STORY - Daisy's Sacred Relief: Thots & Prayers (Patreon)

Here's a big story, featuring Sister Daisy in her second fic! We follow this huge lady as she travels around the farms beyond Queen's Beach, helping out where she can.

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The outskirts of Queen’s Beach went beyond the main city itself. Apartment buildings gradually turned to houses which turned into farms the further out you went. It was impressive how different two parts of the same city could be, but Daisy felt right at home at both of them.

She wasn’t a picky girl to begin with, but she had grown up a few towns over in the same part of the countryside. After all, she certainly hadn’t gotten her absolute unit of a body just by becoming a nun.

Daisy had been specially selected for this job. The countryside’s old church house was abandoned ages ago after a nasty storm and there was finally talk of bringing it back into service. The brawny, handy country nun seemed like the perfect candidate to help with rebuilding it while warming up the locals for a fresh dose of God’s love.

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Sister Daisy tossed an armload of old boards into a bin before proudly dusting off her work gloves. She had kept her humble habit on her head, but she was a practical gal when it came down to it. She had dressed down to some overalls and a short-sleeved flannel shirt that hugged her husky frame while she was dealing with the wood and dust of the old church. Her tight pair of braids were still useful for keeping her thick head of hair in check.

“Dang,” a voice noted from nearby. The broad woman looked to the source and saw a tall, clean-shaved young man with long dark hair and work clothes much like her own.

“I wouldn’t think one nun could do all that. You’re like a one-woman wreckin’ crew.”

“Well holy folks’ve been into carpentry for a long time,” Daisy joked. “But I got some fellahs that come down and pitch in. I’m just doin’ what I can for now. Don’t y’all worry ‘bout me.”

Ted nodded as he heard her accent and had no doubt she was from around here. He had just been curious about the rumors about the big nun doing a lot of heavy lifting around the abandoned church and had to see for himself.

“Somethin’ wrong, darlin’?” Daisy pried as she tugged off her gloves.

“What? No, nothin’ particular…”

“Cuz ya seem a little distracted. Somethin’ on your mind?”

Ted’s eyes roamed over the holy woman and her meaty chest and hips, trying not to make it too obvious.

“Nah, really. I’m good. I just had a busy mornin’ doin chores is all…”

Daisy stepped closer to him, putting her broad chest right in front of him as it started bouncing to a stop.

“Well no point in pentin’ it up. Ya don’t want to leave any temptations floatin’ around up there,” the happy nun said as she tapped a finger on his forehead.

“Yea, sister. I know it.

Daisy nodded understandingly as she set a hand on her hip.

“That’s why I figure the best fix is removin’ the urge altogether! So tell me, child; any urges I could help you with fixin’?”

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“Oh that feels so good,” Ted moaned. The nun was standing in front of him behind the church, her big body pinning him to the wall. She smiled warmly at the farmhand as her strong, warm hand reached down his overalls and stroked his erection.

“Told ya. You gotta take care’a these things or they’re gonna build up and drive ya to some real sinnin’.”

“And this’ okay? With a nun…?” Ted muttered warily. Not that he could bring himself to stop it anyway at this point.

“I sure don’t remember learnin’ anythin’ about not helpin’ people,” Daisy said brightly. She palmed the back of his head and pulled it up towards hers, locking her lips with him as he moaned deeply. His erection pulsed in her hand as she rubbed her thumb firmly along the underside.

Daisy pulled her mouth back from his and smiled as she licked some of the moaning boy’s drool from her lips. The big country girl squatted down, tugging down his overalls and sliding the erection out the hole of his boxers. She started to stroke him off more smoothly as she licked around the head of his shaft, cleaning up a speck of precum.

Ted sighed deeply as he rested his hands on her head. He quickly pulled them back and fixed the nun’s habit, the only remaining sign that she was a woman of God. Daisy jsut smiled up at Ted, her broad ass sticking out behind her to form a steady base for her squat.

“Sorry about that,” he excused quickly.

“No trouble at all, pardner. It’s just a hat. It’s nice and all, but Sister Pearl says it ain’t whatcha wear that makes ya a nun. It’s yer faith and the good deeds you do for folks. Speakin’ of, you doin’ alright up there? How you comin’ along?”

Even with all her hard work in repairing, cleaning and painting the church, Daisy found the time to help locals however she could. It was a burden the big nun was glad to bear on her shoulders. Or hand, as it turned out.

