted, bracing a hand on her hip thoughtfully.

“I did do some pretty bad stuff,” Tammy admitted. “Like that time I slept with Candy’s boyfriend. And Carly’s boyfriend. And then Carly and Candy’s boyfriend at the same time…”

“Ah. Gotcha. Well when that doesn’t work, we always got the more heavy-duty stuff. That should do the trick.”

“Heavy duty?” Tammy asked. Daisy just cracked her knuckles and drew a curtain around them that had been shoved off to one side.

“Yup! Would ya mind takin’ off your clothes for this one? We’re goin’ full body on this one!”

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Tammy stood naked in front of Daisy. She was usually okay with being nude in front of people, but it felt different when a nun was checking out her distinct tanlines and intimate tattoos. She had a couple butterflies on her shoulder, a vaguely tribal tramp stamp above her bubble butt, and the names of several boys on her thigh, most of which had a big X over them from when they broke up.

“Alrighty! That water ain’t gonna get any holier!”

Daisy reached around from behind her, grabbing the tanned valley girl’s jugs. She gasped as Daisy rubbed the holy water along her skin, mixing the cool liquid with her warm hands in a way that made her skin tingly. She gave a soft moan from her painted lips as the nun’s strong fingers groped her tits and teased around her hardening nipples.

“Ohhh! I’m definitely feeling it now,” Tammy groaned as her eyelids fluttered.

“Yup! Told ya this one would do the trick. You can really feel the God in this batch.”

Daisy refreshed the water on her hands before her thick arms wrapped back around the blonde. It pulled her ass back against Daisy’s hips while she rubbed Tammy down from head to toe. Given the curves on the visitor, a lot of the sister’s time was spent rubbing around her hips and breasts. Tammy certainly didn’t seem to mind, based on the moans and the wriggling of her hips.

Daisy gave one last, firm squeeze around Tammy’s tits, making her arch her back and give a shrill gasp. She had been with a lot of guys, but the brawny country girl’s grip was stronger than any boy she’d encountered. The water kept running all the way down her skin and teasing past her naked, neatly shaved pussy until she was squirming in the sister’s grasp. Her groin started to pulse and drool eager precum as her body radiated a needy heat.

“Some folks get the shakes when the spirit really starts flowin’ through ‘em,” Daisy explained. “Mind liftin’ your leg a little there, darlin’?”

In her horny state, Tammy mindlessly raised her leg. Daisy hooked a hand under her thigh and with a hearty grunt, she lifted Tammy completely off the ground. The valley girl panted heavily as Daisy spread her legs out, exposing her pussy to anyone around them if the curtain wasn’t in place.

“There ya go! Helps me bless them hard to reach places,” Daisy grunted cheerily. She leaned over enough to refresh her dose of holy water and firmly rubbed it around inside the gawking blonde’s pussy. Tammy let out a passionate, high-pitched howl of pleasure as the country girl’s thick fingers pumped inside her.

“OMG! Yes! That’s such a sinny spot! Ohhhh you’re blessing me so harrrrd!” Tammy whined and moaned. Daisy just smiled proudly and went on with her full-body baptism, sliding a wet and gently thumb into Tammy’s asshole. Her eyes went wide as her hips bucked, thrusting at the air and leaning back against Daisy’s chest until her feet were up near her face. She gawked and drooled over her bouncy tits as Daisy gave a few more firm, final pushes into the depths of Tammy’s sinful holes.

With another wordless grunt, Tammy’s whole body shook. She squirted a thick, juicy orgasm past Daisy’s probing fingers, getting the nun to beam brightly.

“There now! Don’tcha feel like a whole mess o’ sin’s been lifted off your shoulders?” The brawny nun set Tammy back on her feet but she had to catch her by the arm when the blonde’s legs nearly gave out.

“Ohhh totally,” Tammy moaned, reeling from the biggest orgasm of her life. “I can totally feel like, so much love inside me right now.”

“Well this is a fresh start for ya!” Daisy said, planting a proud fist on her wide hip. “So how ‘bout you get on out there and take a new lookit yer life now that you let God into yer heart?”

