The Nun and the Butter
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ElliottEden
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All that butter churning would give her mad skillz.
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who- the nun or the bunny?
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I have nun bread and ghee
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The Churning Nun of course. It would be a very holy spread... one might explore her, er, milking abilities as well. Idleness is the devils playground you know. More hands makes work lighter. And once the butter is made she lays her hands on the afflicted, er, uhm... Perhaps she trained as a colorectal surgeon before taking orders? And helps by - uhm - probing into the darkness in the clinic? Just to keep her hand in.
And how could one not use this as a way to celebrate one of the greatest of film actors? Marlon Brando? I'm sure he would have used a stick of Churning Nun Butter in that movie of his.
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How about something simple. Every time the nun goes churning butter, the action reminds her of the actions of her younger self. She wasn't always a nun, and maybe even in her nun days she might let herself go at times. The churning might even be a punishment for her latest transgression.
And so she stares at her hands rocking that stick up and down. Her two hands gripping the wood, moving ever so slightly back and forth as she brings the stick down.
The entrance of the stick transforms in her imagination, sprouting her legs. How she's with her ass up, her head down in the straw. The man behind her trying to get over his sex addiction so he can be faithful with his wife. She had offered help, as she was want to do. Then her own desire of seeing this man fail somehow fuelling her lust, and she led him to the barn with the excuse that it would calm him down.
And so she stares at her hands rocking that stick up and down. Her two hands gripping the wood, moving ever so slightly back and forth as she brings the stick down.
The entrance of the stick transforms in her imagination, sprouting her legs. How she's with her ass up, her head down in the straw. The man behind her trying to get over his sex addiction so he can be faithful with his wife. She had offered help, as she was want to do. Then her own desire of seeing this man fail somehow fuelling her lust, and she led him to the barn with the excuse that it would calm him down.
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Change the second t to an l.
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Sister goes to another sister:
“Sister, it is a sin to waste food, is it not?”
“Yes.”
She raises the skirt of her habit.
“Somehow my nethers have become slathered with butter but I cannot reach them with my tongue.”
“A problem indeed! Raise thy skirt over my head and I shall relieve you of this burden!”
“Sister, it is a sin to waste food, is it not?”
“Yes.”
She raises the skirt of her habit.
“Somehow my nethers have become slathered with butter but I cannot reach them with my tongue.”
“A problem indeed! Raise thy skirt over my head and I shall relieve you of this burden!”
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Sister Maggie has been in the order for over twenty years and has embraced her chastity, until young William came to live with the caretakers family.
One day she is churning butter by the kitchen window and spys the young man outside, raking leaves, and he's watching her.
She sees the sly grin on his face and is suddenly struck by the suggestive nature of what she is doing. She stops and her eyes go wide as William opens his trousers and pulls his penis free. Stroking it slowly in front of her, his eyes are locked onto hers.
She should be offended and furious, but she's not and watches him pleasure himself, becoming long and hard, and suddenly realizes she's again churning the butter, in time with his stroking hands.
She watches in awe as finally, William spews his seed upon the ground with his head back and his eyes closed in bliss.
That night Maggie can't help herself and masturbates for the first time in fifeteen years.
One day she is churning butter by the kitchen window and spys the young man outside, raking leaves, and he's watching her.
She sees the sly grin on his face and is suddenly struck by the suggestive nature of what she is doing. She stops and her eyes go wide as William opens his trousers and pulls his penis free. Stroking it slowly in front of her, his eyes are locked onto hers.
She should be offended and furious, but she's not and watches him pleasure himself, becoming long and hard, and suddenly realizes she's again churning the butter, in time with his stroking hands.
She watches in awe as finally, William spews his seed upon the ground with his head back and his eyes closed in bliss.
That night Maggie can't help herself and masturbates for the first time in fifeteen years.
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Hot buttered nuns? How could one refuse? In any case, a most heavenly spread.
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The Mother Superior was most displeased when she found her two charges in a situation most indecent.
"It's a good thing the Bishop is here for tea! To my office post haste with you - he'll know what to do."
A meal most ecumenical was enjoyed by all. The cream supplied by the Bishop a welcome compliment to their sharing of buttered buns.
