The Mass of a Hundred Moans

As the sound of the last gong had finished reverberating through the halls, John could hear footsteps from all directions. All of them, and he realized he had no idea how many nuns were actually here, went towards the church's main hall that John had come through on his way in here. John was about to go after that sound, but the old woman held him back with a frail arm across his chest.

"Let them start out the holy procedure in dignity first before you interrupt. Not that your interruption wont be welcome, hehe" she keckled. "I will have to go and join now as well. I will see you in there in a few minutes. Just do what comes naturally to you." Not used to being given orders by women around here, John was taken aback at first but still he did not wish to be disrespectful. A weird thought, considering what he was about to do, but still.

In the distance, he could hear a singular voice starting some kind of speech. He could not make out the words, but every now and then, it was answered by a chorus of the gathered nuns. This word he understood. It was always 'Yes'. It was not a simple affirmative Yes, though. It had a much more sensual quality to it.

After some time had passed, John felt it may be the right time to go for it now. He was making his way back to the others, but just as he was about to open the door, they started to sing. Singing in a church was not altogether unexpected, but the sounds they created... It was unmistakably a song, unmistakably music but then again it sounded almost eery, like screeches, but not in an unpleasant way.

For a while, John was rooted to the spot, his hands on the door handle. And then, the dots in his mind connected. The mass of a hundred moans... They were not singing. Well, they were, but not with words. They were singing with just hums. But it sounded a lot like moaning. It sounded strange, interwoven to a kind of melody he had never heard before.

John entered. The sight was not exactly what he had expected. What had he expected? Maybe all of them furiously fingering themselves or each other to make these kinds of sounds? But no, they were simply sitting on the benches and singing. Or humming. Moaning? Whatever it was. He did not bother to make an exact headcount but he estimated around 30ish nuns on the wooden benches, plus a few older ones up front. The old lady who had led him around before was also up there. And every single one of them was wearing that red band around their foreheads.

None of them seemed to notice him or care that he had entered. They had the red bands. The old nun had even told him to do what comes naturally. So the first thing John did, was to strip naked. Still, no visible reaction from them. Slowly and carefully, he walked to the last row and stood behind one of the nuns. He hesitated for a moment, thinking about the obscure situation he was in. But then his eyes caught the big tits of the milf-looking nun in front of him bulging out her dark robes and shrugged.

His hands went down into her cleavage and started to grope around at her soft funbags for a bit. She lifted her head and looked up at him. She was visibly happy, that much was certain, but there was also a kind of universal contentedness on her face, John was not used to. She also looked a bit more than half-mad he thought. The look of a religious fanatic having her prayers come true. It was strange, but also empowering, in a way, to be able to make her feel that.

John let go off her and moved over to the left, where he did pretty much the same thing to a younger sister. He was reminded of that one time he fucked, who knows how many women in that cinema hall. A grin slowly spread across John's face. This should be just as fun!

Groping breasts was fun, but it was time for more now. Even though they all had the red band, had invented the damn thing, John still decided to tap the next one on her shoulder first. She turned and smiled devoutly at him. He pointed at her mouth and at his dick. A happy gleam in her eyes, she got to work right away.

She was vigorous enough, that John did not need to do anything and still her throat bulged. To his surprise, her cooking noises fitted wonderfully into the surrounding cacophony of moaning hums. As if they were made for it.

The last bit of hesitation inside of John melted away now. If there was ever a place to go full out free use, or was in this church, ironically.

John pulled out of her mouth and looked around. He did not even notice the hungry lusting grimace his face had become. But the number who saw it were not repelled by it. Quite the contrary. They were delighted to see it.

For the next two or three mins, he simply walked up to them from the front, grabbed their heads tightly and shoved it in there rougher and deeper with every try. He went on to rip down one nuns low cut robe and groped her boobs wildly. Her groans fitted themselves perfectly into the music.

Then he spotted one of them on the very edge of a bench, her wide plump ass half sticking out to the side. Just what he needed right now! He made his way over to her and quickly made her bend over the bench on front of her. Her robes were lifted up in seconds. John saw no reason to hesitate ramming right on between those nice cheeks.

Not only did the sound of her moans harmonize just right with the nuns song, John even had the feeling that they adjusted their speed to plap plap plap of the clapping cheeks that his dick made dance in front of him.

John took nuns from behind. He lifted some up on the bench, he pushed some down to the floor. He filled moths, pussies and asses for a long time. At some point he heard the preaching woman up front say "you see my sisters? You see what long service and devotion can give you? THIS is a sign! A Sign of..."

John had no idea how old she was, 45 maybe? But even though she was not the youngest anymore her lips looked so amazingly soft and full... John stood up at she spoke. He went to to her. Noone ever found out of what this was supposed to be a sign.

As John ran his hard cock, covered in the juices of her many sisters, deep into her throat, they all cheered. They kept cheering, as he flooded her mouth with an unbelievable amount of cum.

Wow, thought John. Church can ve REALLY fun!