Tammy formed a shaky but genuine smile. She really did feel relieved, whether it was the afterglow, a placebo, real divinity at work or any combination of the three.

“Thanks! I totally will! Thanks soooo much, Miss Daisy!”

“Aw, heck. It weren’t nothin’,” Daisy said, even if she blushed around her freckles. “Just don’t forget to pick up your thong before ya go with God, y’hear?”

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Daisy had finished cleaning up the baptismal mess before starting to tidy up around the church. The church didn’t have much for actual staff, so she was glad to help with whatever chores had to get done. She was sweeping off the front steps when a pale guy with dark hair and a medium build approached.

“Hey,” he said with a quick wave. “Is that sign out front serious?”

Daisy stared back at him blankly. “Err… probably? Which sign is that?”

“The one offering free exorcisms.”

“Oh yea!” Daisy said brightly. “That’s a real specialty of ours!”

“Great,” the guy said with a casual nod. “Because I’ve totally got that.”

“Really? Y’all got a demon in ya?”

“Yup. I got one of those,” he agreed with a bit too much enthusiasm. His flimsy bluff was all it took for Daisy’s face to light up. He was an atheist at heart, but when the word started getting around that the Sacred Relief was giving out free quickies to anyone who came to visit, he was glad to make up an excuse.

“Well you came to the right place, fellah! Come on in! We got a room in the back we can use to get that nasty ol’ demon outta ya.”

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“Alright, now don’t you worry. I might not remember every part of the exorcism by heart, but Sister Pearl showed me all the basics. Plus, I saw that scary movie when I were a kid, so I think I can handle this just fine.”

Ian started to worry as Daisy secured the final strap. He had been stripped to nothing but his boxers, and leather strips were bound around his wrists and ankles. He was tied to the bed in the isolated back room with barely enough room for the two of them and the bed.

“Great,” Ian said with a cautious nod. “So how’s this work exactly?”

“Well Sister Pearl said a demon dwells in a soul that’s empty of love, so it’s a mix of a lotta love and tryin’ to suck that demon out.” That started to put his mind at ease.

Daisy lifted her skirt, kicking off her heels and climbing into the bed. She straddled Ian’s hips, putting her dense weight down on his pelvis. She sat upright as her strong thighs squeezed around his, pushing his cock up beneath the skirts of her robes. He felt his growing erection nuzzle between her chubby legs and the ridges of her fishnet stockings.

“How’s that feel for lovin’?” Daisy asked, grinding her hips on his with a smile.

“Oof.” Ian grunted for a number of reasons as the husky nun bounced on his lap, tits bobbing along with her. “That’s good… still totally possessed though.”

“Well we better get on pullin’ him out then!”

Daisy leaned far over, cupping his face and pulling him into a deep kiss. Her tongue pushed in past his, stroking around inside his mouth. Ian gave a muffled moan as he humped against the still-dressed nun, his arms tugging against his bonds. Daisy gave a pleased little squeak as she raised her head, popping her mouth off his.

“I think we’re makin’ progress. Now we gotta give the demon somethin’ it wants and bait it out of ya.” Daisy explained as her hips pushed down on his. He felt the warm flesh of her crotch rubbing against his as she shifted her weight around. She stripped her robe and habit off over her head, revealing that she was wearing nothing beyond her fishnets beneath them. Her crucifix necklace remained around her neck, the cross resting above her lightly freckled breasts.

“Now come and git outta there, ya devil,” Daisy challenged quite cheerily. She leaned in again, this time hugging Ian in between her breasts. The huge, heavy orbs smushed around and against his face, smothering him in the warm flesh. He was blinded by the wall of tan flesh that was Daisy’s chest and the bouncing necklace riding on her cleavage. He could still feel his cock nestling between her pussy lips. A little squirming let him rub his dick inside her, soon nestled inside the big woman’s warm hole.