Daisy went on stroking off the big farm boy with all her solid grip and delicate expertise until he was thrusting against her fingers. 

“Oh dang! I’m gonna-“ Ted grunted.

“Well pop it right in here, son. Waste not and all that,” Daisy chimed. “So lemme have that big ol’ load of yours.”

She opened her mouth and rolled out her tongue invitingly. Her happy, expectant gaze was just what Ted needed to finish. He braced his hands against her shoulders and shot his load into and around her mouth and face. Daisy licked up what she could as the rest dribbled onto her broad chest and partly unbuttoned shirt.

“Sorry again, Sister Daisy,” Ted sighed as he eased his hands off his shoulder.

“Ah no need to apologize, Teddy boy!” Daisy assured him. She planted a loud, firm kiss on the head of his shaft, sending a fresh tingle through his cock and up his spine.

“Happens all the time. I’m just glad I don’t gotta clean the love stains off my robes. Now you promise you’ll come on back anytime y'all need to take a load off, y’here?”

“Yes, Sister Daisy,” Ted sighed contently. “I promise.”

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Daisy had finished what she could for the time being. She needed to restock on a few things and had planned to walk back into town, but Ted insisted on giving her a ride after her generosity. The jolly nun was happy to accept. 

“If I had needed a ride from ya, I mighta skipped right past the hand stuff,” Daisy joked as she climbed into his truck.

They drove back down the dirt road towards the main town, a simple gathering of small shops and a couple restaurants. They were only halfway back when they saw a car at the side of the road. A short, thick-bearded man looking somewhere in his thirties was out in front of his car with some smoke coming out from the hood. Daisy frowned at the sight and pointed it out to Ted.

“Hey, wouldja mind if ya dropped me off here? I need ta lend this fellah a hand.”

“Sure thing,” Ted shrugged as he pulled over. “You know ‘em?”

“Naw, but that never stopped me before. Bless yer heart, Teddy!”

Once it seemed she was confident enough in the moment, Ted drove off as Daisy waved at the man.

“Howdy! Got some car troubles there?” Daisy asked.

“Yea, I suppose,” the man admitted as he opened up the hood. “Ain’t been much good with these sorta things.”

“Well you’re in luck, mister,” Daisy said as she pulled her work gloves back out. “I know my way around a carburetor. Lemme have myself a look-see and see what I can do for ya.”

Daisy did some digging around while she made smalltalk with the stranger. She found out he was Dale, the guy who owned the supply store in town and that he lived up the road. Daisy chatted with him before poking her head back out of the car.

“Well it looks like you blew out a piston. Not a lot you can do for that without the extra parts, so you’ll probably need a real mechanic for all that.”

“Well shoot. You’re a real handy lady, y’know that?”

“That’s what they tell me,” Daisy said with a broad smile. “But thank ya. You said you were just up the road, right?”

“Yea, it ain’t that far.”

Daisy nodded and rolled up her sleeves. 

“Great! Then how about you steer while I get to pushin’?”

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With a gal like Daisy behind it, the two of them had the car back in Dale’s driveway in no time. The nun was tugging at her collar to cool off and had already undone a couple buttons, but she seemed quite proud of her work.

“Thank ya, sister,” Dale praised as he shook her hand. “You need ta wash up after all that?”

“I could sure go for a shower,” Daisy conceded, eying up the similarly sweaty man. “But it looks like you could do with the same. How’d you like to join me in a bit’a cleansin’ of body and spirit?”

Dale blushed as he had a few unclean thoughts, but he wasn’t about to turn down such a forward offer.

“It’d be a bit of a tight fit… but if that’s alright with you,” the shopkeeper stammered.

“Of course! Wouldn’t do to keep ya from your own bathroom, and I’m used to tight fittin’ stuff. I could really go for a bit o’ southern hospitality.”

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Daisy quickly stripped out of her clothes and climbed into the shower, waiting for Dale to join her before she turned on the water. He hadn’t been exaggerating to say it was a little cramped, not that either of them really minded. Dale’s face was mashed up against her wet and freckled cleavage, much like how his erection rubbed between her thighs.

“Hope it ain’t too uncomfortable for ya,” Dale offered politely as he scrubbed down his hairy chest.

“Oh naw. I’m plenty comfy! Only thing that’d help…”

Daisy shifted her footing until her pussy was just above Dale’s hardon, sliding him neatly inside her.

