Sister Kimmi's habit secreted her drips as she watched through the glass.

His girth unsettled the nuns. But, when it lengthened towards them, a sea of black and white pounced.

Desperate, each fought to impale themselves on his silky, pulsating monster. Hymens tore,  unnoticed in their frenzied lust, wrecking holy cunts forever.

Squashing his face, their sticky juices flowed, smothering him in gooey delights. His thrusting tongue explored deflowered snatch and virgin sphincter alike. Eager mouths bobbed as his throbbing member spurted. Deprived screeches filled the room. 

~oOo~

Sighing, Mother Superior hung the "Help Wanted" sign in the convent window.