“There you go. For some reason, a lotta demons try and hide out in the dick,” Daisy noted as she pressed her hips more firmly on him. Ian was easily pinned to the bed between her bulk and the bondage, and he could hear it creaking as she started to bob up and down more rapidly. Daisy planted her feet on the mattress to boost herself up and down more rapidly, almost squatting on top of his pulsing cock as she rode him.

“Oof… oh fuck… Daisy…” Ian started to moan as he felt his orgasm building.

“That’s it! Almost got ‘em!” Daisy suddenly climbed off him, leaving Ian’s erection wet and leaking. Ian groaned as he wondered if she had finally caught onto his farce, but Daisy just turned around on all fours. Her wide ass hovered over his face, her wet and slightly parted pussy emitting its musky smell up his nose.

“Now we just gotta suck that demon out while we don’t leave ‘em no other way out!”

With a dull thump, Daisy sat down on her visitor’s face. He was all but muted by her meaty ass cheeks and her slick pussy grinding against his mouth. He could barely breathe, making him as nearly sealed off as she’d warned. He could only pant against her pussy as the smell of a chubby Californian woman who dressed in nun’s robes all day filled his lungs.

Just as she’d claimed, Daisy shoved her face into his lap. She fit his cock in her mouth with one gulp, stroking at the base while she slobbered over the rest of it. Her thick tongue swept up his precum while lapping around the sides, spiraling slowly as the dense muscle massaged his shaft. Her hefty hips turned slowly to rub around his face, jiggling against him as her plump tits rested on his stomach. The steady gyrating and wobbling of her entire body trying to pleasure him was irresistible, and her mouth only tightened its grip around his dick as she swallowed a mix of drool and precum. She massaged her hand along his thighs, rubbing her leaking spittle along his skin as his balls tightened against her hand.

“Oh god! I’m cumming!” Ian blurted, his words muffled to nothing more than vibrations against Daisy’s pussy. With one last surge of pleasure, he spewed a fresh, warm load of cum that stuck to her tongue and the inside of her cheeks.  Ian shivered and grabbed at her meaty ass cheeks that were just within his limited reach. His body shivered beneath her as he let out a long, low sigh against her pussy. Daisy’s ass finally lifted off his face as she raised her head, slurping loudly as she sucked up the last of his cum.

“Oh god… holy crap… that was amazing,” Ian mumbled. Daisy let out a muffled but delighted noise as she smiled back at him. Ian gave her a puzzled look.

The nun stood back up and went to a cabinet. She took out a small silver container, opened it, and spit the cummy contents of her mouth inside before snapping it shut again.

“There. We can bless that later to make sure the demon’s all gone. But it worked! You were praisin’ god’s name and everythin’ back there!”

Ian opened his mouth to argue, but the chunky, beaming nun seemed so pleased with herself. He was an atheist, but he wasn’t that big of a dick. He was ready to lie about being possessed, but he didn’t need to rub it in the helpful dope’s face.

“Yea, it must have worked,” he said half-heartedly. Daisy either didn’t notice or accredited it to his exhausting orgasm/exorcism as she set aside his cum-filled box.

“So now that you’re rid of them evil spirits, will we be seein’ ya at service this Sunday?”

Ian took a wary breath. He wasn’t doing anything on the weekend, and he did wake up early anyway… he was also still strapped to the bed, which swayed his opinion pretty hard.

“I might pay you a visit,” he conceded. That got a bit smile out of the jolly, naked nun.

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“Morning, Sister Daisy!” 

That Sunday, couple of smartly-dressed college students entered the church, waving to the brawny woman. She smiled and waved right back.

“We just get more and more crowded every Sunday,” Pearl noted as she stood beside Daisy. “You must be working very hard to get so many converts.”

“Aw shucks. I’m just doin’ ma best, Sister Pearl.” Daisy did her best to seem humble, but she beamed as she itched the back of her habit.

“Well your best is improving greatly.” Pearl flashed one of her brief and preciously rare smiles at Daisy. “You did very well.”

Daisy didn’t have much to do for today’s service, but she kept smiling ear to ear all Sunday long. It always felt good doing the Lord’s work, but getting praise from Sister Pearl felt real good too.