“Ahh, there,” she sighed happily. “Little more room that way. It’s just a lil chilly with my buns up against the wall. Hope you don’t mind”

“Not at all,” Dale muttered. Daisy acted like it was no trouble at all as she carried on lathering up them both. Her wet curls draped over her broad shoulders and Dale felt every wiggle of her body as her breasts and hips pushed against him. That left her pussy rubbing and tugging at his cock, the warmth of the shower feeling like nothing compared to the big nun’s womanhood.

Dale couldn’t sit still while he cleaned himself, so he simply had to start moving. So long as he was at it, he started pumping his cock inside her. The sturdy beauty gave a happy little hum now and then, but she simply seemed to take whatever he was giving. His hands rubbed over her big soapy tits, lifting and squeezing them before letting them drop back into his face.

“Thanks for gettin’ under there,” Daisy actually noted happily as she scrubbed her underarms. “Been workin’ up a sweat and it always builds up in the ol’ underboob.”

“It’s my pleasure,” Dale assured her, trying to keep up the innocent pretense of their shower as he thrust inside her. It made the big woman’s curves jiggle against him, making it feel like she was humping him back as he bounced off her sturdy body. He started to breathe heavier as he braced his hands on her hips, shutting his eyes as he considered whether he should actually cum inside the kindly woman.

“Y’all can go ahead and finish wherever you like,” Daisy answered the unspoken question. “Did you wanna let it out right here or getcha some in the back?”

Her dirty but gentle offer pushed Dale over the edge. He shivered and thrust himself up to the hilt, balls slapping against her meaty thighs as he left a creamy streak of jizz running through her slit. Daisy smiled and giggled as the grown man moaned and leaned into her breast, shivering as he emptied his balls inside her. Her soft laughter made her body quiver in a way that clenched around his cock, milking out the rest of his seed with her giggling.

“There ya go,” Daisy praised as she patted him on the head. “Gotta take care of yourself, but there ain’t no harm in askin’ for a little help now and then.”

“That was more than just a little,” Dale sighed as he eased himself back out of her.

“Ah heck. That was no trouble at all,” Daisy assured him. “I’m even already in the shower so I can clean right up. That’s downright polite of ya to do it in here.”

The two of them finished washing up and getting dressed just before the phone rang. Dale went to his cell and went through a casual one-sided conversation. Daisy looked at him curiously as he hung up.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” Dale said as he turned back to Daisy. “Booker threw out his back this mornin’ and his boys were callin’ to see if I could lend a hand loadin’ up their crops for today. I’d pitch in but with my car busted it’s gonna take me long enough to get to the shop as it is.”

Daisy’s eyes lit up with a hint of genuine excitement.

“I could help out!” she said brightly. “I’m real good at movin’ stuff, whether it’s busted cars or the hearts of good God-lovin’ folks.”

Dale chuckled at her wordplay.

“I’m sure they’d appreciate it, but you ain’t tired from all this?”

“I’m a country gal and a nun, mister,” Daisy said, puffing up her chest and proudly hooking her thumbs on her overalls.

“I ain’t about to go slackin’ when there’s work to be done.”

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Booker’s sons were Cooper and Roy, a pair of tan-skinned boys that swung by to pick up the helpful nun after a call back from Dale. The beefy woman more than pulled her weight by letting the boys box and bundle up their cargo while she hefted the heavy loads into their truck. When all was said and done, they were finished in record time with the thick nun working instead of their father.

“You got the last of it?” Roy asked as he climbed into the enclosed cargo bed of the truck. Daisy set the last box down and waved back at him as his brother followed in. Roy was the taller and lankier of the boys while Cooper was a couple inches shorter with a notably rounder build.

“Yup. All set,” Daisy said as she slapped the top of the crate with a sense of finality. “Couldn’ta done it without you boys.”

“Heck, you were the one helpin’ us, ma’am,” Cooper laughed. “Can’t thank you enough.”

“Don’t mean you two didn’t work hard,” Daisy tutted as she approached the boys. With the cover of the truck around them, she started to unbutton her top.

“You’re a good buncha boys helpin’ out your pa like that. I ain’t got much to spare for your kindness, but how’s about I reward ya with a couple simple pleasures to celebrate?”

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The naked Daisy moaned as she braced herself on her four stocky limbs. She glanced up at Cooper as the chunky boy fucked her mouth, his soft stomach bumping against her face in time with his thrusts. Her body bumped forward in a matching rhythm as Roy took her from behind, humping her meaty ass as he squeezed her plump cheeks.

