I Worship Cock: Taboo Age Gap Nun and Priest Stories (BD Hampton Anthology)

Age Gap/BDSM/Taboo/
This is a collection of Taboo Nun and Priest Stories. There are different nuns and priests in the short, some interfacing with Dont Mess With Quiet Chicks, the main content.

The following stories are:
Nancy The Slutty Nun
Carol & Don's Adventure- The Nunnery Quiet Chick Series
Anal Adventure- Carol bonus scene in book 2 of the Quiet Chick- Barbie's Adventure
Holly Harem- A reverse Harem Age Gap Short with Extreme BDSM (rattan caning)
The Vestry- A Male/Male Age Gap Short (priest)

Sample:
“May you go in peace,” Father Bill O’Mahoney said.
The congregation made the sign of the cross and stood and began filing out into the foyer. Out of the corner of Carol’s eye, she noticed a young man her age.
The young man was strapping with a barrel chest and a blond crew cut. His blue blazer for his frame just right, and his tight dress pants hugged his thighs.
Carol had been a nun for six months the day she met Don Goldstein, a prominent lawyer from Atlanta. She had heard he was a successful college graduate from up north somewhere.
Don and Carol made eye contact. He stared at her intently, as he always did before she noticed him. His crush never knew he stared until one day during a boring mass, Carol’s eyes searched the crowd.
Bill was the man she was with secretly. Their affair had happened when Carol had first become a nun. Fresh out of her training at the local woman’s shelter, Carol was full of positive energy, and a selfless attitude. The only thing that tipped her moral compass was her need for rough cock in her mound.
Bill had presented himself quietly at first and then one night while the rain sounded like nails on a tin roof, he appeared at her door with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. Not knowing his true intentions, Carol opened her door, and he slid inside.
They made small talk as Bill gathered his courage to tell her how he felt. Carol had slept with men and women in high school, and she entered the service of the Lord as a means of escape from her promiscuous behavior. Her shame was too great to carry on.
Her sins she felt were the direct result of her lack of faith that she couldn’t or wouldn’t change. The feel of a cock in her mound, asshole or her mouth was more powerful than any calling she ever had.
Carol’s and Bill’s first encounter was carnalistic and intense. Bill had a small cock, which Carol didn’t mind; she was never a size queen. Father Bill was a young man as well, but his desires for women outweighed his service as well.
Two lost souls looking for anything to change their mundane life. It had been difficult for both of them to hide their affair, and the Mother Superior, Bruma, from Russia had caught on, but she was an alcoholic. Bruma wouldn’t betray their secret because they could betray her. The only recourse of action for anyone was confession.
One of the nuns beside Carol nudged her in the ribs when she noticed Carol staring at Don. “The flesh of man is not for us. Remember, you are now married to the Lord,” her mentor Nancy hissed.
Carol rolled her eyes. Nancy knew her secrets and about the time Father Bill had his way with Carol in the confessional booth late at night the previous week. Nancy wasn’t as pure as the driven snow either. She enjoyed a snort of snow every now and again.
Their church was full of fuckups. But none of the parishioners ever knew. Everyone completed their duties. Service always outweighed sins.
Don stood and made his way past Carol, his soft blue eyes burning into hers. Carol smiled quickly, and as soon as it appeared, it disappeared. Carol stood and led the procession of sisters from the hall and into the foyer to meet and greet anyone who stayed behind to mingle.
Father Bill followed them, and Don caught his eye. Bill gave a knowing nod, having counseled him as soon as he got into town. Don nodded at Bill and walked behind the line of sisters.