It was a hot summer day, and Sister Martha, a petite blonde woman with long hair and small but perky breasts, found herself alone in the church. She was dressed in her traditional habit, but as she worked in the quiet building, she couldn’t help but feel a stirring in her loins. She had always been a devout woman, but lately, she had been plagued by impure thoughts.
As she went about her duties, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was being watched. She turned around and saw a figure standing in the doorway, wearing a black leather jacket and dark sunglasses. It was Jack, a notorious biker gang leader who had been causing trouble in the town.
“What are you doing here?” Sister Martha asked, trying to keep the fear out of her voice.
“I came to see you, Sister,” Jack said, his voice low and menacing. “I’ve been having some… impure thoughts of my own.”
Sister Martha’s heart raced as Jack approached her. She knew she should be scared, but she couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through her body. She had never been with a man before, but something about Jack’s rough exterior and bad boy attitude was incredibly alluring.
Jack reached out and touched Sister Martha’s face, his fingers gently tracing the curve of her cheek. She gasped as he leaned in and kissed her, his lips rough and demanding against hers. She responded eagerly, her body pressed against his as they kissed passionately.
Jack’s hands roamed over Sister Martha’s body, caressing her breasts through the fabric of her habit. She moaned as he squeezed her nipples, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body.
He reached down and lifted her skirt, revealing her smooth, bare legs. She stepped out of her shoes and kicked them aside, allowing Jack to lift her up onto the altar.
He knelt before her, his face level with her crotch. She looked down in surprise as he reached up and pulled her habit aside, exposing her shaved pussy. He leaned in and started licking her, his tongue exploring every inch of her wet folds.
Sister Martha cried out in pleasure, her hands gripping the edge of the altar as Jack’s tongue worked its magic. She had never felt anything like this before, and she couldn’t believe how good it felt.
Jack stood up and unzipped his pants, pulling out his thick, hard cock. Sister Martha’s eyes widened as she saw it, her body trembling with anticipation.
Jack positioned himself between her legs and entered her, his cock sliding in easily. She moaned as he started thrusting, his hips moving back and forth as he fucked her.
The altar shook with the force of their lovemaking, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the church. Sister Martha cried out in pleasure, her orgasm building inside her.
Jack reached down and squeezed her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples as he continued to fuck her. She moaned louder, her body trembling as she came, her pussy clenching around Jack’s cock.
Jack groaned as he felt her orgasm, his own release close. He thrust harder, his hips moving faster as he pumped his load into her.
They collapsed onto the altar, their bodies spent and sated. Sister Martha looked up at Jack, her eyes filled with gratitude and lust.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure.
Jack smiled, his eyes filled with desire. “Anytime, Sister,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “Anytime.”
Sister Martha knew that what they had done was wrong, but she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. She had never felt so alive, so desired, and she knew that she would do anything to feel that way again.
As Jack left the church, Sister Martha watched him go, her body still tingling with pleasure. She knew that she would never be the same again, but she couldn’t help but feel that it was a change for the better.
The end.