The nun’s eyes darted up to her grateful boys, clearly making sure they were enjoying themselves as much as she was. Sister Pearl had trained her to help others any way she could, and this had always been an easy way for her to keep people happy with her. The meaty slaps of the brothers’ hips meeting with her thick body filled the truck as her breasts swayed beneath her, teasing her nipples along the floor of the cargo bay.

Daisy shut her eyes and shivered as she gave a long, loud moan. Cooper touched her face to pull back out.

“You alright, ma’am?”

“Darn tootin’,” she panted as a bit of drool and precum ran down her lips. “Don’t stop.”

Cooper went back to enjoying himself as Daisy moaned with pleasure. She really lived to help people and nothing made her happier. She lived her selfless life, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy her work. When she felt the warm cocks pulse inside her mouth and asshole, the thick country girl gave an excited wail. Roy pushed deep enough into her ass that it brushed the back of her clit, sending one last stimulating shock through her body before she squirted onto the floor. Her vibrating curves shook her ass against Roy’s lap while clenching her wet mouth around Cooper’s cock, tightening around the boys to suck out their building orgasms.

Cooper moaned and flooded her mouth with his creamy load. Daisy gulped down what she could while more of the pale seed ran over her lips. Roy’s load filled up her on the other end as he squirted his cum into her bowels, filling her with their liquid warmth that got her whole body tingling.

Daisy finally lifted her head from Cooper’s dick and licked her lips clean.

“Guessin’ you boys enjoyed yourselves too!” she noted cheerily. “I just wish I’d waited to shower ‘til I was done with y’all.”

“Much obliged, ma’am,” Cooper sighed as he started to collect his pants.

“Just doin’ my part as a woman o’ God in helpin’ out this blessed community,” Daisy praised as Roy passed the nun her underwear.

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That became a pattern for Daisy over the next few days. She kept up her work on the old church while getting distracting pitching in with whoever needed help that day. She was glad to find that she was hitting it off with everyone she’d come across so far, and people were greeting her by name when she walked through town. But she hadn’t managed to meet everyone yet…

She was on her way out of the local grocery store with an armload of bags when an older couple came her way. With a short “Woops,” Daisy stepped aside and held the door open for them.

“Scuse me. Let me get that for ya,” she offered brightly. 

“Thank you, dear,” the plump old woman smiled.

The woman was slightly short with a round figure and an uneven farmer’s tan. She had short, dark red, chin-length hair with some gray running through it like small rivers, stopping just around her chin. She wore a simple red dress that still managed to show that her round hips and middle were almost as wide as her big and bouncy chest. She carried herself in a way that made it unclear if she was in her healthy 50’s or into a very impressive 60’s.

“Keep out of the way, ya amazon,” her husband added much more sharply.

He was a serious-looking man with a scowl stuck to his face, leaving lines and wrinkles in their wake. He had trim black hair with streaks of white around temples, kept practical while never fully tidy. He wore the classic overalls and work shirt, and while he was only medium height, he had the stocky build and rough hands of a man who had worked all his life and wasn’t about to stop.

“Oh sorry, mister! Didn’t mean no offense!” Daisy was quick to apologize.

“Then don’t screw up in the first place, ya meddlin’ penguin,” he scolded before tromping past her into the store. Daisy heard the clerk sigh as he entered, despite being quite pleasant with the nun.

“Oh don’t mind him, sister,” the old woman excused, lingering behind as the crotchety old man went inside. “Doc’s really such a lovin’ husband. He’s just been in a mood lately.”

“Ah, don’tcha worry,” Daisy said with her persistent smile. “I’ve been called a lot worse than that. Sometimes I ASK to get called worse than that if you catch me in the right mood.”

The woman chuckled and smiled knowingly before extending her hand. Daisy gladly shook it with her free hand, still balancing her groceries in one brawny arm.

“I’m Molly Evergreen. You met my grump of a husband Doc.”

“Yea, I’m awful sorry ‘bout that,” Daisy repeated. “I didn’t mean to get in the way.”

“I’m telling you, he’s just a little sour lately,” Molly insisted. “It’s um… well, I think it’s a personal problem.”

Daisy perked up a little at that. She was always happy to help with anything that came her way, and the fact that there seemed to be one person in town that she couldn’t please was already starting to eat away at her. Now that she’d gotten a tongue lashing from him, she did remember a few stern scowls from him when she was going around town. Now she was eager to fix whatever she did wrong.

“Well you’re in luck! I’m your community’s part-time nun. Fixin’ problems is exactly what I’m here for. If you need somebody to confide in, I’m all ears!”

Molly’s tan cheeks reddened as she glanced towards the store. Seeing that Doc was busy griping about the price of bread, she stepped away from the doorway and let Daisy ease it back shut.

“Well… I’m startin’ to think it’s problems in the bedroom,” Molly admitted. She watched for Daisy’s reaction, but the beefy nun just nodded encouragingly.

“Well I ain’t as young as I used to be and I’m not exactly in barn-dancin’ shape anymore. Last couple weeks he’s been distracted and ornery about somethin’. He ain’t the cheatin’ type at all, so I ain’t worried about that, but I do wanna be a good wife for ‘em and all.”

Daisy beamed and patted a hand on Molly’s shoulder.

“I wouldn’t worry about that, mah child,” Daisy told the woman roughly twice her age. “The fact that you’re worryin’ about it and still stickin’ with ‘em shows you’re a dang good wife! It’s like they say: age is just a number. It’s not a Bible sayin’ or nothin’, but I think it still works here.”

Molly chuckled at the bumbling but helpful young woman.

“Thank you, sister. I appreciate your help. I just don’t want us to lose that spark… is there anything you think might help spice things up?”

Daisy snapped her fingers as a thought came to her.

“Y’know what? I think I know a way I can help ya fix that!”

“You do?”

“Sure as shootin’! How about I meetcha at your place after dinner? And bring your spices and sparks witcha, cuz you’re gonna need it.”

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The Evergreens had their usual night at home. They ate their dinner and watched tv while planning on an early night. Doc thought there was something odd when Molly put on some makeup and wore one of her nicer dresses, but she assured him that it was nothing special.

When Daisy came knocking at their door, Molly eagerly popped out of her seat and hurried to answer it. Doc frowned as the towering nun stooped to make sure she didn’t bang her head or habit on the way in.

“Evenin’, Evergreens!” Daisy greeted. She had changed into her robes, high heels and fishnets since she was here on proper “nunning” business.

“Heard y’all needed a little help around the farm.”

“Well you heard wrong,” Doc huffed from his armchair. “And we sure wouldn’t need it from the likes of you.”

“Actually, I asked her to come around,” Molly piped up in her defense. “Just since I, well… ain’t been keepin’ your attention lately.”

Doc raised her eyebrows in more sympathetic surprise at his wife’s words. The chubby woman smiled shyly as things added up in his head.

“So that’s why I’m here to spark things up!” Daisy proclaimed.

The nun pulled her robes off over her head in one swift and practiced motion. The simple garment was easy to get on and off, so Daisy removed it with the ease of a tearaway stripper costume. It left Daisy’s thick and freckled body in just her fishnets, heels and some lacey black bra and panties. Even Doc couldn’t bring his usual scowl to bear on her as her big bare tits took their time ceasing their jiggling.

“Molly, I didn’t mean to look! I was just-”

The flustered Doc quickly tried to defend himself. He turned to his wife, just to find her pulling out the shoulder straps of her dress. She let it drop to the floor, exposing the gilf’s curvy figure in some red lingerie. It seemed a size too small, as if it hadn’t been used in a while, so the garters strained to contain her overflowing and abundant curves.

“Oh, I don’t mind, handsome,” Molly chimed in her sultriest voice. “Cuz we were plannin’ on sharin’ you.”

Molly winked at Daisy as she bumped her hip into hers. The two curvy women’s bottoms wobbled hypnotically as Daisy giggled and leaned over, exposing more of her cleavage.

“So how about we hit the bedroom, Doc? Your wife and I’d love to put a little spark in your spice.”

“I may not have explained it the best,” Molly added modestly as she approached and took her husband by the arm. She pulled him back to his feet and pressed her body against him, feeling his hard erection poking through his blue jeans.

“I’m willin’ to figure it out as we go,” he admitted as he followed her lead.

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The ladies took Doc up to the couple’s bedroom. Daisy sat on the bed while Molly leaned into her husband’s chest, squashing her breasts against him as she kissed him hungrily. The chubby gilf pressed herself into him until he was pushed back into Daisy’s broad lap. The nun’s hands wrapped around his middle and got to work unzipping his pants as his head back leaned against her broad and pillowy breasts.

Daisy finally tugged his pants down to his thighs, hooking his boxers with her thumb to expose his solid hardon. The big nun brushed her fingers up his balls and shaft, rubbing her hand between them until Molly caught onto what was planning. The aging housewife reached into her husband’s lap and let her hand join in the gropefest centered around his cock. The women wrapped their strong but soft hands in on either side of him to lock their fingers, their spread digits covering most of Doc’s cock all at once and seeing that all of it got some special attention. Doc breathed a low sigh as his bitter attitude melted away completely.

“See now? Ain’t it better to just loosen up?” Daisy asked as she cupped her hand under Doc’s balls. The women’s simultaneous massage had Doc thrusting with their strokes, leaking lubricating precum down between their fingers.

“Here’s a little trick that always drives the boys wild,” Daisy noted proudly.

Daisy lifted her hand away from Doc’s shaft, taking Molly’s away with her. The old farmer groaned at even the briefest absence of their touch, but Daisy caught his attention as she cupped her hefty tits. She pulled at her bra just enough for some of her underboob to slip out, just to drop her breasts back on top of his lap. His cock thrust up between her breasts, tucked away neatly between her tits behind her bra.

Daisy started to calmly shift her shoulders, bobbing her breasts to stroke the old famer without even using her hands. She smiled over to Molly casually.

“See, I’m barely even movin’ and he’s goin’ crazy for it. You wanna try?” the kindly nun offered.

“Oh! Definitely,” Molly said excitedly. She tugged on the top of her lingerie to try and copy Daisy’s lewd behavior, but the overworked underwear was already in a precarious position. The red garment snapped from her basic tugging, sending her shopping bag-sized breasts bouncing right out from under it.

“Woops! I guess it’s been a while since a few Valentine’s Days ago…” Molly blushed apologetically.

“Ah don’t you fret,” Daisy said as she unsheathed Doc’s dick from between her boobs. “You can do it just fine with or without. I can even lend y’all a hand.”

With a bit of guidance, Molly was soon kneeling in front of her husband with her creamy soft breasts squeezed around his dick. Daisy was bent over behind her, resting her breasts on Molly’s head as she helped hold her tits close together to keep Doc’s cock nestled between them.

“You feelin’ alright, hon?” Molly asked as she leaned into him, bumping the front of her breasts against her husband’s stomach.

“So god damn good,” he moaned.

“Easy on the callin’ out the G-man, pardner,” Daisy warned playfully. “But glad you like it. And if you’ll lay on back, we could even make it feel twice as good.”

Doc was in too much of a delighted daze to argue. He laid on the bed as Daisy unclasped her bra and stepped out from behind Molly. Working together, the ladies knelt down on either side of the lucky husband and pressed their breasts together. The four massive jugs mashed into each other like a fleshy car crash, molding together as Molly’s softer pair filled in where Daisy’s firmer breasts didn’t. Doc gave a low, long  groan as the feeling of both women’s breasts rubbed against his leaking hardon.

“Now you’re gettin’ it,” Daisy praised happily as she faced Molly. Doc’s considerable shaft was rapidly being swallowed up by one rack or another, leaving the ladies looking right at each other.

“Guess there’s still some tricks this old girl’s got to learn,” Molly replied with a smile of her own. 

“Oh and don’t be afraid to put on a bit of a show. That’s a good way to get ‘em goin’.”

Daisy smiled at Molly expectantly, clearly waiting for her to take the lead on this one. Stirring up a bit of courage, Molly leaned closer and locked her lips with Daisy’s. The nun gave off a muffled, happy moan as the women made out while rubbing their breasts together around Doc’s prick. Daisy parted their mouths slightly, letting him watch as their tongues rubbed between them. The collecting drool spilled out past their lips, trickling over their shifting breasts. The streams pooled together in their cleavage, squishing the clear fluids around Doc’s cock. 

By the time Daisy pulled away, their chests were sticky with drool and precum. 

“Didn’t know your hubby was gonna be such a leaker,” Daisy teased as she flashed Molly a happy grin.

“Oh he’s usually not this bad!” Molly assured her, even as she beamed and blushed with excitement. “He must have been really pent up after all this dry spell.”

“Well ain’t nothin’ dry ‘bout ‘em no more,” Daisy chuckled. “Any more of a mess and I’d think we’d need to start buildin’ an arc!”

The ladies giggled as they stood up and swung their hips away from each other, bumping their buns together again for another soft collision around his shaft. Doc gave a sharp grunt as he gripped the bed sheets tightly in his rough hands.

“I think he’s had enough teasing,” Molly insisted. “Shouldn’t we, well… get to the serious part?”

“The buildup’s half the fun,” Daisy said with a smile. “But I think I got one move for ya that’ll really do the trick. Usually it’s just for when me and Sister Pearl got a real sucker of a demon that needs smotherin’ out, but this should do it.”

The women climbed onto the bed properly, stripping out of their panties while leaving Doc still splayed out on his back. He watched his wife climb onto his lap, resting on her knees as she faced away from him. It was her first time trying reverse cowgirl in all her thirty years of marriage, so it took the plump woman a bit of shifting before she could get him in at the right angle. 

Doc had no trouble keeping hard as he watched her thick figure and broad behind wobbling in front of him, and it paid off as she finally pushed her hips down on top of him. Molly gave a short, thrilled cry as she properly mounted him. It was a noise he hadn’t heard her make in a long time, and the rhythmic pumping of her pussy on his cock was matched by the grinding of her ass over his stomach. Her heavy build and passionate humping felt amazing with the extra pull from gravity around her juicy body, and despite her strictly pleasing him throughout the evening she was soaking wet from the thrill of turning him on.

Once he’d gotten a good eyeful of his wife riding him, Daisy climbed on as well. Doc saw the thick, fishnet-wrapped thighs straddle either side of his head.

“Don’t you worry none, Doc. I’m a professional.”

Doc didn’t have the time to remind her that she was a professional nun before she sat on his face. The country girl’s legs closed around his head, nestling him neatly against her pussy so that he could taste her slit while feeling his wife riding him with hers. The heavy women went on grinding on him as he moaned beneath them. 

“You’re so fuckin’ good, sugar pie,” Molly panted. Her wet pussy splashed down on his cock as her thick behind slapped against his stomach.

“Come on and fuck your girl proper now. Give it to me good! Lemme feel my big hard man finish inside me~!”

His drawn out teasing finally climaxed at his wife’s sweet dirty talk. Doc moaned loudly into Daisy’s pussy, muffling his cries as he finished inside Molly. His petrified wood gave one last swell and thrust that shoved itself directly into Molly’s neglected g-spot. His wife gasped as his cum shot off inside her, warm and thick from all the buildup. Even if Molly was too old to worry about that kind of thing, it still gave her flashbacks to the night long ago when he’d impregnated her with their son.

The flood of sensations made Molly’s eyes water as she bit her lip. Doc was gushing another sudden streak of cum inside her as her big body trembled, burying her fingernails into her husband’s thighs as her body jiggled through her own orgasm. Between their exciting new position and the weeks of restraint, the kindly old woman was screaming with pleasure as her hips slapped noisily up and down on top of him. She hadn’t felt this young (or aroused) in a decade.

“Sounds like y’all got the hang of it,” Daisy noted brightly. With a last little grind of her pussy over Doc’s face she slid back off, letting him take a deep breath of fresh air and look at his shuddering wife. Molly smiled widely, looking happier and lovelier than he could remember seeing her. He wasn’t sure how he could have been so cross as to ignore her needs like this… or that her needs would be so dang kinky.

“Feelin’ better now, Mister Evergreen?” Daisy asked hopefully.

After all they’d just gone through, Doc felt a little silly. He didn’t feel up for explaining that he was earlier he was just being bitter about the new church being put back up. It wasn’t that he minded the push to bring some religion back to the area, but the place had been abandoned for ages. He’d spent his rebellious youth loitering around the empty building with his friends, and seeing it built back up and painted over had left him feeling old. After a night like this, he certainly wasn’t feeling that anymore.

“You know what? I think that did the trick,” Doc simplified, licking some of Daisy’s juices from his lips. Molly’s smile widened as she eased off her husband’s cock, laying her plump body next to his to hug him tightly against her softness. She planted a happy kiss against his cheek.

“You gals did great. I couldn’t ask for more. Heh… except for more of the same, of course.”

“Well I’m always happy ta help, pardner!” Daisy quickly accepted, looking to Molly for approval.

“Anythin’ for you, sugar pie,” Molly cooed as the girls descended on him once again.